The heart breaks afunder,
Tho' hard as a stone,

When GOD fpeaks in thunder,
And makes himfelf known.
2 With terror I read

3

My fins heavy score,
The number exceeds
The fands on the fhore
Guilt makes me unable
To ftand or to flee,
So Cain murder'd Abel,
And trembled like me.

Each fin, like his blood,
With a terrible cry,
Calls loudly on GoD
To ftrike from on high:
Nor can my repentance
Extorted by fear,

Reverse the just sentence,
'Tis juft, tho' severe.
4 The cafe is too plain,
I have my own choice;
Again, and again,
I flighted his voice;
His warnings neglected,
His patience abus'd,
His gofpel rejected,
His mercy refus'd,
5 And muft 1 then go,

For ever to dwell

In torments and woe
With devils in hell!

2

3

Oh where is the Saviour
I fcorn'd in times paft?
His word in my favour
Would fave me at laft.
6 LORD JESUS, on thee
I venture to call,

Oh look upon me

The vileft of all!

For whom didft thou languish,
And bleed on the tree?

On pity my ang ifh,
And fay, "Twas for thee."
7 A cafe fuch as mine.
Will honor thy pow'r;
All hell will repine,
All heav'n will adore;
If in condemnation
Strict justice takes place,
It fhines in falvation

More glorious thro' grace,

VII. Behold I am vile!
LORD, how vile am I,
Unholy and unclean!

How can I dare to venture nigh

With fuch a load of fin?

Is this polluted heart.

A dwelling fit for thee?

Swarming, alafs! in ev'ry part,

What evils do I fee!

If I attempt to pray,

And lifp thy holy name;

My

My thoughts are hurry'd foon away,

I know not where I am.

4

If in thy word I look,

Such darknefs fills my mind,

I only read a fealed book,

But no relief can find.

5

Thy gofpel oft I hear,

6

But hear it ftill in vain ;

Without defire, or love, or fear,
I like a ftone remain.

Myfelf can hardly bear

This wretched heart of mine;
How hateful then must it appear
To thofe pure eyes of thine ?

8

Sink in despair and die?

Fain would i hope that thou didst bleed
For fuch a wretch as I.

That blood which thou haft fpilt,
That grace which is thine own;
Can cleanfe the vileft finners guilt,}

And foften hearts of stone.

9

Low at thy feet bow,

I

Oh pity and forgive;

Here will lie and wait till thou

Shalt bid me rife and live.

VIII. C. The shining Light.

MY

Y former hopes are dead,
My terror now begins;

2

3

4

5

I feel, alafs! that I am dead

In trefpaffes and fins.

Ah whither fhall I fly?

I hear the thunder roar ;

The law proclaims deftruction nigh,
And vengeance at the door.

When I review my ways,
I dread impending doom;

But fure a friendly whisper fays,
6. Flee from the wrath to come.
I fee or think I fee,

A glimm'ring from afar ;

A beam of day that fhines for me,
To fave me from defpair.

Forerunner of the fun(o),
It marks the Pilgrim's way;
I'll gaze upon it while I run,
And watch the rifing day.

MY

With grief and dismay,

I owe a vaft debt

And nothing can pay :
I must go to prison,
Unless that dear LORD,
Who dy'd and is rifen,
His pity afford.

2 The death that he dy'd,
The blood that he spilt,

(0) Pfalm cxxx, 6,

To finners apply'd,
Discharge from all guilt
This great interceffor
Can give, if he please,
The vileft tranfgreffor
Immediate release.

3 When nail'd to the tree,
He answer'd the pray'r
Of one, who like me,
Was nigh to despair(p);
He did not upbraid him
With all he had done,
But inftantly made him,
A faint and a fon.

4 The jailor, I read,
A pardon receiv'd(q)
And how was he freed?
He only be iev'd:

His cafe mine resembled,
Like me he was foul,
Like me too he trembled,
But faith made him whole!

5 Tho' Saul in his youth,
To madnefs enrag'd,
Against the LORD's truth,
And people engag'd;
Yet JESUS, the Saviour,
Whom long he revil'd(r),
Receiv'd him to favor

And made him a child.

6 Ad.'

(p) Luke xxiii. 43.

(9( Acts xvi. 31.

(-) 1 Tim †, 16,