CXXX. Looking to Chrift. P. M.
WEET the moments, rich in
Which before the crois I fpend;
Life, and health, and peace poffeffing,
From the finner's dying friend.
Here I' fit for ever viewing
Mercy's streams, in ftreams of blood;
Precious drops my foul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God..
Truly pleffed is this ftation,
Low before his crofs to lie;
While I fee divine compaffion
Floating in his languid eye.
Here it is I find my heav'n,
While upon the Lamb I gaze;
Love I much. I've much forgiv'n,
I'm a miracle of grace!
Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Conftant ftill in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
May I till enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jelus go!
Prove his wounds each day more healing,
And himself more deeply know.
CXXXI. Gratitude. L. M.
LORD, when my thoughts, delighted, rove
Amid the wonders of thy love;
The fight revives my drooping heart,
And bids invading fears depart.
Guilty and weak, to thee I fly,
On thy atoning blood rely,
And on thy righteoufnels depend:
My Lord, my Saviour, and my Friend.
Be all my heart, be all my days
Devoted to thy fingle praife!
And let my glad obedience prove
How much I owe, how much I love.
RACE! 'tis a charming found,
Harmonious to the ear!
Heav'n with the echo fhall refound,
And all the earth fhall hear.
Grace first contriv'd a way,
To fave rebellious man
And all the fteps, that grace difplay,
Which drew the wond'rous plan.
['Twas grace that wrote my name
In thy eternal book;
'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,
Who all my forrows took.]
Grace taught my roving feet To tread the heav'nly road; And new fupplies each hour I meet, While preffing on to God.
[Grace taught my foul to pray,
And made my eyes o'erflow:
'Twas grace which kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.]
Grace all the work fhall crown,
Through everlafting days;
It lays in heav'n the topmost ftone,
And well deferves the praife,
CXXXIII. The Power of Chrift. C. M.
For a thousand tongues to fing
My dear Redeemer's praife!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace.
Jefus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our forrows ceafe;
'Tis mufic in the finner's ears,
'Fis life, and health, and peace.
He breaks the pow'r of cancell'd fin,
He fets the pris'ners free
His blood can make the foulelt clean;
His blood avail'd for me.
He fpeaks, and, lift'ning to his voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.
Hear him, ye deaf; his praife, ye dumb
Your loofen'd tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy,
CXXXIV. Commit thy Way unto the Lord, &c. P. M.
NOME, my foul, before the Lamb,
Fall and do him ev'rence!
Blefs him for his blood and name,
Sing his great deliv'rance.
Why fhould forrow bow thee down,
Trials or temptation;
Is not Chrift upon the throne
Still thy ftrong Salvation ?
Caft thy burdens on the Lord,
Leave them with thy Saviour;
He, whofe hands for thee were bor'd,
Can, and will deliver,
Turn thee to thy reft, my foul,
Turn thee and difcover
How he yet is merciful;
Turn thee to thy Lover.
Blush that thou hast him forgot,
Who can happy make thee;
Gaze upon him who thee bought,
Till to heav'n he takes thee.
CXXXV. Converting Grace. P. M.
HEN, with my mind devoutly prest,
Dear Saviour, my revolving breast
Wou'd palt offences trace,
Trembling I make the black review i
Yet pleas'd behold, admiring too,
The pow'r of changing grace,
This Tongue, with blafphemies defil'd,
Thefe Feet, to erring paths beguil'd,
In heav'nly league agree,
Who could believe luch Lips could praise,
Or think my dark and winding ways
Should ever lead to thee?
Thefe Eyes, that once abus'd their fight,
Now lift to thee their wat'ry light,
And weep a filent flood.
Thefe Hands afcend in ceaseless pray'r;
O wash away the ftains they wear,
In pure redeeming blood!
Thefe Ears, that pleas'd could entertain
The midnight oath, the luftful ftrain,
When round the fetal board;
Now, deaf to all th' enchanting noife,
Avoid the throng, deteit the joys,
And prefs to hear thy word.
Thus art thou ferv'd in ev'ry part;
And now thou dat transforin my Heart,
That droffy thing refine:
Now grace doth nature's ftrength control,
And a new creature-body-foul,
Are, Lord, for ever thine!
CXXXVI. Love of Chrift. C. M.
our Redeemer's glorious name Awake the facred fong!
O may his love (mmortal Hame!)
Tune ev'ry heart and tongue.
His love, what mortal thought can reach!
What mortal tongue diplay!
Imagination's utmoft ftretch
In wonder dies away.
Let wonder still with love unite,
And gratitude and joy ;
Jefus be our fupreme delight,
His praife our belt employ.
Jefus, who left his throne on high,
Left the bright realms of blifs, And came to earth to bleed and die :
Was ever love like this!
Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee,
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