Your favors have refresh'd me, and I find
My thoughts, like hers, too warm to be confin'd;
Thankful I bow, and wonder at your love,
And ask the question as you read above;
I'm all unworthy of the smallest mite,
Why have I found such favor in your sight?
Why am I blest with such an ample share
In your compassion, sympathy, and care?
These unexpected favors tend to raise

My thoughts above, in gratitude and praise,
To him who made my friends, both great and small,
Who rules, and overrules, the hearts of all.
At his rich goodness I admiring stand,
And bless his kind and providential hand:
O may his free, his condescending grace
Shine brighter to my views in Jesu's face!-
I want a gale from heaven,-a gale divine,—
To rouse this drowsy, lukewarm soul of mine.

I wish my dear, though unknown friends, may be
More earnest at the throne of grace for me:
I'm oft oppress'd with gloomy doubts and fears,
And often deal with sighs, and groans, and tears;
I meet with many sorrows in my way;

My outward weakness tries me night and day;
I am as yet a pris'ner close confin'd,

But hope my sweet release will soon be sign'd.

Farewell my kind and worthy friends!-adieu ! Mercy and peace be multiplied to you!

XVIL

O Lord, I beseech thee, send now Prosperity*—Psalma cxviii. 25.

O WHAT are all the best designs To work upon rebellious minds!

'Tis not by might, or pow'r, or word,

But by the Spirit of the Lord;

'Tis only his own power that can
Subdue the stubborn will of man:
Then let my faith address his throne,
And ask success of him alone.-
Bless this attempt, O God of grace!
To ev'ry soul, in ev'ry place,
Do thou prosperity ordain,

That none may read or hear in vain.

This I request in Jesu's name;
His glory is my highest aim:
O for his sake let sinners be
Converted from their sins, to thee!
Do thou my warm desires succeed,
And make THIS CALL-a call indeed!-
Weak as it is, thy pow'rful hand
Can make it useful to the land.

Pity the nation's deep distress,
And work its peace in righteousness.
Now for prosperity I pray-
Send it, O Lord, without delay!

*

Referring to a small piece she wrote in the time of the late war, entitled," A CALL TO BRITAIN;”— many thousands of which were sold in a short space.

XVIII.

I am as a Wonder unto many: let my Mouth be filled with thy Praise, and with thy Honor all the Day.-Psalm lxxi. 7, 8.

LORD, help me to come near thy seat,
And there again let wonders meet:
I am a wonder: but I know

'Tis thou alone that makes me so.

What shall I say?-thy hand has wrought
Such wonders as exceed my thought :-
Wonders!

-nor can I answer more;

I must sit silent and adore.-

My God, how wond'rous is thy pow'r
That kept me in the darkest hour;
Which help'd me to hold fast my hope,
And bore so long my courage up!-
'Twas wond'rous mercy, rich and free,
That I could then confide in thee:
Hadst thou not kept me by thy grace
I should have curs'd thee to thy face;
How often, Lord, I cannot tell,
Did my ungrateful heart rebel!
But thou as often didst compose

And calm each murm'ring thought that rose.
How oft did satan fright my soul!
But thou didst all his rage controul,
And mad'st his vile temptations prove
The helpers of my faith and love.
O let my mouth be fill'd with praise,
And with thy honor all my days;
Assist my willing soul to frame
New songs of glory to thy name!

JESUS, my never-failing Friend, Who doth to all my groans attend, Forever shall thy kindness be Remember'd and extoll'd by me.

Though thou hast made my flesh to smart,
And pain'd my head, and griev'd my heart,
'Twas all in mercy, now I see,

That such sad months were writ for me.
I'll plead thy cause, my righteous God,
For thou hast taught me by thy rod;
I know thee better than before,

I fear, I love, I trust thee more.

FATHER, I'm not asham'd to tell

The world, that thou dost all things well.-
Yes:-I will still thy hand confess,
And glory in thy faithfulness.-
To thee myself I now resign:
Take me!-I'll be for ever thine;
And aim to lift thy glories high,
To love and praise thee till I die *.

*This piece is dated October 1783, in the MS. and appears to have been the last time of her using a pen.

A

REMARKABLE SCENE

IN THE

AUTHOR's LIFE.

THE Writer, hearing She had left her place,

and was very ill at her mothers, called upon her, as a neighbor, on Tuesday evening, January 12, 1773, and found her weak and low, upon a couch:-He asked her what the doctor thought of her case? She replied, He feared she was decayed.

Q But what do you think of your disease yourself?

A. I have for some time given up all thoughts of living.

Q. If so, how are your thoughts respecting another world?

A. I am in the dark as to that.

Q. Have you any hope that it will go well with you for eternity?

A. If I had, I think I could gladly depart: for I have for some time seen an emptiness in this present world.