2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain, Insensible as steel; 1 If aught is felt, 'tis only pain To find I cannot feel. 3 I sometimes think myself inclin'd 4 My best desires are faint and few, 5 Thy saints are comforted I know, 6 O make this heart rejoice or ache; CXCII. L. M. FAWCETT. The Sinner awakened-What must I do to be Saved? Acts ix. 6. WITH WITH melting heart and weeping eyes, What shall I do, or whither flee, T' escape that vengeance due to me? 2 Till now I saw no danger nigh; I liv'd at ease, nor fear'd to die; Wrapt up in self-deceit and pride, "I shall have peace at last," I cry'd. 3 But when, Great God, thy light divine Had shone on this dark soul of mine, N Then I beheld, with trembling awe, 4 How dreadful now my guilt appears, 6 Does not thy sacred word proclaim CXCII. 3. M. NEWTON. Complaining The good that I would, I do not." Rom. vii. 19. WOULD, but cannot sing, I 2 I would, but can't repent, Though I endeavour oft; 3 I would, but cannot love, Though woo'd by love divine; 4 I would, but cannot rest I know what he appoints is best, 1 30 could I but believe! I would, but cannot-Lord relieve; Though I can nothing do; "Till thine appointed hour, I was as destitute of will, As now I am of power. 8 Wilt thou not crown at length, CXCIV. C. M. E. JONES*. The successful Resolve-I will go in unto the King, &c. Esther iv. 16. 1 COME, mourning sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts resolve, Come, with your fear and guilt opprest, 2 "Fll go to Jesus, though my sin 3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, "And there my guilt confess, • Mr. Jones, was a truly worthy pastor of the Baptist Church at Exon, Devon: he departed this life on April 15, 1765, aged 43. His successor was Mr. Thomas Lewis, who died Dec. 4, 1744, aged 44 years This page is sacred to his memory. "I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone 4 "I'll to the gracious King approach, 6 "I can but perish if I go, "I am resolv'd to try: CXCV. S. M. RIPPON. A broken heart, and a bleeding Saviour. IUNTO thine altar, Lord, A broken heart I bring; And wilt thou graciously accept 2 To Christ the bleeding Lamb, Thou may'st reject that worthless thing, 3 When he gave up the ghost, And now to its most rigorous claim I answer, "Jesus died." CXCVI. C. M. NEW SELEC. Self-Abhorrence. So foolish, so absurd am I, That nothing can be more; Was ever such a monster seen 2 I dare not look upon the earth, My conscience is a doom's-day book, 3 Upward I dare not cast my eyes, Nor downward whence the smoke doth rise, From the infernal pit. 4 How shall I answer at the bar I cannot answer for nyself, 5 My heart the seat of folly is, 6 I am not worthy of the earth, CXCVII. S. M. NEW SELEC. Complaint of Sin. 1 Lord, how vile am I, Unholy and unclean! How can I dare to venture nigh 2 Is this polluted heart A dwelling fit for thee? |