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This for his merit's sake I feek,
Love here is scarce a faint defire ;
Unbelief, Darkness, Deadness, and Hardness.
· WHAT means this wicked wand'ring heart ?
One look from him would make me whole.
From whom he jusly did withdraw ?
I in my past experience faw?
Apply thy pard’ning, cleansing blood;
With cov'nant-mercy do me good.
When thy free Sp'rit the word applies,
And kindly tells me thou art mine, My faithless linking heart replies,
Ah, Lord! I wish I could be thine. My faith's so 'nighted in my doubts,
I cast the offer'd good away ; And lose, by raising vain disputes,
The wonted blessings of the day. Was e'er one press'd with such a load,
Or pierc'd with such an unseen dart; To find at once an absent God,
And yet, alas! a careless heart? Such grief as mine, a griefefs grief,
Did ever any mortal share ? An hopeless hope, a lifeless life,
Or such unwonted careless care? "Tis fad, Lord! when for night's folace
Nor moon, nor starry gleams appear ; Yet worse, when in this dismal cale
My heart is hard'ned from thy fear. 'Twas not because no fhow?rs did flow
Of heav'nly manna at my door; But by my folly I'm into
A worse condition than before. Come, Lord, with greater pow's; for why,
Mine, fure, is not a common cafe : Thou offer'st to unvail; yet I
Do scarce incline to fee thy face. Such languid faint desires I feel
Within this wicked stupid heart; I should, I would; but that I will
I hardly dare with truth assert. O to be free of that vile wrack,
That basely keeps me from my God! I fee from thee, Lord; bring me back
By tender loye, or by thy rod. In paths of righteousness direct,
New proofs of thy remission give ; Then of thy name I'll mention make With grateful praises while I live:
On banks of mercy's boundless deep
'Wiih sweeter ease I'll foar and sing, Than kings of feather'd hosts, that sweep
The oozy fhore with easy wing. But if thy mind omniscient know
I'm for this absent bless unfit, Give grace to hate my fins, and to
Their rightecus punishment submit. But let me ne'er thy Spirit lack,
That by his aid my pray’rs may come Before him, who can wisely make
Ev'n distance lead his people home. Deep wisdom can my soul prepare
By present woes for absent bliss.
He can convey the joys I miss.
Can make th’amzing product cease;
By him confusion brings forth peace. Then, Lord, ne'er let me bafely spurn
Against thy searchless unknown ways; But magnify thy work, and turn
My groans and murmurs into praise. Let me submissive, while I live,
Thy awful justice own with fear: Yet pensive let me never grieve
Thy tender mercy by despair. Since though by fin I foully swerv'd,
And lewdly from iny glory fell ; I'm chaften'd here, and not referv'd
To feel the weight of fin in hell: Thy high right hand's once joyful days
In my distress I'll call to mind; And :wn that all thy darkest ways
Will clearly prove thee good and kind.
And leav'st me long to plore,
And wrought'it for me before.
No grains of grace, but wracks ;
N, groan, no smuaking flax.
And grains of love be spent,
Stop, stop, I melt, I faint.
This bargain black I hate ;
With thee at such a rate.
Thou didst with grace perfume ;
With dreadful judge's dvom?
Reform what is defil'd ;
Thy choice, thy charge, thy child.
Lock'd up in mind I have;
What heay'n did there engrave.
By thy almighty hand;
Both vow aud gift shall stand.
My joyful cup did spill,