6. Yon purple stream will wash thy guilt,
And clear thy dim dispairing eye;
For wretched, hopeless man, 'tis spilt
1. What have I done? heart searching God!
What secret crime is mine?
That I must see the vengeful rod,
Rais'd by an arm divine.
2. What cherish'd sin, lies unconfest,
Offensive to thy view?
O! may my bosom know no rest,
Ere I, that sin, subdue.
3. But, if in love the stroke descend,
I bow at its command;
Assur'd, that thou art still my friend,
And bless thy chast'ning hand.
1. O Lord to thee I lift my soul,
To thee direct my eyes;
While Fate in every vapour rolls,
And sick'ning nature sighs.
2. E'en air, the vehicle of life,
The soft recess of breath,
Is made the harbinger of Fate,
And poison'd dart of Death.
3. No gentle strains relieve my ear,
But hark! the passing toll,
In a long sadly-solemn knell,
Alarms anew my soul.
4. No lovely prospect meets my eye,
But melancholy fear, Attended with the hollow pomp Of mis'ry and despair.
5. My sins, wide staring in my face,
In ghastly guise alarm
The pleasing sins of wanton youth,
In many a fatal charm.
6. I sink beneath their black approach, My God, thy mercy lend;
Let Hope her healing balm diffuse :
O snatch me from the fiend.
7. I feel, I feel thy saving health,
New raptures fill my heart;
A shining train of bliss succeeds,
The gloomy scenes depart.
8. Tho' swift disease the mortal frame To dissolution bring,
Yet dreary death in vain affrights,
And points in vain his sting.
9. If gracious heav'n, at that sad hour Its guardian arm extend;
If angels watch my parting soul,
And save me at my end.
10. O Lord, or let me live or die,
Thy holy will be done;
But let me live alone to thee,
And die in thee alone.
1. Had I a firm and lasting Faith,
To credit what th' Almighty saith,
I could defy the midnight gloom,
And the pale monarch of the tomb.
2. Tho' tempests drive me from the shore,
And floods descend and billows roar ;
Tho' Death appears in every form,
My little bark should brave the storm.
3. Then if my God requir'd the life
Of Parent, Brother, Child, or Wife,
Lord, I should bless the stern decree,
And give my dearest friend to thee.
4. Amidst the various scenes of ills,
Each stroke some kind design fulfils;
And shall I murmur at my God,
When Sovereign love directs the rod ?
5. Peace, rebel thoughts; I'll not complain,
My Father's smiles suspend my pain;
Smiles, that a thousand joys impart,
And pour the balm that heals the smart.
6. Tho' Heaven afflicts, I'll not repine,
Each heart-felt comfort still is mine;
Comfort that shall o'er death prevail,
And journey with me thro' the vale.
7. O SAVIOUR, smooth that rugged way,
And lead me to the realms of day,
To milder skies, and brighter plains,
Where everlasting sunshine reigns,
1. Fast bound with the fetters of woe,
By cords of affliction detain’d:
The gracious intention I know,
The secret of heav'n explain'd;
My Father in mercy reproves,
Instructs me by sorrow and smart,
The veil of correction removes,
And shews me the ground of
2. Now, Lord, I arrested attend :
My countless offences make known,
My follies and sins without end,
Whate'er I of evil have done :
To thee that I fully may turn,
The sin of my nature display,
And give me a spirit to mourn,
And give me an heart to obey.
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