3 Upward I dare not cast my eyes, Nor downward whence the smoke doth rise, 4 How shall I answer at the bar 5 My heart the seat of folly is, Surely I am more brutal far, 6 I am not worthy of the earth, 1 Nor worthy of the wat❜ry drop, CXCVII. S. M. New Selec. LORD, how vile am I, How can I dare to venture nigh With such a load of sin? 2 Is this polluted heart A dwelling fit for thee? Swarming, alas! in ev'ry part, 3 If I attempt to pray, And raise my soul on high, 4 If in thy word I look, Such darkness fills my mind, 5 Thy gospel oft I hear, But hear it still in vain ; Without desire, or love, or fear, Harden'd I still remain. 6 And must I then indeed Sink in despair and die? Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed 7 That blood which thou hast spilt, 8 Low at thy feet I bow, O pity and forgive! 1 Here will I lie and wait till thou CXCVIII. C. M. New Selec. Jas such 1 look to thee; ESUS, thou art the sinner's friend, Now in the bowels of thy love, O Lord remember me. 2 Remember thy pare word of grace, 3 Thou wondrous advocate with God, While thou art sitting on thy throne, 4 I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile, Howe'er afflicted here on earth, 6 And when I close my eyes in death, 1 Then, O my dear Redeemer, God, CXCIX. L. M. New Selec. Looking unto Jesus. Heb. xii. 2. EHOLD a sinner, gracious Lord, B Whose soul encouraged by thy word, At mercy's footstool would remain, And there would look and look again. 2 How oft deceiv'd by self and pride, Has my vile heart been turn'd aside; And Jonah like has fled from thee Till thou hast look'd again on me. 3 Ah! bring a wretched wanderer home, And to thy footstool let me come And tell thee all my grief and pain, And wait and look, and look again 4 Take courage then, my trembling soul. B CC. S. M. Newton. The pool of Bethesda. John v. 2-9. Appointed for the poor, From time to time my helpless soul 2 How often have I seen The healing waters move; 3 But my complaints remain, 5 But whither can I go? There is no other pool Where streams of sovereign virtue flow 6 Here then, from day to day, I'll wait, and hope, and try: Can Jesus hear a sinner pray, Yet suffer him to die? 7 No: he is full of grace; A soul, that fain would see his face, ICCI. C. M. Newton. The effort. APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat Where Jesus answers pray'r; There humbly fall before his feet, 2 Thy promise is my only plea, Thou callest burden'd souls to thee, 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin, By war without, and fears within, 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place!. 66 'Tis Jesus speaks-I must, I will, I can, I do believe. CCII. S. M. Songs in the night. The law is spiritual. 1 THE law of God is just, A strict and holy way; Rom. vii. 14. And he that would escape the curse 2 Not one vain thought must rise, 3 If in one point he fail In thought, or word, or deed, Behold, O God!-I'm vile : I'm carnal and unclean. 7 And does the curse still rest 8 He hath fulfill'd the law, 1 A THE BELIEVER. DEVOTING HIMSELF TO GOD. CCIII. S. M. Doddridge. Devoting himself to God. ND will the eternal King Rom. xii. 1. That offering, Lord, with joy we bring, 2 We own thy various claim, And to thine altar move: 3 Descend, celestial fire, 1 The sacrifice inflame; WALKING WITH GOD. CCIV. L. M. Newton. B With heav'n, my journey's end, in view, Supported by his staff and rod, My road is safe and pleasant too. 2 I travel through a desert wide, Where many round me blindly stray; But he vouchsafes to be my guide, And keeps me in the narrow way. 3 Though snares and dangers throng my patie And earth and hell my course withstand; I triumph over all by faith, Guarded by his Almighty hand. 4 The wilderness affords no food, But God for my support prepares; Provides me ev'ry needful good, And frees my soul from wants and cares. 5 With him sweet converse I maintain, Great as he is, I dare be free; I tell him all my grief and paju, |