2 Ah LORD! with fuch a heart as mine, Unless thou hold me faft;
I feel I muft, I fhall decline,
And prove like them at laft.
3. Yet thou alone haft pow'r, I know,
To fave a wretch like me;
To whom, or whither, could I go,
If I fhould turn from thee?
4 Beyond a doubt I reft affur'd
Thou art the CHRIST of GOD;
Who haft eternal life fecur'd
By promise and by blood.
5 The help of men and angels join'd,
Could never reach my cafe;
Nor can I hope relief to find,
But in thy boundless grace.
6 No voice but thine can give me rest,
And bid my fears depart;
No love but thine can make me blefs'd,
And fatisfy my heart.
7 What anguish has that queftion stirr'd, If I will alfo go?
Yet, LORD, relying on thy word,
I humbly answer, No!
CXVI. The refurrection and the life.
Chap. xi. 25.
1 Am, faith CHRIST our glorious head, (May we attention give)
The refurrection of the dead,
The life of all that live.
2. By faith in me, the foul receives
New life, tho' dead before;
And he that in my name believes,
Shall live, to die no more.
The finner, fleeping in his grave,
Shall at my voice awake;
And when I once begin to fave,
My work I ne'er forfake."
4 Fulfil thy promife, gracious LORD, On us affembled here;
Put forth thy Spirit with the Word,
And caufe the dead to hear.
Preferve the pow'r of faith alive,
In those who love thy name;
For fin and Satan daily ftrive
To quench the facred flame.
6 Thy pow'r and mercy firft prevail'd,
From death to fet us free;
And often fince our life had fail'd,
If not renew'd by thee.
7 To thee we look, to thee we bow;
To thee, for help, we call;
Our life and refurection thou,
Our hope, our joy, our all.
CXVII. Weeping MARY. Chap: xx. II—16)
1 MARY to her Saviour's tomb
Hafted at the early dawn;
Spice fhe brought, and fweet perfume;
But the LORD the lov'd was gone.
For awhile fhe weeping flood,
Struck with forrow and furprize;
Shedding tears, a plenteous flood,
For her heart fupply'd her eyes.
2 JESUS, who is always near,
Tho' too often unperceiv'd,
Came, his drooping child to chear,
Kindly afking, Why the griev'd?
Tho' at firft fhe knew him not,
When he call'd her by her name,
Then her griefs were all forgot,
For fhe found he was the fame.
3 Grief and fighing quickly fled
When she heard his welcome voice;
Juft before fhe thought him dead,
Now he bids her heart rejoice;
What a change his word can make,
Turning darkness into day!
You who weep for JESUS' fake,
He will wipe your tears away.
4 He who came to comfort her,
When the thought her all was loft,
Will for your relief appear,
Tho' you now are tempeft-tofs'd:
On his word your burden caft,
On his love your thoughts employ;
Weeping for awhile may laft,
But the morning brings the joy.
CXVIII. C. Loveft thou me? Chap. xxi. 16.
HARK, my foul! it is the LORD; 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word;
JESUS fpeaks, and speaks to thee;
"Say, poor finner, lov'ft thou me ? 2 I deliver'd thee when bound,
And, when wounded, heal'd thy wound; Sought thee wand'ring, fet thee right, Turn'd thy darkness into light." 3 Can a woman's tender care Ceafe towards the child fhe bare? Yes, the may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee. "Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above; Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, ftrong as death. 5 Thou shalt fee my glory foon, When the work of grace is done; Partner of my throne fhall be, Say, poor finner, lov'ft thou me ?" 6 LORD it is my chief complaint,. That my love is weak and faint Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more!
"TIS a point I long to know,
Oft it caufes anxious thought;
Dol love the LORD, or no?
Am I his, or am I not?
2 If I love, why am I thus?
Why this dull and lifeless frame?
Hardly, fure, can they be worse,
Who have never heard his Name!
3 Could my heart fo hard remain,
Pray'r a task and burden prove;
Ev'ry trifle give me pain,
If I knew a Saviour's love?
4 When I turn my eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild;
Fill'd with unbelief and fin,
Can I deem myself a child?
pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do;
You that love the LORD indeed,
Tell me, Is it thus with you.
6 Yet I mourn my ftubborn will,
Find my fin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all?
7 Could I joy his faints to meet,
Choose the ways I once abhorr'd,
Find, at times, the promife fweet,
If I did not love the LORD?
8 LORD decide the doubtful cafe!
Thou who art the people's fun;
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.
Let me love thee more and more,
If I love at all, I pray;
If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to day.
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