6 But Jefus pity'd my diftrefs, He heard my feeble cry,
Reveal'd his blood and righteousness,
And brought falvation nigh.
7 Beneath the banner of his love
I now fecure remain;
The tempter frets, but dares not move,
To break my peace again.
Lord, fince thou thus haft broke my bands,
And fet the captive free,
I would devote my tongue, my hands,
My heart, my all, to thee.
XXII. Help in the time of Need.
1Nlefs the Lord had been my stay,
(With trembling joy my foul may fay,).
My cruel foe had gain'd his end :
But he appear'd for my relief,
And Satan fees, with fhame and grief,
That I have an Almighty Friend.
2 Oh! 'twas a dark and trying hour,
When harafs'd by the tempter's pow'r,
I felt my strongest hopes decline!
You only, who have known his arts,
You only who have felt his darts,
Can pity fuch a cafe as mine.
3 Loud in my ears a charge he read,
(My confcience witnefs'd all he faid),
My long black lift of outward fin`;
Then bringing forth my heart to view,
Too well what's hidden there he knew,
He fhew'd me ten times worfe within.. 4 'Tis all too true, my foul reply'd,. But I remember Jefus dy'd.
And now he fills a throne of grace;
I'll go as I have done before,
His mercy I may fill implore,
I have his promife, "Seek my face." 5 But as when fudden fogs arise,
The trees and hills, the fun and skies,
Are all at once conceal'd from view So clouds of horror, black as night, By Satan rais'd, hid from my fight
The throne of grace and promise too. 6 Then, while befet with guilt and fear, He try'd to urge me to defpair,
He try'd, and he almost prevail'd ;
But Jefus, by a heav'nly ray,
Drove clouds, and guilt, and fear away,
And all the tempter's malice fail'd.
XXIII. C. Peace after a Storm.
WHEN darkness long has veil'd my mind,
And filing day once more appears;
Then, my Redeemer, then I find
The folly of my doubts and fears.
2 Strait I upbraid my wand'ring heart,
And bluth that I fhould ever be
Thus prone to act fo base a part,
Or harbour one hard thought of thee!
3 Oh! let me then at length be taught
What I am ftill fo flow to learn ;
That God is love, and changes not,
Nor knows the fhadow of a turn.
4 Sweet truth, and eafy to repeat!
But when my faith is fharply try'd,
I find myself a learner yet,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to flide.
5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee
Subdues the ditobedient will;
Drives doubt and difcontent away,
And thy rebellious worm is ftill.
6 Thou art as ready to forgive,
As I am ready to repine;
Thou, therefore, all the praife receive;
Be fhame and felf-abhorrence mine.
XXIV. C. Mourning and Lenging.
HE Saviour hides his face!
My Spirit thirfts to prove
Renew'd fupplies of pard'ning grace,
And never-fading love.
The favour'd fouls who know
What glories fhine in him,
Pant for his prefence, as the roe
Pants for the living ftream!
What trifles teafe me now!
They fwarm like fummer-flies,
They cleave to ev'ry.thing I do,
And fwim before my eyes.
How dull the Sabbath day,
Without the Sabbath's Lord!
How toilfome then to fing and pray,
And wait upon the word!
Of all the truths I hear,
How few delight my tafte!
I glean a berry here and there,
But mourn the vintage paft.
6 Yet let me (as I ought)
Sill hope to be fupply'd;
No pleafure elfe is worth a thought,
Nor thall 1 be deny'd.
Unworthy of his care,
The Lord will my defire perform,
And grant me all my pray's.
XXV. Rejoice the Soul of thy Servant.
WHEN my pray'rs are a burden and task,
No wonder I little receive;
O Lord, make me willing to ask,
Since thou art fo ready to give :
Altho' I am bought with thy blood,
And all thy falvation is mine;
At a distance from thee my chief good,
I wander, and languish, and pine.
2 Of thy goodness of old, when I`read,
To thofe who were finners like me,
Why may I not wrestle and plead,
With them a partaker to be?
Thine arm is not fhort'ned fince then,
And those who believe in thy name,
Ever find thou art Yea, and Amen,
'Thro' all generations the fame.
3 While my fpirit within me is preft
With forrow, temptation, and fear,
Like JOHN, I would flee to thy breast
Aud pour my complaints in thine ear:
How happy and favour'd was he,
Who could on thy bofom repofe !
Might this favour be granted to me,
I'd imile at the rage of my toes.
I have heard of thy wonderful name,
How great and exalted thou art;
But ah! I conteis to my ihune,
It faintly impreffes my heart:
The beams of thy glory difplay,
AS PETER once faw thee appear;
That, tranfported like him, I may fay,
"It is good for my foul to be here *.”
5 What a forrow and weight didst thou feel,
When nail'd, for my fake, to the tree!
My heart fure is harder than steel,
To feel no more forrow for thee:
Oh let me with THOMAS defcry
The wounds in thy hands and thy fide,
And have feelings like his, when I cry.
"My God and my Saviour has dy'd † !”
6 But if thou haft appointed me ftill
To wrestle, and fuffer, and fight;
O make me refign to thy will,
For all thine appointments are right:
This mercy, at least, I intreat,
That, knowing how vile I have been,
1, with MARY, may wait at thy feet ‡,
And weep o'er the pardon of fin.
XXVI. C. Self-acquaintance.
EAR Lord! accept a finful heart,
Which of itfelf complains,
And mourns, with much and frequent smart,
The evil it contains,
a There fiery feeds of anger lurk,
Which often hurt my frame;
And wait but for the tempter's work,
To fan them to a flame.
3 Legality holds out a bribe
To purchase life from thee;
And Discontent would fain prescribe
How thou shalt deal with me.
Matth. xvii. 6.
Luke, vii. 38.
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