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6 Satan will not be braved
By tuch a worm as I;
To trust in the Most High;
And use the sling of pray'r; Thus arm’d, when Satan sees us,
He'll tremble and despair.
XXIX. DAVID's Fall. Chap. xi. 27.
TOW David, when by fin deceiv'd,
From bad to worse went on !
eye on Bathsheba once fix'd,
And murder crownd the whole.
That has not been descry'd ;
And ravag'd far and wide.
For tho' he vainly fought
Of God he little thought.
No true compunction felt; 'Till God in mercy Nathan fent, His ftubborn heart to melt.
6 The parable held forth a fact,
Defign'd his case to fhew;
Himself he did not know.
That word his slumber broke ;
The Lord forgiveness spoke.
For David ftood before;
For mercy can restore.
XXX. Is this thy kindness to thy friend ?
Chap. xvi. 17.
POOR, weak, and worthless, tho I am,
I have a rich almighty friend ;
He freely loves, and without end.
And by his pow'r my foes controllid;
And brought me to his chosen fold.
And says that I lball shortly be
Oh! what a friend is Christ to me! 4 But ah! my inmost spirit mourns,
And well my eyes with tears may swim,
I've been a faithless friend to him. 5 Often my gracious Friend I grieve,
Neglect, distrust, and disobey,
6 He bids me always freely come,
And promises whate'er í alk:
And count my privilege a talk. 7 Before the world, that hates his cause, My treach'rous heart has throbb'd with
I hardly dare avow his name..
I could not thus my Friend requite !
XXXI. Afk what I foall give theta Chap. iii. 5.
OME, my foul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer pray'r ; He himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not fay thee nay, 2 Thou art coming to a King *,
Large petitions with thee bring;
None can ever ask too nuch. 3 With my burden I begin,
Lord, remove this load of fin !
Set my conscience free from guilt. 4 Lord! I come to thee for rest,
Take poffeffion of my breast;
# Plalm lxxxi. 10.
5 As the image in the glafs
Answers the beholder's face;
Priot thine own resemblance there. 6 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let thy love my spirit cheer ;
Lead me to my journey's end. 7 Shew me what I have to do,
Ev'ry hour my strength renew;
F Solomon for wisdom pray'd,
The Lord betore had made him wise; Else he another choice had made,
And ask'd for what the worldlings prize. 2 Thus he invites bis people ftill;
He first indtructs them how to choose,
Affur'd shat He will not refuse.
Could we our wretched choice obrain,
Kindle our love to him again.
But pant for holiness and grace. 5 And dost thou say, Afk what thou wilt ?**
Lord, I would leize the golden hour;
6 More of thy presence, Lord, impart,
More of thine image let me bear ;
And reign without a rival there.
And from the joy to draw my strength;
In all its height, and breadth, and length. 8 Grant these requests, I ask no more,
But to thy care the rest refign;
The promise calls me near ;
And waits to answer pray’r. 2 That rich atoning blood,
Which sprinkled round I fee, Provides for those who come to God,
An all-prevailing plea. 3 My soul, ask what t nou wilt,
Thou canst not be too bold; Since his own blood for thee he spilt,
What else can he with-hold ? 4 Beyond thy utmost wants
His love and pow'r can bless; To praying fouls he always grants
More than they can express.
My mouth I open wide ;
That I may be iupply'd.