Much more indebted I have been

Than e'er I was before.

My guilt is cancell' quite, I know,
And satisfaction made;

But the vast debt of love I owe

Can never be repaid.

The love I owe for sin forgiv'n,

For power to believe,

For present peace, and promis'd heav'n,
No angel can conceive,

That love of thine, thou sinner's Friend,
Witness thy bleeding heart;
My little all can ne'er extend
To pay a thousandth part.

Nay more, the poor returns I mak❤
I first from thee obtain;

And 'tis of grace, that thou wilt take
Such poor returns again.

"Tis well-it shall my glory be

(Let who will boast their store) In time and to eternity

To owe thee more and more.

289. The Believer tempted. THE billows swell, the winds are high, Clouds overcast my wintry sky; Out of the depths to thee I call, My fears are great, my strength is small. O Lord, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me thro' the storm;"

Defend me from each threat'ning ill, Controul the waves, say, Peace, be still.'

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Amidst the roaring of the sea,

My soul still hangs her hope on thee;
Thy constant love, thy faithful care,
Is all that saves me from despair.
Dangers of ev'ry shape and name
Attend the follow'rs of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful shore,
And leave it to return no more.
Tho' tempest-toss'd, and half a wreck,
My Saviour thro' the floods I seek;
Let neither winds nor stormy main
Force back my shatter'd bark again.

290. The Christian longing for God.
THOU hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathom'd, no man knows,
I see from far thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for thy repose:

My heart is pain'd, nor can it be
At rest till it finds rest in thee.

Is there a thing beneath the sun

That strives with thee my heart to share? Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone, The Lord of ev'ry motion there: Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it has found repose in thee. O hide this self from me, that I

No more, but Christ in me may liye!

My vile affections crucify,
Nor let one darling lust survive:
In all things nothing may I see,
Nothing desire or seek but thee!
O love thy sov'reign aid impart,
To save me from low-thoughted care;
Chase this self-will thro' all my heart,
Thro' all its latent mazes there:
Make me thy duteous child, that I
Ceaseless, may Abba, Father, cry.
Each moment draw from earth away
My heart, that lowly waits thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul, and say,
I am thy love, thy God, thy all:
To feel thy pow'r, to hear thy voice,
To taste thy love, be all my choice.

291. The Christian instructed.

TEACH me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame!
I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.

A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time;

Man is but vanity and dust,

In all his flow'r and prime.
See the vain race of mortals move
Like shadows o'er the plain;
They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all their noise is vain.

What should I wish or wait for, then,
From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.
Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recal;
I give my mortal int'rest up,
And make my God my all.
I'm but a sojourner below,
As all my fathers were:
May I be well prepar❜d to go
When I the summons hear!

292. The Christian's Prayer. THE one thing needful, that good part Which Mary chose with all her heart, I would pursue with heart and mind, And seek unweary'd till I find. But, O! I'm blind and ignorant; The Spirit of the Lord I want To guide me in the narrow road That leads to happiness and God. O Lord my God, to thee I pray; Teach me to know and find the way How I may have my sins forgiv'n, And safe and surely get to heav'n. My mind enlighten with thy light, That I may understand aright The glorious gospel mystery,

Which shews the way to heav'n and thee. R

Hidden in Christ the treasure lies,
That goodly pearl of so great price;
No other way but Christ there is
To endless happiness and bliss.

O Jesus Christ, my Lord and God,
Who hast redeem'd me by thy blood,
Unite my heart so fast to thee,

That we may never parted be.

293. The Christian desiring Christ.

THOU only source of true delight,

Whom 1 unseen adore,

Unveil thy beauties to my sight,
That I may love thee more.
Thy glory all creation shines,
But in thy sacred word
I read in fairer, brighter lines,
My bleeding, dying Lord."

'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop,
And sins and sorrows rise,

Thy love with cheerful beams of hope
My fainting heart supplies.

But ah! too soon the pleasing scene
Is clouded o'er with pain,

My gloomy fears rise dark between,
And I again complain.

Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light,

O come with blissful ray,

Break radiant thro' the shades of night,
And chase my fears away.