Thou my Keeper and my guide,
Make me ftill thy tender Care,
Gently lead me by thy fide,
Sweetly in thy bofom bear.
5. Thou art my daily Bread;
O Chrift, thou art my Head!
Motion, virtue, ftrength to me,
Me thy living member flow;
Nourish'd I and fed by thee,
Up to Thee in all things grow.
6. Prophet, to me reveal
Thy Father's perfect will.
Never mortal fpake like thee,
Human prophet like divine;
Loud.and ftrong their voices be,
Small and ftill and inward thine.
7. On thee my Priest I call,
Thy Blood aton'd for all.
Still the Lamb as slain appears,
. Still thou ftand'ft before the throne
Ever off ring up thy Pray'rs,
Mine presenting with thy own.
8. Jefu, thou art my King,
From thee my ftrength I bring!
Shadow'd by thy mighty Hand,
Saviour, who shall pluck me
thence?

Faith fupports, by Faith I ftand,
Strong as thy Omnipotence.

3. Thee I exult to feel,

Thou in my Heart doft dwell: There thou bear'ft thy witness true, Shed'ft the Love of God abroad; I in Chrift a Creature new,

I, ev'n I am born of God. 4. Ere yet the time was come To fix in me thy Home, With me oft thou didst refide: Now, my God, thou in me art! Here thou ever fhalt abide; One we are, no more to part. 5. Fruit of the Saviour's pray'r, My promised Comforter! Thee the World cannot receive,

Thee they neither know nor fee; Dead is all the life they live, Dark their light, while void of thee.

6. Yet I partake thy grace Thro' Chrift my righteousness: Mine the gifts thou doft impart,

Mine the Unction from above, Pardon written on my heart,

Light, and life, and joy, and love. 7. Thy gifts, bleft Paraclete, Í glory to repeat: Sweetly fure of Grace I am,

Pardon to my foul apply'd, Int'reft in the spotlefs Lamb; Dead for all, for me he dy'd. 8. Thou art thyself the Seal; I more than pardon feel, Peace, unutterable peace,

Joy that ages ne'er can move, Faith's affurance, Hope's increase, All the confidence of Love.

9. Pledge of the Promife giv'n ! My antepaft of Heav'n, Earnest thou of joys divine,

Joys divine on me bestow'd; Heav'n and Christ and all is mine, All the plenitude of God.

10. Thou art my inward Guide, I ask no help befide: Arm of God, to thee I call;

15. Jefu, thou art our King,
To me thy Succour bring.
Chrift the Mighty one art thou,
Help for all on thee is laid: *
This the Word; I claim it now,
Send me down the promis'd Aid.
* Pf. lxxxix. 19. Ifa. lxiii. 1.
16. Triumph and reign in me,
And spread thy Victory:
Hell and death, and Sin controul,
Pride and Self, and ev'ry foe ;
All fubdue, thro' all my

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Bba, Father! hear thy Child Late in Jefus reconcil'd! Hear, and all the Graces fhower, All the joy, and peace, and pow'r, All my Saviour asks above,

All the life and heaven of Love.
2. Heavenly Adam, Life divine,
Change my Nature into Thine:
Move and fpread throughout my
Soul,

Actuate and fill the whole :
Be it I no longer now,
Living in the Flesh, but Thou.
3. Holy Ghost, no more delay,
Come, and in thy Temple stay;
Now thy inward Witness bear
Strong and permanent, and clear;
Spring of Life, thyself impart,
Rife eternal in

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Heart.

2. Mofes, thou fent of God declare,
How paffedft thou to ceaseless rest?
Ifaiah, David, let me hear,
How from the World ye were re-
leas'd?

And Job and Jeremiah, say,
How kept ye in the narrow Way?
3. Shew, O thou highly-favour'd
Bard,

Who, borne in fiery Chariot rode
To Jefu's feaft, and disappear'd
Below, to banquet with his God:
How were thy Days with mortals
spent,

Ere thou waft call'd from banishment ?

4. And thou fair Hebrew Captive, well Efteem'd in Babel's stately court, Greatly beloved Daniel, tell How thou obtain'dft the heav'nly Port?

And let thy fellows, princely wife,
Relate their way to Paradife.
5. Chief Minifter to Gentiles fent,
Once Perfecutor of the Faith
Of Chrift, whofe days so much were
spent

In doing good, describe the Path
Which led thee to the fhining Prize,
And landed thee in pureft skies.
6. Could I amidft th' angelic choir,
Like favour'd John, to heaven foar;
Of ev'ry Saint would I enquire,
How they attain'd that happy Shoar?
They all (to John the word was
giv❜n)

"Thro' Tribulation came to heav'n.

If

What others innocent are deeming,
Gives to fuch hearts a jealous Pain
And why? because all things terre Re
ftrial,

All things impure are bitter gall:
One can't obtain the Prize celeftial. Th
Unless one bid Farewel to all.
3. The Dainties of the heav'nly
Lover

Unto i Bride full pleafure give,
Her Head and Heart the watches

over :

And if aught elfe to her wou'd cleave,
Which of the worldly Spices favours,
It fills her Heart with hellish pain;
But fhe to live in God endeavours,
And therefore shakes herfelf quite
clean

4. Simplicity knows of no glory,
But that, which is in Jefu's Blood.
The foolish Honour transitory
Is by the heav'nly Thirst fubdu'd.
In a pure Child of God, the splendor
Of God's Name is diftinctly feen;
How then fhou'd it again furrender
To trash and foolishness terrene?
5. Of Cares and manifold diftreffes,
Which are the Worldlings daily

cant,

Of Envy, which so many teazes,
Simplicity is ignorant:

She keeps her excellent Heart-trea fure,

Maugre black envy's fullen spight ; And if fome one wou'd fhare her pleasure,

She does not grudge, 'tis her delight, 6. A heart that does a likeness carry Of Chrift's Simplicity, how bright! Ye foolish Virgins, you may tarry Till overtaken by the Night: Lamps without Oil and Chrift's mind fingle,

What do they profit? then be wise, And Chrift and World no longer mingle,

But from your heart the world defpife.