5 Then in a nobler, fweeter fong. I'll fing thy pow'r to fave; When this poor lifping ftam'ring tongue Lord, I believe thou haft prepar'd For me a blood-bought free reward, 7 'Tis ftrung, and tun'd, for endless years, And form'd by pow'r divine; To found in God the Father's ears MALACHI. LXXX. They fball be mine, faith the LORD. I WHEN finners utter boafting words, The Lord, well-pleas'd, an ear affords 2 They often meet to feek his face, 3 Is noted in his book of grace ༤༥༢༥ Against another day. For they by faith a day defcry, And joyfully expect, When he, defcending from the fky, 4 Unnotic'd now, becaufe unknown, He comes to claim them for his own, 5 With transport then their Saviour's care. 6 Affembled worlds will then difcern MATTH.E W. LXXXI. The Beggar. Chap. vii. 7. 8 Of promise to the poor, Behold, a beggar, Lord, Waits at thy mercy's door! No hand, no heart, O Lord, but thine, 2 The beggar's ufual plea, I know thou wouldst difdain; And pleas which move thy gracious ear 3 I have no right to fay, When I poffeffed more: Thou know'it that from my very birth I've been the pooreft wretch on earth. 4 Nor can I dare profefs, As beggars often do, Tho' great is my diftrefs, My wants have been but few: If thou fhouldft leave my foul to starve, D 5 5 'Twere 5 "Twere folly to pretend I'll trouble thee no more: No less than children's food O do not frown and bid me go, 7 Nor can I willing be Thy bounty to conceal From others who, like me, Above the earth extend *: Such pleas as mine men would not bear, LXXXII. The Leper. Chap. viii. 2. 3. FT as the leper's cafe I read, Sin is a leprofy indeed, Which none but Chrift can heal. 2 A while I would have pafs'd for well, And ftrove my spots to hide; Till it broke out incurable, Ifaiah, lv. 8. 9. 3 3. Then from the faints I fought to flee, I thought they all would point at me, 5 To him, tho' fill'd with fhame and awe, I rais'd my mournful cry. 6 Lord, thou canst heal me if thou wilt, O cleanse my leprous foul from guilt, 7 He heard, and with a gracious look "I will, be clean," and while he fpokeI felt my health restor❜d. 8 Come, lepers, feize the prefent hour,› LXXXIII. A Sick Soul. Chap, ix. 12. 13 Phyfician of my fin-fick soul, See how I mourn and pine; 3 I would difclofe my whole complaint, 4 It lies not in a fingle part, 5 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind, And impotent and lame; t And overclouds, and fills my mind 6 A thousand evil thoughts, intrude Which indifpofe me for my food, 7 Lord, I am fick, regard my cry, LXXXIV. Satan returning. Chap. xii. 43.—45. HEN Jefus claims the finner's heart, The evil fpirit muft depart, And dares return no more. 2. But when he goes without constraint, A 3 Some outward change perhaps is feen. If Satan quit the place; But tho' the house feem fwept and clean, 'Tis deftitute of grace. 4 Except |