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S. M. 291. Inconstancy lamented. Rom. vii. 19. ' I
WOULD, but cannot sing,
And frights my soul away. 2 I would, but can't repent,
Tho'l endeavour oft;
Till Jesus makes it soft. 3 would, but cannot love,
Tho'woo'd by love divine;
A soul so base as mine,
In God's most holy will;
Yet murmur at it still. 5 O could I but believe!
Then all would easy be;
My help must come from thee!
S. M. 292.
Bethesda's Pool John v. 2 1 BESIDE the gospel pool,
Appointed for the poor,
year year my helpless soul
The healing waters move;
Their efficacy prove!
I feel the very same;
o, would the Lord appear
My malady to heal; He knows how long I've languish'd here,
And what distress I feel. [5 How often have I thought,
Why should I longer lie?
Is not for such as I?
There is no other pool
To make a sinner whole.]
I'll wait, and hope, and try;
Yet suffer him to die?
He never will permit
To perish at his feet.
P. M. 1 THOU great mysterious God unknown,
Whose love hath gently led me on
E'en from my infant days; Mine inmost soul expose to view, And tell me if I ever knew
Thy justifying grace.
Thy drawing from above!
Thy sweet forgiving love.
The sense of sin forgiven;
That antepast of heaven.
In Jesus reconcil'd?
I know myself thy child?
I on thy mercy feed:
To eat the children's bread.
6 Whate'er obstructs thy pard’ning love,
Thy glory to display;
And take them all away.
P. M. 294. The broken Heart; or,
the Sinner's Piece I WILL the pardoning God despise
A poor mourner's sacrifice, One who brings his all to thee,
All his sin and misery;
Heaving, panting after rest,
Never clos'd and never dry.
Deep uninterrupted groans,
. Good physician, show thine art,
Bind thou up my broken heart;
Pants to feel the healing biood? 5 Jesus, answer all thy name,
Save me from my fear and shame
(188.) S. M. 295.
God the preserver of his peoplo 1 TO
God the only wise,
Our Saviour and our King,
Their humble praises bring.
His counsel and his care,
And ev'ry hurtful snare. 3 He will present our souls
Unblemish'd and complete, Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great. 4 Then all his faithful sons
Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of his grace,
And make his wonders known. 5 To our Redeemer, God,
Wisdom and pow'r belongs, Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting songs.
P. M. 296. A Prayer for the promised Rest, Isa
xxvi. 3. *DEAR Friend of friendless sinners, hear And magnify
Pardon a worm that would draw near,
That would his heart to thee resign; A worm, by self and sin opprest,
That pants to veach thy promis'd rest. 2 With holy fear and reverend love,
I long to lie beneath thy throne;
And stay myself on theè alone:
3 Thou say'st thou wilt thy servants keep
In perfect peace, whose minds shall be
Completely stay'd, dear Lord! on thee:
And vindicate my righteous cause;
And bend me to obey thy laws:
Give me to find thy promis'd rest. » Bid the tempestuous rage of sin,
With all its wrathful fury, die;
And turn my sorrows into joy:
P. M. 297. Pleading the Atonement. Ps. Ixxxiv. 9 FATHER, God, who seest in me
Only sin and misery,