Mine eye, with tear for tear o'erflow ;
My heart his sigh return!

2. I hear the thirsty cry;

The famish'd beg for bread:

O! let my spring its streams supply,
My heart its bounty shed.

3. And shall not wrath relent

Touch'd by that humble strain,
My brother crying, "I repent,
Nor will offend again?

4. How else, on ardent wing,

Can hope bear high my prayer,

Up to thy throne, my God, my king,
To plead for mercy there?

CCXXXII.

WAITING AT WISDOM'S GATES.

(Newton.) See Prov. viii. 24.

Air, as the Hymn, “O Thou the wretched's sure retreat.” Magdalen Asylum Collection.

1. ENSNARED too long my heart hath been In folly's hurtful ways

O, may I now at length begin

To hear what wisdom says

2. Approach, my soul, to Wisdom's gates, While it is call'd to-day:

No one who watches there, and waits,
Shall e'er be turn'd away.

3. Lord! I have hated Thee too long
And dared Thee to thy face:

Have done my soul exceeding wrong
In slighting all Thy grace.

4. Now I would break my yoke with death And live to Thee alone:

O, let thy Spirit's seal of faith

Secure me for Thine own!

5. Let all thy saints assembled here, Yea, let all Heaven rejoice,

1

That I begin with this new year
To make Thee, LORD, my choice.

CCXXXIII.

THE SIN OF THE SOUL.
(Newton.) Music, as 74th Ps. Mel. Sac.
See Matt. ix. 12.

PHYSICIAN of the sin-sick soul,
To Thee I bring my case:
My raging malady controul,
And heal me by Thy grace.

I would

I would disclose my whole complaint

But where shall I begin?

No words of mine can fully paint,
That worst distemper, Sin.

2. It lies not in a single part,

But through my frame is spread;
A burning fever in my heart,
A palsy in my head.

It overclouds, and fills my mind
With folly, fear, and shame:

It makes me dumb, and deaf, and blind,
And impotent and lame.

3. A thousand evil thoughts obtrude

Tumultuous in my breast;

Which indispose to every good
And rob me of my rest.

Lord, I am sick :-regard my cry

And set my spirit free:

Say, wilt Thou let a sinner die
Who longs to live to Thee?

CCXXXIV.

THE DIVINE PROTECTION.

(By Addison.)Air, as 20th Ps. Mel. Sac.

1. HOW are thy servants bless'd, O Lord! How sure is their defence!

Eternal wisdom is their guide;
Their help, Omnipotence.

In foreign realms and lands remote,
Supported by Thy care,

Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt;
And breathed in tainted air.

2. In midst of dangers, fears, and death,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And praise Thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

My life, if Thou preserv'st my life,
Thy sacrifice shall be:

And death, if death must be my doom,
Shall join my soul to Thee!

CCXXXV.

SECOND PART.

3. THINK, O my Soul! devoutly think
How, with affrighted eyes,
Thou sawest the wide extended deep
In all its horrors rise.

Confusion dwelt on every face,

And fear on every heart;

When waves on waves, and gulfs on gulfs

O'ercame the pilot's art.

Yet

4. Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord !

Thy mercy set me free ;

Whilst, in the confidence of prayer
My soul took hold on Thee:

For though in dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken wave,

I knew Thou wert not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

5. The storm was laid, the winds retired
Obedient to Thy will: -

The sea, that roar'd at Thy command,
At Thy command was still.
[In midst of dangers,] &c, as before.

CCXXXVI.

THE EFFORT.

(By Newton.)

1. HOPE still, my Soul! there is a mercy-seat Sprinkled with blood, where JESUS an

swers prayer:

There humbly cast thyself before His feet, For never needy sinner perish'd there. 2. LORD! I am come: Thy promise is my plea:

Without Thy word I durst not venture near:
But Thou hast call'd the burthen'd soul to
Thee;-

Aweary burthen'd soul, O Lord, is here!