tain,

Mighty to remove a Mountain. 5. Let me find, O my Redéemer! Mercy in mine agony; Make me conquer the blafphemer, And break from his flavery: Strength of faith add by thy Word; Grant to me thy Spirit's fword; Thus is Satan disappointed, All his darts repell'd and blunted. 6. Holy Ghoft of equal honour

With the Father and the Son, Of all gifts the only Donor,

Hear me from thy holy throne; Through thy Mercy I believe;

Let this Gift abide and thrive, While I truft not in my fitnefs,

But thy all-fufficient greatness. 7.Rouze me up from present dulnefs; Thy good Work in me advance; And relieve me by the fulness

Of thy gracious Countenance: In me fan the Spark of grace, That with joy I run my Race, And obtain the prize of Sion,

Which I ever keep my eye on. 8. Greatest God beyond relation, Ever-bleffed One in Three! Thou alone art my Salvation, Strengthen mine infirmity: Quench thou ev'ry fiery dart,

Ere it reach my trembling heart; Ne'er let want of Confolation Me expose to defperation. Guard me from the Foe's devices, Which thou know'ft are numberlefs;

9.

Wake my mind, when he intices,

From all fatal Carelesness ; Grant me fuch a Strength, that I

May withstand him valiantly; Ever under foot be trodden

Mifchiefs manifeft or hidden. 10. Reach thy Hand to thy frail creature,

That does now fome terrors taile,

Till the threatning Storm be paf. Lead me by the holy Ghoft,

So that Satan may not boast Of his having ever worsted

One poor heart that in God trufted. 11. All my Life thall be employed

To thy praife, with all my might, Who haft fin and hell deftroyed,

And with fhame put them to flight; Glorious fhall thy Mercy be, Here and eternity; Heav'n and earth, O great Jehovah! Shall refound with Hallelujah.

HOU hidden love of God, whofe height, Whole depth unfathom'd no man knows ;

I fee from far thy beauteous light,
Inly I figh for thy Repofe:
My heart is pain'd, not can it be
At reft, till it finds reft in thee.

2. Thy fecret Voice invites me

ftill

The fweetness of thy Yoke to prove; And fain I would: but tho' my will Be fixt, yet wide my paffions rove, Yet hindrances ftrew all the way; I aim at thee, yet from thee ftray. 3. 'Tis Mercy all, that thou hat brought

My mind to feel her peace in Thee!
Yet while I feek, but find thee not,

No peace my wandring Soul shall fee,
O when fhall all my wandrings end,
And I be wholly with my Friend?
4 O hide this Self from me, that I
No more, but CHRIST in me may

live!

"MY

proftrate

foul before thee To thee her Source my Spirit flies; lies, let thy chearing Count'nance shine On this poor mournful heart of mine. 2. From feeling Mis'ry's depth I cry, In thy death, Saviour, let me die; May Self in thy exceffive Pain Be fwallow'd up, nor rife again. 3. Jefu! vouchfafe my heart and will

With thy meek Lowlinefs to fill; Break Nature's bonds, and let me fee That whom thou free't, indeed is free.

4. My heart in thee, and in thy Ways Delights, yet from thy prefence ftrays; My Mind muft deeper fink in thee, My foot ftand firm, from wandring free.

Here all our ftrength and wisdom 5. I know that nought we have a

vails,

fails;

Who bids a finful Heart be clean? Thou only, thou Supreme of Men ! 6. Lord, well I know thy tender love, Thou never didft unfaithful prove; ¡ I furely know thou ftand'ft by me, Pleas'd from my felf to fet me free. 7. Still will I long and wait for thee, Till in thy Light the light I fee; Till thou in thy good time appear, And fav't my foul from ev'ry fnare.

To a wretched World, and flying

All that's finful, falfe and vain : Making Chrift my higheft Treasure, Firmest Trust and sweetest pleasure, All my glory, all my gain. 6. Mortify the old Man in me, To my Saviour's Likeness bring me,

Let me like a Phenix rife

From its predeceffor's afhes;
And with beauty that furpaffes,

Mount at length above the Skies. 7. Thou thyfelf me form and fashion, As, in ghoftly Life's gradation,

Thou would'st choose to have thy
child:

A Heart give me firm and honest,
In the new Man's Manners cleaneft
To walk with thee undefil'd.
8. For my Friends and Kindred hear

Afham'd I figh, and inly mourn That I fo late to thee did turn. 3. In darkness willingly I ftray'd; I fought thee, yet from thee I rov'd ;

For wide my wandring thoughts were fpread,

Thy creatures more than Thee lov'd:

And now, if more at length I fee, 'Tis thro' thy Light, and comes from thee.

4. I thank thee, uncreated Sun, That thy bright beams on me have fhin'd:

I thank thee, who haft overthrown My foes, and heal'd my wounded

mind;

I thank thee, whofe enliv'ning Voice Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice. 5. Uphold me in the doubtful Race, Nor fuffer me again to stray: Strengthen my feet, with steady pace Still to prefs forward in thy way. My Soul and flesh, O Lord of Might, Fill, fatiate with thy heav'nly light. 6. Give to my Eyes refreshing tears, Give to my Heart chafte, hallow'd fires ;

Give to my Soul, with filial fears, The Love that all heav'ns hoft inspires :

That all my pow'rs with all their might

In thy fole glory may unite.

7. Thee will I love, my joy, my Crown!

Thee will I love, my Lord, my
God!

Thee will I love, when all does frown

On me, and thorny makes my Road. What tho' my flesh and heart decay? Thee fhall I love in endless Day.

544.

Was gibt du denn, D meine feele.

SOUL, what Return has thy
Creator

SOUL,

For all he gives, and all thoù hast? What is in all thy needy nature, That can delight his holy Breast? Thy beft of Off'rings he requires, Ev'n thy whole Heart with its Defires.

2. Give God his own, if thou'lt be Say, Who does beft deferve my giving: Heart?

Or any Creature claim a part? Can Belzebub, who hates the living, My Body, Soul, and all that's mine. No, Lord, to thee I all affign, 3. Accept, O Lord, what thou requireft, My Firstling ev'n my heart, that ftore,

*

That treasure thou fo much admirest,
And paidit, oh! paidft fo dearly for.
To thee, my God, I now refign
My heart, to be for ever thine.
• Exod. xiii. 12.

4. To whom could I my heart make