3 Shame and wonder, joy and love,
All at once poffefs'd my heart;
Can I hope thy grace to prove,
After acting fuch a part?

"Thou haft greatly finn'd, he faid,
But I freely all forgive;

I myself thy debt have paid,
Now I bid thee rife and live."
4 Come, my fellow-finners, try,
JESUS' heart is full of love;
Oh that you, as well as I,
May his wond'rous mercy prove!
He has fent me to declare,
All is ready, all is free;

Why should any foul despair,

When he fav'd a wretch like me?

LV. Freedom from care.

I WHILE I liv'd without the LORD, (If I might be faid to live)

Nothing could relief afford,

Nothing fatisfaction give.

2 Empty hopes and groundless fear, Mov'd by turns my anxious mind; Like a feather in the air,

Made the fport of ev'ry wind.

3

Now, I fee, whate'er betide,

All is well if CHRIST be mine;

He has promis'd to provide,
I have only to resign.

LVII. C. For the Poor.

WHEN

HEN Hagar found the bottle spent (3),
And wept o'er Ishmael;

A meffage from the LORD was fent

To guide her to a well.

2 Should not Elijah's cake and cruise (†), Convince us at this day,

3

A gracious GOD will not refuse,
Provifions by the way?

His faints and fervants shall be fed,
The promise is fecure;

"Bread shall be giv'n them, as he said,
Their water fhall be fure (u)."

4 Repafts far richer they fhall prove,
Than all earth's dainties are;

'Tis sweet to taste a Saviour's love,
Tho' in the meanest fare.

5 TO JESUS then your trouble bring,
Nor murmur at your lot;

I

While you are poor, and he is King,
You fhall not be forgot.

AS

LVIII. Home in view.

S when the weary travell❜r gains The height of fome o'er-looking hill; His heart revives, if crofs the plains He eyes his home, tho' diftant still. 2 While he furveys the much-lov'd spot, He flights the fpace that lies between;

His

(s) Genefis xxi. 19. (†) 1 Kings xvii, 14, («) Ifa, xxxiii, 16?

5.

His paft fatigues are now forgot,
Because his journey's end is feen.
3 Thus, when the chriftian pilgrim views
By faith, his manfion in the fkies,
The fight his fainting ftrength renews,
And wings his fpeed to reach the skies:
4 The thought of home his fpirit cheers,
No more he grieves for troubles paft;
Nor any future trial fears (x),

So he may safe arrive at laft.

5 'Tis there, he fays, I am to dwell
With JESUS, in the realms of day;
Then I fhall bid my cares farewel,
And he will wipe my tears away.
7 JESUS, on thee our hope depends,
To lead us on to thine abode :
Affur'd our home will make amends
For all our toil while on the road.

SIMILAR HY M N S.

Book I. Hymn 4, 7, 9, 11, 25, 35, 36, 39, 41, 46, 47, 48, 70, 95, 128, 132.

Book II. Hymn 45, 46, 47.

V.DEDICATION and SURRENDER.

LIX. Old things are passed away,

LET worldly minds the world pursue,

It has no charms for me;

Once I admir'd its trifles too,
But grace has fet me free.

2 Its pleasures now no longer please,
No more content afford;

Far from my heart be joys like thefe,
Now I have feen the LORD.
3 As by the light of op'ning day
The ftars are all conceal'd;
So earthly pleasures fade away,
When JESUS is reveal'd.

4 Creatures no more divide my choice,
I bid them all depart ;

His name, and love, and gracious voice,
Have fix'd my roving heart.

5 Now, LORD, I would be thine alone,
And wholly live to thee;

But may I hope that thou wilt own
A worthlefs worm, like me?

6 Yes! tho' of finners I'm the worst,
I cannot doubt thy will;
For if thou had it not lov'd me first
I had refus'd thee still (y).

I

LX. The power of grace.

HAPPY the birth where grace prefides

form the future life!

In wifdom's paths the foul fhe guides,
Remote from noise and ftrife.

2 Since I have known the Saviour's name
And what for me he bore;

(y) Jeremiah xxxi. 3.

No

No more I toil for empty fame,

I thirst for gold no more.

3 Plac'd by his hand in this retreat,
I make his love my theme;

And fee that all the world calls great,
Is but a waking dream.

4 Since he has rank'd my worthless name
Amongst his favor'd few:

Let the mad world who fcoff at them
Revile and hate me too.

5 O thou whofe voice the dead can raise,
And foften hearts of ftone,
And teach the dumb to fing thy praise,
This work is all thine own!
6 Thy wond'ring faints rejoice to fee
A wretch, like me, reftor'd;

And point, and fay, "How chang'd is he,
Who once defy'd the LORD!"

7. Grace bid me live, and taught my tongue To aim at notes divine;

I

And grace accepts my feeble fong,
The glory, LORD, be thine!

LXI. C. My foul thirfteth for GOD.

I

Thirft, but not as once I did,

The vain delights of earth to share;
Thy wounds, EMMANUEL, all forbid,
That I thould feek my pleafures there.

2 It was the fight of thy dear crofs,

Firft wean'd my foul from earthly things; Q 2

And