6. Examine me, all-feeing Lord!
My fecret actions prove,
Try out my Reins, and fearch my
heart,

And evil thoughts remove.

Yes, Lord, before I drew my breath,
The Lamb for me had suffer'd Death.
2. Far, far away, muft Satan fly,
Nor think me captive to detain:
For Jefus, when he deign'd to die,

7. Throughly, as I am known to Did then deftroy, my ev'ry Chain;

Caft not out my Pray'r,

Nor turn thy face away;
Attend, Almighty God, and hear,
While I before thee pray.
2. The Seed of death and hell

Mix'd in my fpirit rife;
And vain Defires within me dwell,
And sweet Devotion dies.

3. Careless and unconcern'd
I fall a prey to Sin;
And the old Adam undifcern'd
Again creeps foftly in.
4. I quite forget my Lord,

As tho' he ne'er had dy'd ;
Pafs over all his gracious Words,
And madly turn aside.
5. Judge, my Creator God,
Confider this my pray'r!
My Heart, which fhould be

Abode,

Dragons and owls are there. 6. Arife, unsheath thy fword, Mine Adverfaries flay : Mighty to help, affist me, Lord, And keep me in thy Way.

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AY, where's thy hope, thou

1.SAY Sinner, fay?

Look ev'ry where, and afk around
Who all the mighty Debt can pay,
Can a fit Ranfoin e'er be found?

And Conqu'ror in the dreadful fight,
My Soul from thence became his

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Lord! afford thy Light;
I'm ignorant and stupid,
I know my Heart not right:
Indeed this I have seen,
I'm not as I have been;
But I can also see,
I'm not as I fhou'd be.

2. I liv'd in proud conceit,
Knew nothing of heart-forrow
In former Days: Howbeit,
Now Grief does me corrode,
I'm to my felf a Load;
The Things which pleas'd my
heart,

Give me now pain and smart.

As far too as I know,
3.
'Tis not for temp'ral Loffes
That grief does wound me fo;

To all my Friends I'm dear,
My foes I need not fear,
I have my bod❜ly Health,
I'm not in want of Wealth.
4.'Tis Soul's pain make me groan,
My Heart feels inward anguith
Which gnaws my flesh and bone;
'Tis this that pains me fo,
That I as yet don't know,
Whether I've a New Heart,
And thou my Jefus art.

5. 'Tis not one and the fame, To be a real Christian,

Or only one in name :

He t'whom this Name is due,
He does his Lufts fubdue
And kills them thro'Chrift's pow'r,
And lives t'himself no more.
6. 'Tis folly and Deceit
When one thinks thro' prefumption,
That for the Chriftian State

It may and must fuffice,
When he's not giv'n to Vice:
Which even Heathens blind,

For fear of fhame, declin'd.

7. That man puts Jefus on, Who Him hath apprehended, And to his Wounds is gone;

And from his very foul
Abhors the Flesh-luft foul,
With all he hath does part,
And gives to Chrift his Heart.
8. Faith's longing, in a word,
Is this: O my Redeemer,
Be thou my God and Lord,
My Shepherd and my Shield!
To thy Will I do yield,
I am no longer mine,
What e'er I have is thine.

9. Here I fall fhort, I fear,
My Love is not right genuine
To thee, O Jefu dear!
Perhaps I'm in the State
Of th almoft Chriftian yet,
Love worldly Flattery
And flefh's Lùft more than thee.
10. Bethink thy felf, my heart!
I muft fincerely venture,

Elfe fhall have always Smart:
If thou the World deny'st,
From fleshly Pleasures fly'ft,
And doft engage alone
With Chrift, the Work is done.
11. Vile earth - worm! fhouldst
thou flight

Th' immortal King's careffes,
Who dwells in glorious Light,
Who's wife, and rich and great,
Who did the World create,
On whom all creatures call,
And who is All in all?

12. All things fhall pass away
That are in earth and heaven,
But his Years ne'er decay;

His Effence can't decrease, The Godhead cannot cease: Whom once he call'd his Friend, His blifs fhall never end.

13. Do what thou wilt with me, If I am but prepared

A Veffel fit for thee,

By

Now, rais'd to health, I find the fame | 3.
Jefus, and he fhall have my Song.

Afk not honour, pomp, or 'Tis fweeten'd with the best Perfume,