5 'Twere folly to pretend
I never beg'd before;
Or, if thou now befriend,
I'll trouble thee no more.
Thou often haft reliev'd my pain,
And often I must come again.

6 Tho' crumbs are much too good
For fuch a dog as I,

No less than children's food
My foul can fatisfy.

O! do not frown and bid me go,
I must have ALL thou canst bestow.

7 Nor can I willing be,

Thy bounty to conceal

From others who, like me, Their wants and hunger feel. I'll tell them of thy mercies store, And try to fend a thousand more.

8 Thy thoughts, thou only wife, Our thoughts and ways tranfcend, Far as the arched fkies

Above the earth extend.

Such pleas as mine men wou'd not bear, But God receives a beggar's pray'r.

J

HYMN 159

ESU, we thy promife clairn,
We are met in thy dear name ;
In the midft do thou appear,
Manifeft thy prefence here:
Sanctify us, LORD, and blefs,
Breathe thy Spirit, give thy peace:
Come, defcend, celestial Dove,
Make this time a time of love.

2 Let the fruits of grace abound,
Let us in thy bowels found;
Faith, and love, and joy increase,
Temperance, and gentleness:
Plant in us thy humble mind,
Patient, pitiful and kind;
Meek and lowly let us be,
Full of goodness, full of thee.

3 Make us all in thee compleat,
Make us all for glory meet;
Meet t' appear before thy fight,
Partners with the faints in light:
Call, O call us each by name,
To the marriage of the Lamb;
Let us lean upon thy breast,
Love be there our endlefs feast.

HYMN 160.

GOD OUR CREATOR AND BENEFACTOR.

I

MY

Y Maker and my King,
To thee my all I owe;

Thy fov'reign bounty is the fpring
From whence my bleffings flow..
2 Thou ever good and kind,
A thousand reasons move,
A thousand obligations bind
My heart to grateful love.
3 The creature of thy hand,
On thee alone I live;
My God, thy benefits demand
More praise than life can give.
4 O! what can I impart,

When all is thine before?

Thy love demands a thankful heart; The gift, alas! how poor!

5 Shall I withhold thy due?

And shall my paffions rove? LORD, form this wretched heart anew, And fill it with thy love.

6 O let thy grace infpire

My foul with strength divine,

Let all my pow'rs to thee afpire,
And allmy days be thine.

HYMN 161.

EPHES. ii. 5.

I GRACE!

RACE! 'tis a charming found,
Harmonious to the ear!

Heav'n with the echo fhall refound,
And all the earth fhall hear.

2 Grace first contriv'd a way
To fave rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace difplay,
Which drew the wond'rous plan.

3. Grace taught my roving feet
To tread the heav'nly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While preffing on to GOD.

4 Grace all the work fhall crown,
Thro' everlasting days;

It lays in heav'n the topmoft ftone;
And well deferves the praife.

TH

HYMN 162.

HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, Drawn from EMMANUEL'S veins; And finners plung'd beneath that flood, Lofe all their guilty ftains.

2 The dying thief rejoic'd to fee
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,
Wash'd all my fins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r,
Till all the ransom'd church of GoD
Be fav'd to fin no more.

4 E'er fince by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds fupply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And fhall be till I die.

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter fong,
I'll fing thy pow'r to fave;

When this poor lifping, ftammering

tongue

Lies filent in the grave.

6 LORD, I believe thou haft prepar'd
(Unworthy tho' I be)

For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me.

7 'Tis ftrung and tun'd for endless years, And form'd by pow'r divine,

To found in GOD the Father's ears
No other name but thine.

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