Well may I groan beneath thy stroke,
What ails this vile, deceitful heart?
When will my sweet release be sign'd,
Where is the understanding heart,
Where shall I go but to my Lord,
Who is this heavenly person, who
Why does this room so often prove
Why, Jonah, does thine anger rise?
Why, O my soul, these gloomy fears?
Why should the dread of sinful man
Why thus cast down, my soul?
Will God be merciful to me,
Without the aid of sovereign grace,
Ye highly favor'd, who profess,
But why, my soul, so much dispos'd to grieve?
Come, JESUS, thou Desire of Nations! come,
How active, how num'rous are my thoughts!
How did the heavenly multitude rejoice,
I thank thee, O my Father and my God,
O blessed words, and welcome to my soul!
O solemn thought! weak man is born to die;
The time is short; how awful is the sound!
Thus the apostles pray'd; and O, my soul,
Up to th' eternal hills I lift my eyes,
What manly courage, what undaunted zeal
While I am call'd to reason, Lord, with thee,
Who would not fear thee, O thou King of saints!
Why am I not consign'd to endless woe?
Why, sin, hast thou deprav'd my nature thus?
With thee, thou great I AM, thou Just and wise,
BEHOLD the man! how humble is his mind!
But why did Martha take this load
Christian, examine well thy mind;
Did Joshua solemnly record
How welcome is this news
Is God my Father and my Friend?
Jesus, my Saviour and my Lord,
Lord, help me to come near thy seat,
Lord, I'm a faint, a feeble worm,
Lord, in thy mercy I rejoice,
Madam, I now return your little book,
O what are all the best designs
Take courage, O my soul! and rest
Thanks to thy name, thou God of love,
The garment that you gave me I admire,
The law of God is just,
Thus Ruth receiv'd the kindness of her friend,
'Tis with a grateful view I retire,
1RAPID my days and months run on,
How soon another year is gone!
How swift my golden moments roll,
How much neglected by my soul!
2 Let me begin with holy fear
This new, this fleeting, flying year;
Too many unimprov'd have pass'd,
This year, perhaps, may be my last.
3 Give me, great God, an heart to pray;
Let all old things be done away;
Give me new strength to conquer sin,
And plant new holiness within.
4 I ask new wisdom for this year,
New fitness for my trials here;
Of every grace a richer store,
My God to love and honor more.
5 This year, O sheath war's direful sword!
Let every nation serve the LORD:
Visit thy church, and may she bear
Much glorious fruit this blessed year.
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FAST-DAY, FEB. 27, 1778.
1 0 THOU, who shin'st in bright abode,
Ineffable in glory,- -GOD!
Angels thy Majesty adore,
And devils tremble at thy power.
20 thou, Most Holy, Wise, Supreme,
Just to revenge, strong to redeem!
Enlarge our heart's before thy throne,
While o'er a guilty land we mourn.
3 A land of violence and strife,
Regardless of a peaceful life;
A land whose guilt for vengeance cries,
Full of oppression, vice, and lies.
4 O thou, whose condescending grace
Shines glorious in a Saviour's face,
Now, for his sake, bow down thine ear,
Avert the judgments that we fear.
50 thou, whose goodness we've abus'd!
Whose love and mercy we've refus'd,
Guilty before thy face we stand,
And ask forgiveness at thine hand.
6 0 thou, whose wisdom's all divine!
No counsel stands so firm as thine;
Thou God of order and of peace
Command this dreadful war to cease.
7 Bring the contending parties near,
And reconcile us in thy fear;
That we may yet securely rest,
A nation by Jehovah blest,
In the Morning will I direct my Prayer unto thee, and will look up.-Psalm v. 3.
1 How should the morning of my days,
Be spent in humble prayer and praise
To Him who gave me life and breath,
And still preserves my soul from death.
God has from sleep restor❜d my sight,
I'll praise him for the morning light:
For his protecting grace I'll pray,
To guard and keep me all the day.
3 I'll still resolve to seek his face,
And praise him for redeeming grace;
I love his name, I love his word,
I love to commune with the Lord.
4 Up to his throne I'll lift my eyes,
He will regard my early cries:
He will not frown my soul away,
He loves to hear his children pray.
5 To him I'll dedicate my days,
Then shall I prosper in my ways:
And whilst my calling I pursue
His praise shall terminate my view.
6 O may his condescending love
Still draw my heart to things above;
That I among his saints may know
The joys of heaven begun below.
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