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S. M. 291.
• Inconstancy lamented. Rom. vii. 19. | I
WOULD, but cannot sing, For satan meets me when I try,
And frights my soul away. 2 I would, but can't repent,
Tho’I endeavour oft;
Till Jesus makes it soft. 3 I 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. 24 1 BESIDE the gospel pool, Appointed for the
poor; From year to year my helpless soul
Has waited for a cure.
2 How often have I seen
The healing waters move;
I feel the very same;
As whemat first I came.
o, would the Lord appear My malady to heal; Fle knows how long I've languish'd here,
And what distress I feel. (5 How often have I thought,
Why should I longer lie? Surely the mercy I have sought
Is not for such as I? 6
But whither can I go?
There is no other pool
To make a sinner whole.]
I'll wait, and hope, and try;
Yet suffer him to die?
To perish at his feet.
P. M. 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': Piea. 1 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 To God the only wise,
Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring. ? 'Tis his almighty love,
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, Ise.
xxvi. 3. · DEAR Friend of friendless sinners, hear And magnify thy grace divine;
Pardon a worm that would draw near,
That would his heart to thee resign;
That pants to reach thy promis'd rest. 2 With holy fear and reverend love,
I long to lie beneath thy throne;
And stay myself on thee 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:
With all its wrathful fury, die;
And turn my sorrows into joy:
Only sin and misery,