his Works, All Glory, and Wisdom, and Dominion, in this the temporal and in the Eternal Being. Amen.

Newton by Uk, near Sketh-Rock,
Septem. 30, 1654.

Lord, the hope of Ifrael, all they that forfake thee fhall be ashamed; and they that depart from thee, fhall be written in the earth, because they have forsaken

the Lord, the fountain of living waters.

Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I fhall be faved, for thou art my health, and my great deliverer.

I faid in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave; I have deprived my felf of the refidue of my years.

I faid, I shall not fee the Lord, even the Lord in the Land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the Inhabitants of the world.

O Lord! by thee doth man live, and from thee is the life of my fpirit: therefore wilt thou recover me, and make me to live.

Thou haft in love to my foul delivered it from the pit of corruption; for thou hast caft all my fins bebind thy back.

For thy name's fake haft thou put off thine anger; for thy praife haft thou refrained from me, that I bould not be cut off.

For the grave cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: they, that go down into the pit, cannot hope for thy truth.

The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: the Father to the children shall make known thy truth.

O Lord; thou hast been merciful; thou haft brought back my life from corruption: thou haft redeemed me from my fin.

They, that follow after lying vanities, forfake their own mercy.

Therefore fhall thy fongs be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

I will go unto the altar of my God, unto God, the joy of my youth; and in thy fear will I worship towards thy holy temple.

I will facrifice unto thee with the voice of thanksgiving; I will pay that which I have vowed; falvation is of the Lord.

Tomy most merciful, my most loving,

and dearly loved Redeemer, the
ever blessed, the onely Holy
and JUST ONE,

JESUS CHRIST,

The Son of the living GOD, and the
facred Virgin Mary.

I.

Y God! thou that didft dye for me, These thy death's fruits I offer thee; Death that to me was life and light, But dark and deep pangs to thy fight. Some drops of thy all-quickning blood Fell on my heart; those made it bud, And put forth thus, though Lord, before The ground was curft, and void of store. Indeed I had fome here to hire Which long refifted thy defire, That fton'd thy fervants, and did move To have thee murthred for thy love; But Lord, I have expell'd them, and fo bent, Beg, thou wouldst take thy Tenant's Rent.

II.

Dear Lord, 'tis finished! and now he
That copyed it, prefents it thee.
"Twas thine first, and to thee returns,
From thee it shined, though here it burns;
If the Sun rife on Rocks, is't right,
To call it their inherent light?
No, nor can I fay, this is mine,

For, dearest Jefus, 'tis all thine.

Thy cloaths, when thou with cloaths wert clad
Both light from thee, and virtue had;

And now, as then within this place,
Thou to poor rags doft ftill give grace.
This is the earneft thy love fheds,
The Candle fhining on fome heads,
Till at thy charges they fhall be,
Cloath'd all with immortality.

My dear Redeemer, the world's light,
And life too, and my heart's delight!
For all thy mercies and thy truth
Shew'd to me in my finful youth,
For my fad failings and my wilde
Murmurings at thee, when most milde;
For all my fecret faults, and each
Frequent relapse and wilful breach,
For all defigns meant against thee,
And ev'ry publish'd vanity,

Which thou divinely haft forgiven,

While thy blood wash'd me white as heaven : I nothing have to give to thee,