Oh I tremble still, to think.
How fecure I liv'd in fin;
Sporting on destruction's brink.
Yet preferv'd from falling in.
2 In his own appointed hour,
To my heart the Saviour spoke ;
Touch'd me by his Spirit's pow'r,
And my dang'rous flumber broke.
Then I faw and own'd my guilt,
Soon my gracious Lord reply'd:
"Fear not, I my blood have fpilt,
'Twas for fuch as thee I dy'd."

3

Shame and wonder, joy and love,
All at once poffefs'd my heart;
Can I hope thy grace to prove
After acting fuch a part?
"Thou haft greatly finn'd, he faid,
But I freely all forgive;

I myself thy debt have paid,
Now I bid thee rife and live.”

Come, my fellow finners, try,
Jefus' heart is full of love!
Oh that you, as well as I,
May his wond'rous mercy prove!
He has fent me to declare,
All is ready, all is free:

Why should any foul despair,

When he fav'd a wretch like me?

LV. Freedom from Care.

WHILE I liv'd without the Lord,
(If I might be faid to live),

Nothing could relief afford,
Nothing fatisfaction give.

2 Empty

2 Empty hopes and groundless fear
Mov'd by turns my anxious mind;
Like a feather in the air,
Made the fport of ev'ry wind.'
3' Now, I fee, whate'er betide,
All is well if Christ be mine;
He has promis'd to provide,
I have only to refign.

4 When a sense of fin and thrall
Forc'd me to the finner's Friend,
He engag'd to manage all,

5

By the way and to the end.

"Caft, he faid, on me thy care *, 'Tis enough that I am nigh; I will all thy burdens bear, I will all thy wants fupply. 6 Simply follow as I lead, Do not reason, but believe; Call on me in time of need, Thou shalt furely help receive." 7 Lord, I would, I do fubmit, Gladly yield my all to thee; What thy wifdom fees most fit, Muft be, furely, best for me. 8 Only when the way is rough, And the coward flesh would start, Let thy promise and thy love

Cheer and animate my heart.

LVI. Humiliation and Praife.
(Imitated from the German.)

WHEN the wounded spirit hears
The voice of Jefus' blood,

How the meffage ftops the tears
Which elfe in vain had flow'd:

Píal. lv. 22. ; 1 Pet. v. 7.

N 2

Pardon

Pardon, grace, and peace proclaim'd,
And the finner call'd a child;
Then the ftubborn heart is tam'd,
Renew'd, and reconcil'd.

Oh! 'twas grace indeed, to spare
And fave a wretch like me!
Men or angels could not bear
What I have offer'd thee:
Were thy bolts at their command,
Hell ere now had been my place;
Thou alone could filent stand,
And wait to fhew thy grace.

If in one created mind,

The tenderness and love

Of thy faints on earth were join'd,
With all the hosts above;

Still that love were weak and poor,
If compar'd, my Lord, with thine;
Far too fcanty to endure

A heart fo vile as mine.

Wond'rous mercy I have found,
But, ah! how faint my praise!
Muft I be a cumber-ground,
Unfruitful all my days?

Do I in thy garden grow,
Yet produce thee only leaves!
Lord, forbid it fhould be fo!

The thought my spirit grieves.
Heavy charges Satan brings

To fill me with distress;
Let me hide beneath thy wings,

And plead thy righteousness:

Lord, to thee for help I call,
'Tis thy promise bids me come;
Tell him thou haft paid for all,

And that shall strike him dumb.

LVII. C. For the Poor.

I WHEN Hagar found the bottle spent
And wept o'er Ifhmael;

A meffage from the Lord was fent
To guide her to a well.

2 Should not Elijah's cake and cruise f
Convince us at this day,

A gracious God will not refufe
Provifions by the way?

3 His faints and fervants fhall be fed,
The promife is fecure;

"Bread fhall be giv'n them, as he faid, Their water fhall be fure ‡."

4 Repafts far richer they fhall prove, Than all earth's dainties are;

"Tis fweet to tafte a Saviour's love,
Tho' in the meanest fare.

5 To Jefus then your trouble bring,
Nor murmur at your lot;
While you are poor, and he is King,,
You shall not be forgot.

I

LVIII. Home in View.

AS when the weary trav❜ller gains
The height of fome o'er-looking hill,
His heart revives, if crofs the plains
He eyes his home, tho' diftant still.

2. While he furveys the much-lov'd fpot,:
He flights the space that lies between;
His paft fatigues are now forgot,
Because his journey's end is feen.

Gen. xxi, 19. | 1 Kings, xvii. 14. ‡ If. xxxiii. 16.

3 Thus, when the Chriftian pilgrim views
By faith, his manfion in the fkies,
The fight his fainting ftrength renews,
And wings his fpeed to reach the prize:
4 The thought of home his fpirit cheers,
No more he grieves for troubles past;
Nor any future trial fears *,

So he may fafe arrive at laft.

5 'Tis there, he fays, I am to dwell
With Jefus, in the realms of day;
Then I fhall bid my cares farewell,
And he will wipe my tears away.
6 Jefus, on thee our hope depends,
To lead us on to thine abode:

Affur'd our home will make amends
For all our toil while on the road.

SIMILAR HY MN S.

Book I. Hymn 4. 7. 9. 11. 25. 35. 36. 39. 41. 46. 47. 48. 70. 95. 128. 132.

Book II. Hymn 45. 46. 47.

V.DEDICATION and SURRENDER.

LIX. Old Things are paffed away. LET worldly minds the world purfue,

It has no charms for me;

Once I admir'd its trifles too,
But grace has fet me free.

2 Its pleafures now no longer pleafe,
No more content afford;

Far from my heart be joys like thefe,
Now I have feen the Lord.

* A&s, xx. 24. 1