own thy facred Gofpel, and the Creed: And here my panting, melting heart does bleed, That all my Life and Actions fhould not be Full of obedience and love to Thee. for me; Grief, that fo little has been done for Thee, The records of my Conscience plainly tell, What I renounced then, I've lik'd too well. 3. I, that renounc'd the World, have yet comply'd, And nothing pleasant to myself deny'd. Its Riches, Honours, Pleasures, hopes and fears, Defires, and vanities, vexatious cares, Its evil Customs, ill examples too; How have all thefe, my Soul, pre. vail'd on you! 4. We that renounc'd the Flefh and Devil; that we Should ever envious, proud, or luftful be! 5. Is this, my foul, your Faith? is this your Love? Yourself to Jefus do you thus ap prove? With deepeft Grief and love and awful fears, My Lord, I'll rebaptize myself in Tears: 9. Yet still, who knows but fuch as I| 6. For never shall my soul despair. May Grace and mercy find? I hear, the God of Ifrael Is merciful and kind. 10. Had he been pleas'd to torture me With everlasting bands, He might have done it long ago, Who had me in his Hands. Her Pardon to procure, Who knows thine only Son has dy'd 11. The trembling wretch, who W touch'd his Hem, But fear'd a heavy doom, Receiv'd a Cure and Bleffing too, And went rejoicing home. 12. My foul has many ghaftly wounds, Yet will I not despair, Whilft there is Balm in Gilead, And a Physician there. 1. 505. Hen rifing from the bed of Death, WH O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I fee my Maker face to face, O how fhall I appear! 2. If yet while pardon may be found, And Mercy may be fought, My heart with inward horror fhrinks, And trembles at the Thought; 3. When thou, O Lord, shalt stand difclos'd In Majefty fevere, And fit in Judgment on my foul, Who does her fins lament, Shall endless woe prevent. 5. Then see the Sorrows of my heart, Ere yet it be too late ; And hear my Saviour's dying Groans, To give those forrows weight. 506. Hatever others do intend to This day, I'll bring my Griefs, dear Lord, to you: 1 There I can open and unbofom all The difmal Inftances by which I fall. Yes, Lord, I too will bring my broken Heart, Broken with grief and love, to bear And may I yet, dear Lord, be dear to you, After fuch difmal provocations too! You, who your Arms once on the Crofs did ftretch, Can you embrace fuch a polluted But, Lord, what are the things that Senfe G 507. OD's Furnace doth in Sion But Sion's God ftands by, As the Refiner views his gold With an obfervant eye. My Life, my All, my dear! Take penitential Tear, Dropping from grief, love and fear. O my Love, my Life, my All! 2. His Thoughts are high, his Love Never let me once more fall. is wife, His wounds a cure intend; And tho' he doth not always fmile, He loves unto the end. 3. Thy Love is conftant to its line, Tho' clouds oft come between: O, could my faith but pierce these clouds, It might be always feen. 4. But I am weak, and forc'd to cry, O my All, my Life, my Love! 1. 510. Almighty God, how haft thou Wrongs not to be expreft; Strange, that thou doft not cleave And fend him quick to Hell. 3. But God waves his advantages Of Right and Vengeance too; And by his fingle Patience Doth daring man outdo. U 4 4. The 4.The creature doth disdain hisGod, 5. Fool, afk not where th'Almighty is! All glory to him give; 6. Was he not God, he could not Such Weights as on him lie: Weak things are quickly fet on fire, And to their Weapons fly. 511. 5. His Lovelinefs my foul hath prepoffeft, And left no room for any other guest. 6. Above's her Home, her country's there above, That bleffed land of life, of light 7. There my dear Friends fled hence, rest. 8. There lives my Lord, and there I long to live: He gave thefe longings, and Himself will give. 9. Hafte then, kind fickness! forward my defign; AN! watch and [pray; the That which breaks others Wedlocks, 1M very firft Motions to Sin fupprefs; Conftantly use the Means of grace, Promoting holiness. 2. Lord, cleanse our Hearts, and then of us A firm poffeffion take; Engage us to thyself, that we May never thee forfake. finish mine. 10. Lord, hear thefe groanings, and fome pity take On a poor gafping Soul, which for thy fake 11.From earthly home, friends, joys, and all would part, To be with Thee for ever, where thou art. 12. In the mean time, Lord, fhew thyfelf to me, Till thou shalt pleafe to take me up to thee. 13. In thee now let me find fo much of Reft, As may with more impatience fill 14. So feize on me, that we netr |