16 In this distress, to thee for aid Thy wounds my helpless cause shall plead, 17 There, blessed Saviour, take me in, Till thou hast purg'd my soul from sin, 18 Thou didst not for the righteous fall, Oh no, it was for me, and all, 19 To the bright beams of faith in thee My wretched state with pity see; 20 Wash me, O wash me in that tide, The bolt of justice turn aside, And shield me from its blow. 21 My guilt arrests my timid prayer Be thou my intercessor there, 22 Then wrath and justice, thus appeas'd, My soul may live, and God be prais'd, 23 Methinks to mitigate the laws, I see damnation in my cause, 24 I hear thee plead my faith, my prayers, 25 But this imperfect plea to aid, Thy wounds I see thee shew; Those wounds that for my ransom paid 26 This justice of its wrath disarms; This, conscience, clears thy charge. 27 O with what ecstasy, what bliss, My God, thy glorious name. 28 Since heaven, my soul, vouchsafes to make Thy happiness it's own; Since hallelujahs, for thy sake, Salute th' eternal throne; 29 Re-echo to the world below What thou hast felt, let sinners know, 30 To transport, O my God, like mine, 31 Above all heights thy mercies soar, They stretch where time and place no more 32 O for the trumpet which shall shake And all mankind, at once awake 33 Thro' this to such as sleep in sin, 34 And as the highest pitch of praise, 35 Although the sins that press'd my head, And my repentance late; 36 Yet even to me, when hopes were past, God's Holy Spirit lent Grace to return, and at the last 37 Altho' my Saviour's laws I broke, And on his precepts trod, His blood redeem'd me from the stroke Of an avenging God. 38 Justice appeas'd, the Father gave From hell he snatch'd me, and the grave, 39 Snatch'd me with his all-gracious hand 40 Here by the tree of life I grow, 41 Hosannah to the Trinity, So ever loudly let it be By men and angels told. FEAR AND HOPE. 1 My God is gracious, and I'm vile; 2 Through blended tears of joy and woe And let those tears in torrents flow, 3 Water'd by tears, and warm'd by joy, Which no heart-winter shall annoy 4 If thou, O Lord, shall deign to shine On my corrupted earth, A fruitful harvest, wholly thine, From thence shall take its birth. 5 Break up, O Lord, my fallow ground; 6 Pluck from my heart the noxious weeds, Which now the soil disgrace; O sow therein thy wholesome seeds, 7 Let mercy warm the tender root 8 And putrid as my heart hath been, 9 This known among thy husbandmen, Even where the thicket or the fen 10 Urge thou, O Lord, while I stand fair, And drive-but drive not to despair 11 I tremble on the verge of time, 12 Yet how can hope of glory dwell, 13 O when shall this contention cease, 14 Let hope in thee, O Lord, prevail Let no new doubts that hope assail, 15 My hopes resounded to thy flock, Who building high on thee their rock, 16 From all the depths of sin and fear By strong-wing'd faith, and through this tear, 17 Among men David bears the mark A mind inspir'd, and yet so dark! 18 O Son of Jesse, great and good! How sunk in lust, in fraud, in blood! 19 Who slew the poor man's single lamb, David did this, and more. 20 Tho' he had hundreds of his own, Husband of that one wife alone, 21 By pleasure fell, by trouble rose, His only way to rise. We fools, who lawless pleasure chose, 22 Presume not man, for David fell, 23 Who teaches me myself to know, So short, so weak, so coarse, so low? This thought is borrowed from bishop Hall. |