2 Stand at the helm, our veffel fteer,
Mighty on our fide appear;
Saviour, teach us to descry

Where the rocks and quickfands lie.
3 The waves fhall impotently roll,
If thou'rt the anchor of the foul:
At thy word the winds fhall cease,
Storms be hush'd to perfect peace.
4 Be thou our haven of retreat,
A rock to fix our wav'ring feet;
Teach us to own thy fov'reign fway,
Whom the winds and feas obey.

POEM XII. O that my Ways were made fo direct, &
I O THAT my ways were made so strait,
And that the lamp of faith
Would, as a ftar, direct my feet
Within the narrow path!

2 O that thy ftrength might enter now,
And in my heart abide,

To make me as a faithful bow
That never ftarts afide!

3 O that I all to Chrift were giv'n,
(From fin and earth fet free)
Who kindly laid afide his heav'n,
And gave himself for me!

4

Not more the panting hart defires
The cool refreshing ftream,
Than my dry, thirsty foul afpires
At being one with him.

5 Set up thine image in my heart;
Thy temple let me be,

Bid every idol now depart

That fain would rival thee.

6 Still keep me in the heav'nly path;
Bestow the inward light;

And lead me by the hand till faith
Is ripen'd into fight.

POEM XIII.

POEM XIII.

I FATHER, to thee in Chrift I fy,
What tho' my fins of crimfon dye
For thy refentment call?

My crimes he did on Calv'ry bear,
The blood that flow'd for finners there
Shall cleanse me from them all.
2 Spirit divine, thy pow'r bring in,
O raise me from this depth of fin,
Take off my guilty load :

Now let me live through Jefus's death,
And being juftified by faith,

May I have peace with God!

3 Foul as I am, deferving hell,
Thou can'ft not from thy throne repel
A foul that leans on God:
My fins, at thy command, fhall be
Caft as a stone into the fea-
The fea of Jefu's blood.

POEM XIV.

1 SUPREME high prieft, the pilgrim's light,
My heart for thee prepare,
Thine image ftamp, and deeply write
Thy fuperfcription there.

2 Ah! let my forehead bear thy feal,
My arm thy badge retain,

My heart the inward witnefs feel
That I am born again!

3 Thy peace, O Saviour, fhed abroad,
That ev'ry want fupplies:

Then from its guilt my foul, renew'd,
Shall, phoenix like, arise.

4 Into thy humble manfion come,
Set up thy dwelling here:

Poffefs my heart, and leave no room
For fin to harbour there.

5 Ah! give me, Lord, the fingle eye,
Which aims at nought but thee:
I fain would live, and yet not I-
Let Jefus live in me.

6 Like Noah's dove, no rest I find
But in thy ark of peace:

Thy cross the balance of my mind,
Thy wounds my hiding-place.

7 In vain the tempter fpreads the snare,
If thou my keeper art:
Get thee behind me, God is near,
My Saviour takes my part!

8 On him my spirit I recline,
Who put my nature on;
His light fhall in my darkness shine,
And guide me to his throne.
9 O that the penetrating fight,
And eagle's eye were mine!
Undazzled at the boundless light,
I'd fee his glory fine!

10 Ev'n now, by faith, I fee him live
To crown the conqu'ring few;
Nor let me linger here, but ftrive
To gain the prize in view.

11 Add, Saviour, to the eagle's eye,
The dove's afpiring wing,

To bear me upwards to the fky,
Thy praises there to fing!

POEM XV. Self Dedication.

1 JESUS, my Saviour, fill my heart With nothing else but thee; Now thy faving pow'r exert,

And more than conquer me:

Each intruding rival kill,

That hinders or obftructs thy reign; All thy glorious might reveal,

And make me pure within.

2 Through

2 Through my foul in mercy fhine,
Thine holy spirit give;

Let him witnefs, Lord, with mine,
That I in Jefus live ;

Set me free from Satan's load,
The gift of liberty difpenfe,
In my heart O fhed abroad
Thy quick'ning influence.
3 Let the gifts bestow'd on me,
Live to thy praise alone;
Lord, the talents lent by thee

Are thine, and not my own:
May I in thy fervice spend
All the graces thou haft given;
Taken up, when time shall end,
To live and reign in heav'n.

POEM XVI. In Temptation:

i COMPASS'D by the foe, on thee
Feebly I prefume to call;
Get thyfelf the victory,

Hold me and I fhall not fall:
On thy creature mercy fhew,
Thine I am by purchase too.
2 Guard of my defenceless heart,
Wherefore hideft thou thy face?
Mercy's fountain head thou art,
Ever full of truth and grace :
Quell the roaring lion's pow'r,
Father, fave me from this hour.
3 Sun of righteousness arise,

Shed thy blissful rays on me;
Kindly liften to my cries,

Try'd by him who tempted thee:
Thou my helpless foul defend,
Keep me blameless to the end.
4 Rife in vengeance from thy feat,
Jefus, Lord, make hafte to fave;
Me, to fift my foul as wheat,

Satan hath defired to have:

Let

Let him not too far prevail,
Suffer not my faith to fail.
5 Try'd, afflicted, and diftreft
By temptation's fearching flame,
Tho', beneath its load oppreft,
Now in heaviness I am;

I fhall foon at freedom be,
More than conqueror in thee.
6 This affliction fhall work out,
(Light and tranfient as it is)
When I am to Sion brought,
Everlasting joy and peace:
Here but for a moment try'd,
There for ever glorified.

POEM XVII.

I O MAY I never rest

'Till I find reft in thee;

'Till of my pardon here poffeft,

I feel thy love to me! Unfeal my dark'ned eyes,

My fetter'd feet unbind;

The lame shall, when thou fay'ft "arife,"

Run fwifter than the hind.

2 O draw the alien near,

Bend the obdurate neck,

O melt the flint into a tear,

And teach the dumb to speak :

Turn not thy face away,

Thy look can make me clean;
Me in thy wedding robe array,
And cover all my fin.

3 Tell me, my God, for whom
Thy precious blood was fhed;
For finners? Lord as fuch I come,
For fuch the Saviour bled:
Then raife a fallen wretch,
Difplay thy grace in me;

I am not out of mercy's reach,
Nor too far gone for thee.

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