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Q: Where shall I seek all divine store,
And without fail obtain?
A. In Christ, in whom, for evermore,
His fulness does remain.
9. But how shall I escape and Alee
Th’avenging wrath of God?
A. In Christ, who bore upon the tree
That whole amazing load.
Q. Alas! I'm daily apt to firay,
How thall I leav'u-ward make ? A. Through Chrilt, the confecrated way,
Design'd for thee to take.
Q: Ah! where's my title, right, or claim
To that eternal blifs ?
A. In Chrift alone, that glorious name,
The Lord our righteousness.
But who unfit can enter there,
Or with fuch nafty feet?
A. Christ by his blood presents thee fair,
His Spirit makes thee meet. 2. But mayn’t my spirit, weak as grass,
Fail ere it reach the length ?
A. Jesus,' the Lord thy righteousness,
Will be the Lord thy strength.
Q. Mayn't hellish hosts and wicked foes
Sore by the way molest?
A. Christ is a friend to bridle those,
And give the weary rest. : Mayn't guilty conscience loudly brand,
And all my comfort chase ?
A. Christ, with a pardon in his hand,
Can shew his smiling face.
Q. But how can divine mercy vent,
Where fins are great and throng?
A. Christ is the channel with defcent
That mercy runs along.
Q. But may not justice interpose,
And stand in mercy's way?
A. Jesus did all the debt thou owes
To divine justice pay.
2. Where shall mine eyes the pardon spy,
Unto my saving good?
A. In Christ's free promise see it lie,
In his atoning blood.
Q. What ground have I to trust and say,
The promise is not vain ?
A. In Christ the promises are Yea,
In him they are Amen. 2. But where is Christ himself, O where,
With promises so sweet?
A. Christ's in the promises, and there
Thy faith and he may meet.
Q. Is Christ in them, and they in Chrift?
How shall I thus defcry?
A. His blood and Spirit therein list
To feal and to apply.
Q. Gainst legal fiery threats of wrath,
Pray, what defence is best?
A. Chrilt's full obedience eye'd by faith :
There should the guilty rest.
2. But how shall faith be had ? Alas!
I find I can't believe.
A. Christ is the author of that grace ;
And faith is his to give.
2. Ah! when may faithless I expect
He'll such a bliss bequeath? A. He will of unbelief c nvict,
And pave the way for faith. 2. Repentance must attend, but whence
Shall I this grace receive ?
A. Christ is exalted as a prince
All needful grace to give.
Q: How can fi, vile a lump of dust
4. Christ by his holy Spirit must
This gradual change effect.
Q. How shall I do the works aright
I'm daily bound unto!
4. Cbrill in thee, by his Spirit's might
Works both to will and do.
, How shall my maladies be heald,
So fore molesting me?
A. Christ is the great Physician seal'd,
Tbe Lord that bealetk ibee,
Q. By prayer I ought to seek his face ;
This course how shall I drive?
4. 'Tis Christ alone that has the grace
And Sp'rit of pray'r to give.
Q: Salvation-work is great and high;
Alas! what shall I do?
A. Christ as the Alpha thereof eye,
And the Omega too,
9. What pillar then is most secure
To build my hope upon ?
A. Christ only the foundation fure,
The living corner-stone,
Q. When I'm with black pollution staiņ’d,
How shall I cleansed be?
A. Christ is a fountain for that end
Set open wide for thee.
Q. What shall I do, when plagues abound,
With sorrows, griefs, and fears? 4. Christ has a balsam for thy wounds,
A bottle for thy tears.
But is there any help for onc
That utterly is loft!
A. Christ faves from fin, and he alone,
Even to the uttermost.
But where shall I be safe at last
From hell and endless death?
A. Christ is a refuge from the blast
Of everlasting wrath.
Q: But mayn't ev'n nat'ral death to me
Become a dreadful thing?
1. Christ by his death, in love to theç,
Did ev'ry death ynsting. Q. Why, Sir, is Christ the whole you fay?
No answer else I find. 4. Because, were Christ, our all, away,
There's nothing left behind.
Q. How can he answer ev'ry case,
And help in every thrall ?
A. Because he is the Lord of grace,
Jehovah, all in all,
Q. How is he present to supply,
And to relieve us thus?
A. Because his glorious name is high,
IMMANUEL God wirb us.
Q. Has he alone all pow'r to save;
Is nothing left to man?
A. Yea, without Christ we nothing have,
Without him nothing can.
Mayn’t some from hence take latitude
And room their lufts to please ?
If Christ do all, then very good,
Let us take carnal ease.
4. Christ will in flaming vengeance come,
With fury in his face,
To damn his foes that dare presume,
And thus abuse his grace.
Faith and Works both excluded from the Matter of
Fuftification before God, that Redemption may appear to be only in Christ.
HO dare an holy God address,
With an unholy righteousness?
Who can endure bis awful probe,
Without perfection for their robe ?
None could his great tribunal face,
Were faith itself their fairelt dress:
Faith takes the robe, but never brags,
Itself has got but filthy rags.
Faith claims no share, and works far less,
In justice-pleasing righteousness;
The servant were to me abhorr’d,
Would claim the glory of his Lord.
Blasphemous unbelief may claim
The praises of the worthy Lamb:
By faith disclaiming all its best,
Not on itself, but Christ, will rest.
I'nı fav’d and justify'd by faith,
Which yet no saving value hath ;
Nor e'er pretends to save froin thrall,
But in its object has its all.
'Tis Christ alone faves guilty me,
And makes my right to life so free,
That in himself it stands alone :
Faith takes the right, but gives me none.
I dare not act with this intent,
For acts of mine to draw the rent ;
Nor do good works with this design,
To win the crown by works of mine.
I'd thus the promis'd grace forsake,
Nor Jesus for my Saviour take;
Yea' thus would dreadfully presume,
And work mine own eternal doom.
Presumption cannot rise more high,
I'd make the truth of God a lye,
The God of truth a liar too ;
What more mischief could Satan do?
Why I'd discredit God's record
Concerning Jesus Chrilt, the Lord,
His glorious and eternal Son,
Whole blood has life eternal won.
In him, says God, this life I give,
In him shall theref re men believe,
My gift embracing in their arms;
None shall be sav'd on other terms.
Vain man must stoop and freely take,
Or elle embrace a burning lake :
Proud nature must submit to grace,
And to the divine righteousness.
In vain on works our hope is built,
Our actions nothing are but guilt:
The belt obedience of our own
Dare not appear before his throne.
What finite worm can bear the load,
The fury of an angry God?
What mortal vigour can withstand
The vengeance of his lifted hand?