His love will plead for my relief,

He hears my groans, he fees my grief; -
Nor will he fuffer thee to boast,

A foul that fought his help was loft.
3 'Tis true, I have unfaithful been,
And griev'd his Spirit by my fing
Yet ftill his mercy he'll reveal,
And all my wounds and follies heal:
Abounding fin, I must confefs,
But more abounding is his grace;
He once vouchfaf'd for me to bleed,
And now he lives my caufe to plead.
4 I'll caft myself before his feet,
I fee him on his mercy-feat,

(Tis fprinkled with atoning blood);
There finners find accefs to God:
Ye burden'd fouls, approach with me,
And make the Saviour's name your plea
Jefus will pardon all who come.
And ftrike our fierce accufer dumb.

XXXIII. The benighted Traveller.

FOREST beafts, that live by prey, Seldom fhew themfelves by day But when day-light is withdrawn t Then they rove and roar till dawn. 2 Who can tell the trav'ller's fears, When their horrid yells he hears ? Terror almoft ftops his breath, While each fep he looks for death. 3 Thus when Jefus is in view, Cheerful I my way purfue; Walking by my Saviour's light, Nothing can my foul affright.

4 But when he forbears to shine,
Soon the trav'ller's cafe is mine;
Loft, benighted, ftruck with dread,
What a painful path I tread!.

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Then

my foul with terror hears
Worfe than lions, wolves, or bears,
Roaring loud in ev'ry part,
Thro' the foreft of my heart."

6 Wrath, impatience, envy, pride,
Satan and his hoft befide,
Prefs around me to devour;
How can I efcape their pow'r?
7 Gracious Lord, afford me light,
Put these beafts of prey to flight;
Let thy pow'r and love be fhewn*;
Save me, f
for I am thiné own.

XXXIV. The Prifoner.

WHEN the poor pris'ner thro' a grate

Sees others walk at large,

How does he mourn his lonely ftate,
And long for a discharge!

2 Thus I, confin'd in unbelief,

My lofs of freedom mourn;

And spend my hours in fruitless grief,
Until my Lord return.

3 The beam of day, which pierces thro
The gloom in which I dwell,

Only difclofes to my view

The horrors of my cell.

4 Ah! how my penfive fpirit faints,
To think of former days!

When I could triumph with the faints,
And join their fongs of praise!

* Pfalm cxix. 94.

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But now my joys are all cut off, còn soal 15 In prion I am caft;

And Satan, with a cruel scoff*,

Says, "Where's your God at laft ?”

6 Dear Saviour, for thy mercy's fake, My strong, my only plea,

Thefe gates and bars in pieces break †,
And fet the pris'ner free!

7 Surely my foul shall fing to thee,
For liberty restor❜d;

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And all thy faints admire to fee
The mercies of the Lord.

XXXV. Perplexity relieved.

UNcertain how the way to find

Which to falvation led,

I lift'ned long, with anxious mind,
To hear what others faid.

2 When some of joys and comforts told,
I fear'd that I was wrong;
For I was ftupid, dead, and cold,
Had neither joy nor fong.

3 The Lord my lab'ring heart reliev❜d,
And made my burden light;
Then for a moment I believ'd,
Suppofing all was right.

4 Of fierce temptations others talk'd,
Of anguish and difmay,

Thro' what diftreffes they had walk'd,
Before they found the way.

Ah! then I thought my hopes were vain,

For I had liv'd at eafe;

I wish'd for all my fears again,

To make me more like thefe.

• Pfalm cxv. 2.

↑ Pfalm cxlii. 7.

6 I had my wifh; the Lord difclos'don
The evils of my heart,

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I cry'd in deep defpair;

How could dream of drawing hope,
From what I cannot bear !{

8 Again my Saviour brought me aid,
And when he fet me free,

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"Truft fimply on my word, he said, And leave the rest to me."

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XXXVI. Prayer answered by Croffess

afk'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. 2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, And he, I trust, has anfwer'd pray'r; But it has been in fuch a way,

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As almost drove me to defpair.
3. I hop'd that in fome favour'd hour,
At once he'd anfwer my request;
And by his love's conftraining pow'r
Subdue by fins, and give me reft.

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4. Instead of this, he made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry pow'rs of hell, c.
Affault my foul in ev'ry part.

Yea more, with his own hand he feem'd
Intent to aggravate my woe;.

Crofs'd all the fair defigns I fchem'd;

Blafted my gourds, and laid me low..

6 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.
7 Thefe inward trials I employ.

From felf and pride to fet thee free;
And break thy fchemes of earthly joy,
That thou may'ft feek thy all in me."

XXXVII. I will truft, and not be afraid.
BEgone, Unbelief,

My Saviour is near,

And for my relief
Will furely appear:
By pray'r let me wrestle,
And he will perform;
With Chrift in the veffel,
1 fmile at the ftorm.

2. Tho' dark be my way,
Since he is my guide,
"Tis mine to obey,
Tis his to provide;
"Tho' cifterns be broken,
And creatures all fail,
The word he has spoken
Shall furely prevail.

3 His love in time paft

Forbids me to think.
He'll leave me at last
In trouble to fink;
Each fweet Ebenezer 14
I have in review,

Confirms his good pleasure
To help me quite through..

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