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2. Where fhall I feek all divine store,
And without fail obtain?

A. In Chrift, in whom, for evermore,
His fulness does remain.

2. But how fhall I efcape and flee
Th' avenging wrath of God?
A. In Chrift, who bore upon the tree
That whole amazing load.
Alas! I'm daily apt to fray,

How fhall I heav'n-ward make?
A. Through Christ, the confecrated way,
Defign'd for thee to take.

2. Ah! where's my title, right, or claim To that eternal blifs?

A. In Chrift alone, that glorious name,
The Lord our righteoufnefs.

2. But who unfit can enter there,
Or with fuch nafty feet?

A. Chrift by his blood prefents thee fair,
His Spirit makes thee meet.

2. But mayn't my fpirit, weak as grafs,
Fail ere it reach the length?
A. Jefus, the Lord thy righteousness,
Will be the Lord thy ftrength.

Mayn't hellish hofts and wicked foes
Sore by the way moleft?

A. Chrift is a friend to bridle thofe,
And give the weary reft.

2. Mayn't guilty confcience loudly brand, And all my comfort chase?

A. Chrift, with a pardon in his hand,
Can fhew his fmiling face.

2. But how can divine mercy vent,

Where fins are great and throng?
A. Chrift is the channel with defcent
That mercy runs along.

2. But may not juftice interpofe,
And ftand in mercy's way?
A. Jefus did all the debt thou owes
To divine juftice pay.

2. Where fhall mine eyes the pardon spy, Unto my faving good?

4. In Chrift's free promise fee it lie, In his atoning blood.

2. What ground have I to truft and fay, The promife is not vain?

A. In Chrift the promifes are Yea,

In him they are Amen.

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2. But where is Chrift himself, O where, With promises so fweet?

A. Chrift's in the promises, and there
Thy faith and he may meet.

2. Is Chrift in them, and they in Chrift? How fhall I thus defcry?

A. His blood and Spirit therein lift
To feal and to apply.

2. 'Gainft legal fiery threats of wrath,
Pray, what defence is beft?

A. Chrift's full obedience eye'd by faith: There fhould the guilty reft.

2. But how fhall faith be had? Alas!
I find I can't believe.

A. Chrift is the author of that grace;
And faith is his to give.

2. Ah! when may faithlefs I expect
He'll fuch a blifs 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. Chrift is exalted as a prince
All needful grace to give.

2. How can fo vile a lump of duft
Heart-holiness expect?

4. Chrift by his holy Spirit muft This gradual change effect.

2. How fhall I do the works aright I'm daily bound unto!

4. Chrift in thee, by his Spirit's might Works both to will and do.

2 How fhall my maladies be heal'd, So fore molefting me?

4. Chrift is the great Phyfician feal'd, The Lord that bealeth thee,

2. By prayer I ought to feek his face; This courfe how fhall I drive?

4. 'Tis Chrift alone that has the grace And Sp'rit of pray'r to give.

2. Salvation-work is great and high; Alas! what fhall I do?

4. Chrift as the Alpha thereof eye, And the Omega too.

2. What pillar then is moft fecure To build my hope upon?

4. Chrift only the foundation fure, The living corner-ftone,

2. When I'm with black pollution stain’d, How fhall I cleanfed be?

4. Chrift is a fountain for that end Set open wide for thee.

Q. What fhall I do, when plagues abound, With forrows, griefs, and fears?

4. Chrift has a balfam for thy wounds, A bottle for thy tears.

But is there any help for one

That utterly is loft!

A. Chrift faves from fin, and he alone,
Even to the uttermoft.

But where fhall I be fafe at laft
From hell and endlefs death?

4. Chrift is a refuge from the blaft
Of everlasting wrath.

2. But mayn't ev'n nat'ral death to me Become a dreadful thing?

4. Chrift by his death, in love to thee, Did ev'ry death ynsting.

2. Why, Sir, is Chrift the whole you say? No answer elfe I find.

4. Because, were Chrift, our all, away,

There's nothing left behind.

Q. How can he answer ev'ry case,

And help in every thrall?

4. Because he is the Lord of grace,
JEHOVAH, all in all.

Q. How is he present to fupply,
And to relieve us thus?

4. Because his glorious name is high,
IMMANUEL God with us.

Has he alone all pow'r to fave;
Is nothing left to man?

A. Yea, without Chrift we nothing have,
Without him nothing can.

Mayn't fome from hence take latitude
And room their lufts to please?

If Chrift do all, then very good,

Let us take carnal eafe.

4. Chrift will in flaming vengeance come,
With fury in his face,

To damn his foes that dare prefume,
And thus abufe his grace.

SECT. IV.

FAITH and WORKS both excluded from the Matter of Fuftification before God, that Redemption may appear to be only in CHRIST.

WHO dare an holy God addrefs,

With an unholy righteousness?
Who can endure his awful probe,
Without perfection for their robe?
None could his great tribunal face,
Were faith itfelf their fairest dress:
Faith takes the robe, but never brags,
Itfelf has got but filthy rags.

Faith claims no fhare, and works far lefs,
In juftice-pleafing righteoufnefs;
The fervant were to me abhorr'd,
Would claim the glory of his Lord.
Blafphemous unbelief may claim
The praifes of the worthy Lamb:
By faith difclaiming all its beft,
Not on itself, but Chrift, will reft.
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I'm fav'd and juftify'd by faith,
Which yet no faving value hath;

Nor e'er pretends to fave from thrall,
But in its object has its all.

'Tis Chrift alone faves guilty me,
And makes my right to life fo free,
That in himself it ftands 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 forfake,
Nor Jefus for my Saviour take;
Yea' thus would dreadfully prefume,
And work mine own eternal doom.
Prefumption cannot rife more high,
I'd make the truth of God a lye,
The God of truth a liar too;
What more mifchief could Satan do?
Why I'd difcredit God's record
Concerning Jefus Chrift, the Lord,
His glorious and eternal Son,
Whofe blood has life eternal won.
In him, fays God, this life I give,
In him fhall theref re men believe,
My gift embracing in their arms;
None fhall be fav'd on other terms.
Vain man muft ftoop and freely take,
Or elle embrace a burning lake:
Proud nature muft fubmit to grace,
And to the divine righteoufnefs.
In vain on works our hope is built,
Our actions nothing are but guilt:
The beft 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?

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