2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain, Insensible as steel;

1

If aught is felt, 'tis only pain

To find I cannot feel.

3 I sometimes think myself inclin'd
To love thee, if I could;
But often feel another mind,
Averse to all that's good.

4 My best desires are faint and few,
I fain would strive for more;
But when I cry, "My strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.

5 Thy saints are comforted I know,
And love thy house of prayer;
I sometimes go where others go,
But find no comfort there.

6 O make this heart rejoice or ache;
Decide this doubt for me;
And if it be not broken, break,
And heal it, if it be.

CXCII. L. M. FAWCETT.

The Sinner awakened-What must I do to be Saved? Acts ix. 6.

WITH

WITH melting heart and weeping eyes,
My guilty soul for mercy cries,

What shall I do, or whither flee,

T' escape that vengeance due to me? 2 Till now I saw no danger nigh; I liv'd at ease, nor fear'd to die; Wrapt up in self-deceit and pride, "I shall have peace at last," I cry'd. 3 But when, Great God, thy light divine Had shone on this dark soul of mine, N

Then I beheld, with trembling awe,
The terrors of thy holy law.

4 How dreadful now my guilt appears,
In childhood, youth, and growing years?
Before thy pure, discerning eye,
Lord, what a filthy wretch am I !
5 Should vengeance still my soul pursue,
Death and destruction are my due,
Yet mercy can my guilt forgive,
And bid a dying sinner live.

6 Does not thy sacred word proclaim
Salvation free in Jesus' name?
To him I look and humbly cry,
"O save a wretch condemn'd to die!"

CXCII. 3. M. NEWTON.

Complaining The good that I would, I do not."

Rom. vii. 19.

WOULD, but cannot sing,

I
I would, but cannot pray;
For Satan meets me when I try,
And frights my soul away.

2 I would, but can't repent,

Though I endeavour oft;
This stony heart can ne'er relent
Till Jesus make it soft.

3 I would, but cannot love,

Though woo'd by love divine;
No arguments have pow'r to move
A soul so base as mine.

4 I would, but cannot rest
In God's most holy will:

I know what he appoints is best,
Yet murmur at it still.

1

30 could I but believe!
Then all would easy be;

I would, but cannot-Lord relieve;
My help must come from thee!
But if indeed I would,

Though I can nothing do;
Yet the desire is something good,
For which my praise is due.
7 By nature prone to ill,

"Till thine appointed hour, I was as destitute of will,

As now I am of power.

8 Wilt thou not crown at length,
The work thou hast begun ?
And with a will, afford me strength,
In all thy ways to run.

CXCIV. C. M. E. JONES*.

The successful Resolve-I will go in unto the King, &c. Esther iv. 16.

1

COME, mourning sinner, in whose breast

A thousand thoughts resolve,

Come, with your fear and guilt opprest,
And make this last resolve.

2 "Fll go to Jesus, though my sin
"Hath like a mountain rose;
"I know his courts, I'll enter in,
"Whatever may oppose.

3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,

"And there my guilt confess,

• Mr. Jones, was a truly worthy pastor of the Baptist Church at Exon, Devon: he departed this life on April 15, 1765, aged 43. His successor was Mr. Thomas Lewis, who died Dec. 4, 1744, aged 44 years This page is sacred to his memory.

"I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone
"Without his sovereign grace.

4 "I'll to the gracious King approach,
"Whose sceptre pardon gives,
"Perhaps he may command me touch
"And then the suppliant lives.
Perhaps he will admit my plea,
"Perhaps will hear my pray's;
"But if I perish I will pray,
"And perish only there.

6

"I can but perish if I go,

"I am resolv'd to try:
"For if I stay away, I know"
"I must for ever die."

CXCV. S. M. RIPPON.

A broken heart, and a bleeding Saviour. IUNTO thine altar, Lord,

A broken heart I bring;

And wilt thou graciously accept
Of such a worthless thing?

2 To Christ the bleeding Lamb,
My faith directs its eyes;

Thou may'st reject that worthless thing,
But not his sacrifice.

3 When he gave up the ghost,
The law was satisfied;

And now to its most rigorous claim

I answer, "Jesus died."

CXCVI. C. M. NEW SELEC.

Self-Abhorrence.

So foolish, so absurd am I,

That nothing can be more;

Was ever such a monster seen
Upon the earth before?

2 I dare not look upon the earth,
The witness of my sin ;

My conscience is a doom's-day book,
I dare not look within.

3 Upward I dare not cast my eyes,
For there my judge doth sit;

Nor downward whence the smoke doth rise, From the infernal pit.

4 How shall I answer at the bar
Of him who is most pure?

I cannot answer for nyself,
Myself I can't endure.

5 My heart the seat of folly is,
My life a life of sin;
Surely I am more brutal far,
Than ever brute has been.

6 I am not worthy of the earth,
Nor worthy of the air,
Nor worthy of the wat'ry drop,
But of the damned's fare.

CXCVII. S. M. NEW SELEC.

Complaint of Sin.

1 Lord, how vile am I,

Unholy and unclean!

How can I dare to venture nigh
With such a load of sin ?

2 Is this polluted heart

A dwelling fit for thee?
Swarming, alas! in ev'ry part,
What evils do I see!