Is not thy pardon rich and free,
Seal'd in the kind atoning flood.
Who then shall drive my trembling foul,
From thee, to regions of despair?
Who has furvey'd the facred roll,
And found my name not written there?
Prefumptuous thought! to fix the bound,
To limit mercy's fov'reign reign!
What other happy fouls have found,
I'll seek, nor fhall I feek in vain.
Low, at thy feet I'll caft me down,
To thee reveal my guilt and fear;
And, if thou fpurn me from thy throne,
I'll be the first who perifh'd there.
XXIII. The wife Choice. L. M.
ESET with fnares on ev'ry hand,
In life's uncertain path I ftand;
SAVIOR, divine, diffufe thy light,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.
Engage this roving treach'rous heart,
To fix on Mary's better part;
To fcorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that none can take away.
Then let the wildeft ftorms arife,
Let tempefts mingle earth and fkies;
No fatal fhipwreck fhall I fear,
But all
my treafures will me bear.
If thou, my JESUS, ftill be nigh,
Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thoufand worlds in thee.
XXIV. The heavenly Race. C. M. WAKE, my foul, ftretch ev'ry nerve, And prefs with vigor on;
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
Tis God's all animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand prefents the prize,
To thine afpiring eye.
A cloud of witnesses around,
Hold thee in full furvey;
Forget the fteps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
Blefs'd SAVIOR, introduc'd by thee,
Have we our race begun;
And crown'd with vict'ry at thy feet
We lay our laurels down.
XXV. Prayer anfwered by Croffes. L. Ma
ASK'D the LORD that I might grow,,
In faith, and love, and ev'ry grace,
Might more of his falvation know,
And feek, more earneftly, his face.
'Twas he who taught me thus to pray,
And he, I truft, has anfwer'd pray'r;
But it has been in fuch a way,
As almoft drove me to defpair..
I hop'd, that in fome favor'd hour,
At once he'd anfwer my requeft;
And by his love's conftraining pow'r
Subdue my fins, and give me reft.
Inftead of this he made me feel,
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry pow'rs of hell,.
Affault my foul in ev'ry part.
Yea more, with his own hand, he feem'd
Intent to aggravate my woe.
Crofs all the fair defigns I fchem'd,
Blafted my gourds, and laid me low.
LORD, why is this?" I trembling cry'd, "Wilt thou purfue thy worm to death?" ""Tis in this way," the LORD reply'd, "I answer pray'r for grace and faith. "Thefe inward trials, I employ "From felf and pride to fet thee free, "And break the fcheme of earthly joy, "That thou may'ft fee thy all in me.' XXVI. The Nativity. 7s.
OLY wonder, heav'nly grace,. Come inspire our humble lays; While the SAVIOR's love we fing, Whence our hopes and comfort fpring. Man involv'd in guilt and woe, Touch'd his tender bofom fo:
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