6 From God's all-seeing eyes to hide, 'Tis vain in darkness to confide, 7 If at the centre of the globe And draw the mountains like a robe, 8 Transparent to his piercing sight, From all sides drinks the conscious light; 9 If by gay company I try My inward pain t' assuage, 10 Suspended for a time, the fire The lash drawn back, and lifted higher, With double force returns. 11 If to philosophy I run, My conscience to appease, 12 Reason apart, I had not known, 13 If on repentance I rely, Resolv'd to sin no more; 14 Thus by my guilty self o'erthrown I feel no succour of my own, 15 Well-nigh distracted with my fears, To cleanse, or cool my soul, these tears 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 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; 26 This justice of its wrath disarms; This, conscience, clears thy charge. 27 O with what ecstasy, what bliss, I hear the loud acclaim Of angels, who adore for this, 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, Countless as dust, as scarlet red, 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 Sincerely to repent. 37 Altho' my Saviour's laws I broke, His blood redeem'd me from the stroke 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 From thence shall take its birth. 5 Break up, O Lord, my fallow ground; 6 Pluck from my heart the noxious weeds, 7 Let mercy warm the tender root 8 And putrid as my heart hath been, Thy hand there felt, and not unseen, 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, When shall I taste internal peace ; |