Because I think I cannot pray,

I have been praying all in vain.
9 Why, O my God, is this the case?
O God, why is it thus with me?
As Christ has paid the ransom price,
O bid my fetter'd soul go free.

My Beloved is Mine. Canticles ii. 16. 1 IF I have but Jesus,

What can I want more?

How can I be wretched?
I cannot be poor.

But oh! without Jesus,

Ah! what am I then?

If rolling in riches,

I'm but a poor man.

2 But if I have Jesus,

In him I have all,
I'm rich as Saint Peter,

Nay, rich as Saint Paul.

For my riches are such,

That no mortal can tell;

For Jesus is mine,

Who redeem'd me from hell.

3 Since Jesus is mine,

I am both grand and great, I'm of the blood royal,

Immense my estate,

I was born a King's son,

I am heir to a crown,

There's nothing I dread,

But my dear Father's frown.

4 If Jesus is mine,

He's my almighty Friend;

Our union is such,

That it never can end:

Before time was born,

And when time is no more,
He still will be mine,

Just the same as before.

5 If I have but Jesus,

Let the world part their stuff; With Jesus my Portion,

I shall have enough:

The riches of this world
Will soon fade away;
I know God will give me
Enough for the day.

6 If Jesus is mine,

Why do I complain,
Since God never sent me
One trouble in vain?

He guides all my steps,

And he numbers my hairs,
He'll bring me safe through
All my troubles and cares.

7 If Jesus is for me,

Then who shall condemn me?

My Jesus died for me,

So Jesus hath sav'd me:

My Jesus is for me,

And will be for ever;

My Jesus won't leave me,
No, never, no, never.

8 If Jesus is for me,

Then all must be right,
Although I am sometimes

Much darker than night:

Although the sun sets,

It will surely arise;
The morning will come

With delight to my eyes.

9 If Jesus is mine,

Then he ever was so:

What then should distress me,
Whoever my foe?

While Jesus stands by me,

I'll laugh at them all;

My God and my Father

Will hear when I call.

THE following Hymns were written purposely for a social prayer meeting, where I with a few of the world's outcasts have for some years attended, and where (I trust) I have sometimes been enabled, under the Spirit's divine teaching, to speak a word of comfort and consolation to Zion's monrners, to the lovers of Jesus; where we have often sweetly experienced the verity of God's promise, "Where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them;" and I trust we can say, that "the Lord Jehovah in the midst of us is mighty."*

O that the reader of these lines, if it be the will of my Father, may experience something of that superlative joy that I have felt in writing, and others when they have made them their song in the house of prayer; so prays

The AUTHOR,

*Zephaniah iii. 17.

The Lord will hear the Prayer of the Destitute, and will
not despise their Prayer. Psalm cii. 17.
1 COME, O my soul, I'll go to God,
And at his footstool cry;

Who knows but God may meet me there,
I'll go, I can but try.

2 He knows my woeful wretched case,
0 may he hear my cry;

He hears the poor and destitute,
I'll go, I can but try.

3 And there I'll plead his promises,
And those he can't deny;

Ah! this may be the time to help,
I'll go, I can but try.

4 I'll go and plead his precious name,
Who did for sinners die;

And as he saves entirely free,
I'll go, I can but try.

5 And as Jehovah bids me come,
Why sure he won't deny;

And though I know not what to say,
I'll go, I can but try.

6 He never hears a sinner's pray'r,
Then suffers him to die;

And though I know not how to pray,
I'll go, I can but try.

7 As Jesus came to save the lost,

I know no reason why

He should not save a wretch like me ;
I'll go, I can but try.

Thou hidest thyself, and we are troubled. Psalm civ. 29. 1 My soul, why these distressing cares?

Why overwhelm'd in gloomy fears?

Why so suspicious of thy God,

Who hides his blessings in his rod ?