2 My Crimes are great, but not furpafs
The Pow'r and Glory of thy Grace:
Great GOD, thy Nature hath no Bound,
So let thy pard'ning Love be found.
3 O wash my Soul from ev'ry Sin,
And make my guilty Confcience clean;
Here on my Heart the Burden lies,
And paft Offences pain mine Eyes.
4 My Lips with Shame my Sins confefs
Against thy Law, against thy Grace ;
LORD, fhould thy Judgment grow severe,
I am condemn'd, but Thou art clear.
5 Should fudden Vengeance feize my Breath, I must pronounce Thee juft in Death: And if my Soul were fent to Hell,
Thy righteous Law approves it well.
6 Yet fave a trembling Sinner, LORD,
Whose Hope, still hov'ring round thy Word,
Would light on fome fweet Promise there,
Some fure Support against Despair.
7 LORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin;
And born unholy and unclean:
Sprung from the Man whofe guilty Fall
Corrupts the Race, and taints us Áll.
8 [Soon as we draw our Infant-Breath,
The Seeds of Sin grow up for Death:
Thy Law demands a perfect Heart;
But we're defil'd in ev'ry Part.]
Behold I fall before thy Face;
My only Refuge is thy Grace:""
No outward Forms can make me clean;
The Leprofy lies deep within.
10 No bleeding Bird, nor bleeding Beast, Nor Hyffop-Branch, nor sprinkling Prieft, Nor running Brook, nor Flood, nor Sea, Can wash the difinal Stain away.
11 JESUS, my GoD, thy Blood alone Hath Pow'r fufficient to atone :
Thy Blood can make me white as Snow;
No Jewish Types could cleanse me fo.
While Guilt disturbs and breaks my Peace,
Nor Flefh nor Soul hath Reft or Eafe;
LORD, let me hear thy pard'ning Voice,
And make my broken Bones rejoice..
13.O THOU that hear'ft when Sinners cry,
Though all my Crimes before Thee lie,
Behold them not with angry Look,
But blot their Mem'ry from thy Book.
14 Create my Nature pure within,
And form my Soul averse to Sin:
Let thy good SPIRIT ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy Presence from my Heart.
15 I cannot live without thy Light,
Caft out and banish'd from thy Sight:
Thy holy Joys, my GOD, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
Though I have griev'd thy SPIRIT, LORD,
His Help and Comfort ftill afford:
And let a Wretch come near thy Throne,
To plead the Merits of thy Son.
17 Then will I teach the World thy Ways;
Sinners fhall learn thy fov'reign Grace;
I'll lead them to my SAVIOUR'S Blood,
And they fhall praife a pard'ning Gop..
18 O may thy Love infpire my Tongue!
Salvation fhall be all my Song;
And all my Pow'rs shall join to bless
The LORD my Strength and Righteoufnefs.
LMIGHTY Father, good and kind
To praying Souls of humble Mind,
Ever attentive to the Sighs
That from repenting Bofoms rife,
Wash Thou my Stains.
2 'Tis thine, great Gon! 'tis thine alone, To know and judge what I have done; 3, So fhall thine awful Sentence be
From all Exception ever free
3 O may thy facred Hyffop prove
The Pledge of reconciling Love!
Kind Father! Thou delight'ft to fave,
Then o'er my Soul let Mercy wave
4 So fhall my Stains of deepeft ye
Remove from thy feverer Eye.
Thy Love revive my fainting Heart,
Thy Grace a heav'nly Life impart
Through all my Frame.
PART II.
5 CREATE, O GOD! my Pow'rs anew,
Make my whole Heart fincere and true;
O caft me not in Wrath away,
Nor let thy Soul-enliv'ning Ray
6 Reftore thy Favour,-Blifs divine!
Those heav'nly Joys that once were mine;
Let thy own SPIRIT, kind and free,
Uphold and guide my Steps to Thee,
The Wand'rer's Home.
Then will I teach thy facred Ways,
With holy Zeal proclaim thy Praise;
Till Sinners leave the dang'rous Road,
Forfake their Sins, and turn to GOD
With Hearts fincere.
8 O cleanfe my Guilt, and heal my Pain,
Remove the Blood-polluted Stain;
Then fhall my Heart adoring trace,
My SAVIOUR GOD, the boundless Grace
That flows from Thee.
Unclose these Lips to speak thy Name,
So long feal'd up with Guilt and Shame,
Thy glorious Acts fhall then adorn
My Song and Ages yet unborn
10 Were facred Victims thy Demand,
I'd pour their Blood with joyful Hand;
-No bleeding Goat thine Altar claims,
No Sacrifice in hallow'd Flames.
II GOD's Sacrifice, are Souls that mourn,
With inward, deep Contrition torn :
The broken Heart, repentant Sighs,
O GOD, Thou never wilt despise
12 SAVIOUR of Men! Since Grace is thine, On Sion's Hill let Mercy fhine;
Glad Off'rings then prepar'd fhall be,
And each Oblation rife to Thee
HY, Tyrant, boafts thy Heart the To work a Brother's Woe? [Pow'r While GOD his Mercy bids each Hour In Streams unmeafur'd flow.
2 With Joy thy Tongue, to Falfehood prone, Its Venom deals around;
Nor Razor, fharpen'd on the Stone,
Inflicts so deep a Wound.
3 But foon the Juft, with Awe poffefs'd,
Shall view thy blasted Pride;
And, from their fierceft Foe releas'd,
Thy impious Boafts deride,
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