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* No ;-lel the world cast out my name,
And vile account me, if they will;
I purpose to be viler still ;
Content if I may call thee mine.
When thou my worthless soul wilt own;
And know as I myself am known!
64. 7. 6.
From all the world I wander'd,
To pray and seek the Lord ;
The Church and world between,
Afraid to live in sin.
This truth I own with shame,
Transfixt my heart again;
And in it read my doom-
Was curtain'd into gloom.
Were soften'd into grief,
And thus obtain'd relief,
Though sinking to despair,
4 At length when far retir'd,
Twelve months had roll'd away. 'Twas in the vernal season,
The flowery month of May,–
And hope, that cheering ray,
As Christ was seen the way. 5 My faith was fixt upon him,
My heart approv'd the way,
I scarce knew what to say ;
To save a wretch like me,
I give myself to thee.
I melted into grief,
Attended with relief;
The fear of hell was slain,
And so I still remain.
Array'd in living green,
Her feasts and me between,
With holy saints to join,
My prayers all mixt with sin. 8 Thou ever-blessed Saviour,
I hang upon thy name,
Be pleas’d to make it plain;
My load of guilt revive,
9 At length I follow'd Jesus,
Was laid beneath the stream,
Rejoicing in his name;
To meet upon the road,
And leave the rest to God.
66. C. M. Newton. Wounding and healing from the Cross.
N evil long I look deiight,
And stopt my wild career.
In agonies and blood,
As near his cross I stood.
Can I forget that look;
Though not a word he spoke.
And pling'd me in despair;
And lielp'd to nail him there.
I freely all forgive;
I die that thou mayest live.
In all its blackest hue,
It seals my pardon too.
My spirit now is filled,
And the future solemn dread; 'Till a ray was shed from glory,
Beaming hope upon my head : Blessed hope, and blessed Author,
Jesus, thou art all to me; None besides could me deliver,
None shall have my heart but thee. 2 Void of strength, and claims to favour,
Potent enemies to meet,
Hide beneath thy sacred feet:
To approach the King of kings, Justify and make me holy,
And protect me with thy wings. 3 If it please thee to inspire
Faith in thee, my constant Friend, I can trust thee in the fire,
Hang upon thee to the end ;
If withdraw, I sink to hell:
Thou hast said,--and, all is well. 4 On that blood that shook creation,
Cloth'd the world in robes of night, Heav'd the earth to its foundation,
Made the sun roll back his light;
Silenc'd all the heavenly host,
On that blood alone I trust.
68. 8's. Newton.
Surrounded with terror, and shame,
Unable to utter a word :-
What anguish then pierc'd through my heart! Expecting each moment to hear
The sentence-thou cursed, depart! 2 But O, what surprise when he spoke!
While tenderness beam'd in his face, My heart all to pieces was broke,
Overwhelm'd, and confounded by grace. • Poor sinner, I know thee full well,
* By thee I was sold, and was slain,• I died to redeem thee from hell,
• And raise thee in glory to reign:'3 · I'm Jesus, whom thou hast blasphem'd,
And crucified often afresh; . But let m, henceforth, be esteem'd
Thy broiher, thy bone, and thy flesh, . My pardon I freely bestow;
•Thy wants I will fully supply; • I'll guide thee, and guard thee below,
And then will receive thee on high :' 4 Go, publish to sinners around,-
That they may be willing to come,• The mercy that thou hast obtain'd,
* And tell them that yet there is room.' O, sinners, the message obey!
No more vain excuses pretend. O, come, without further delay,
To Jesus, our brother, and friend
69. 11's. Altered.