Lord of my Soul return return To chase away this Night Let not thine anger ever burn God once was my delight XVII The Conflict I. O What a War is in my Soul Which fain would be devout I am most weary with the Fight But may not yet give out The Flesh and Spirit both contend For this weak Soul of mine That ost I know not what to do But Lord I would be thine II. I would believe but unbelief Prevails the other way And I have constant cause of grief A longer night than day I cry to God those Cries declare Whose part my Soul do's take Accepts my poor desires whilst I Do this resistance make III. My Evidences should be clear But ah the blots of Sin Turn chearing hope to sadning fear And make black doubts within The Laws of Sin and Grace will jar Both dwelling in one room The Saints expect perpetual War Till ye are sent for home IV. Altho' these Combats make you fear They should not cast you down God will give Grace to hold out here And Glory for its Crown XVIII The Back-sliders Return I. THO' I am fallen from my God I 'll venture to draw nigh His Word assures me he would not Have any Sinner die Sinners may hope to see God's Face Tho' fallen ne'er so low If they go to the Throne of Grace And weeping as they go II. Who shames himself before him there His Sin shall be forgot If Sinners blush when they confess That blushing hides their spot Ah Lord I am asham'd to come Asham'd with thee to meet I dare not look but down I fall At thy most blessed Feet III. Did ever any thus before Thus basely wrong thy Grace Sure I'm more vile than any one Of wretch Adam's Race Here comes a Prodigal Lord hear And answer at his Call I beg for Jesus sake that thou Remember not my Fall IV. Nothing I plead on my behalf But yet thou knowest well Bright Saints in Heav'n were once black Brands Snatcht from a burning Hell The Blood of Bulls thou askest not A Penitential groan Shall be accepted this I bring And offer at thy Throne XIX The Sinner's Morning Prayer as the 100 Psalm I. GOd who once more unseal'd mine eyes Shall have my choicest Sacrifice My highest thanks I humbly pay For Mercies running night and day II. O Lord thy Pardon I implore And Grace that I offend no more O let thy goodness never cease Renew thy Covenant of Peace III. As thou renewest still my days With new endearments crown my ways Father with me this day abide Be thou my leader and my guide IV. That I may plainly see and know The very Path where I should go And may at night rejoycing say My God was kind to me this day V. Those Graces that I want supply And keep me with a tender Eye Let my corruptions more and more Lose of the ground they had before VI. By Faith dear Saviour I would live And like the fruitful Lily thrive The fruitful Christian honours God And shews his Pastures to be good VII Give me my claim to Heaven clear Thy constant Grace to persevere Whilst here on Earth be thou my Guard And at the last my great Reward XX. The Sinner's Evening Prayer as the 100 Psalm I. O Lord behold a wretched one That flings himself before thy Throne By practice sinful and by birth Lord viler viler than the Earth II. O let thy Christ my Jesus be To save from Sin and misery My Soul beneath thy feet I lay Intreating Pardon for this day III. God made his World and brought me in And I brought mine my World of Sin Behold those sins not as a Spy To mark or as a Judge to try IV. But as Physician to the Poor Who brings a Balsam for the Sore Absolve renew me by thy Grace Fit me for Death which comes apace V. Encircle me within thine Arm My Body to defend from harm Preserve my wandering Soul from Sin Both going out and coming in VI. Keep far from me a careless heart From which my Saviour would depart O bless and prosper all my ways That they may issue in thy Praise XXI Cry for Improvement of Talents I. I Am a Tree that God hath set Which he expects should grow We must allow that Hand to reap Which was at cost to sow II. If thou expectest from my Flock Or from my Tillage Bread Then help me to improve my Stock Let not thy Grace lie dead II. Those Talents that the Masters send The Servants must improve Thine Aid O my great Master send To help me from above Since thou didst buy me when a Slave Shall I not now be true I 'll use the power that I have Dear Saints for God and you III. With Riches give a liberal Heart That so I may restore Again and pay thy Tythes unto Thy Deputy the Poor That honour thou dost shine on me Shall honour thee always My lesser Talents joyn to pay Their Tribute to thy Praise IV. Whate'er is mine it first was thine And thine shall ever be All my Enjoyments shall combine To raise and honour thee My parts my time my every thing Are wholly thine I own Accept the Musick from each string Presented at thy Throne XXII A Cry before the Sacrament I. TO day the Lord of Hosts invites Unto a costly Feast O what a privilege is this To be th' Almighties Guest II. I am invited I must go Lord help me to prepare That so I may be welcome and Partake of Childrens fare III. All they that sit down with him must Be decked with his Grace He smiles on such Communicants And they behold his Face IV. But who and what am I O Lord Unholy and unmeet To come within thy doors or to Wash thy Disciples Feet V. Come holy Spirit come and take My filthy garments hence The guilt the stain the love of Sin Will give my Lord offence VI. Remember not my sins O Lord Which ever load my mind Thy Son did die for such as I That I might Mercy find VII Worldly distractions stay behind Below the Mount abide Be no disturbance to my mind Nor make my Saviour chide VIII Let nothing that is not Divine Within thy presence move What e're would cause thee not to shine In tokens of thy love IX Whilst thou dost at thy Table sit Send out thy Spirit to breathe Upon my Soul to summon forth My Graces from beneath X. Awake Repentance Faith and Love Awake O every Grace Come come attend this glorious King And bow before his Face XI O come my Lord the time draws nigh That I am to receive Stand with my Pardon sealed by Perswade me to believe XII Let not my Jesus now be strange Nor hide himself from me O cause thy Face to shine upon The Soul that longs for thee XIII O let our entertainment now Be so exceeding sweet That we may long to come again And at thy Table meet XXIII Under Desertion I. MY
tho they be These Mountains cannot stand What are those Mountains to my Christ They fly at thy command V. My Sins indeed are numberless are not thy Mercies so This did thy pardon'd ones profess They bad me to thee go Tho they be numerous and great I 'm in Salvation's Road They cannot pass the blood of Christ Which is the blood of God VI. Where Sin abounds thy Word do's say Grace has abounded more This is and shall be still my plea Whilst thou hast Grace in store Mercy good Lord Mercy I ask This is the total summ For mercy Lord is all my suit Lord let thy Mercy come XI The Sinner's Address to Christ. I. WHere lies a Sin I 'll drop a tear Then view Redeeming blood To mourning Souls Christ will appear And surely do them good 'T is thou alone my Lord canst give This asking heart relief Christ's gentle voice would make it live His hand wipe off my grief II. Those falsly call'd the sweets of Sin Are bitter unto me I loath the state that I am in Lord may I come to thee But O wilt thou receive him now That 's coming to thy door For I can bring no dowry Lord I come extreamly poor III. What if my tears could make a floud My rightcousness is dross Those tears need washing in thy blood Tho' wept upon the Cross. I have an Argument to plead Which thou canst not deny Thy Grace is free and thou dost give To Sinners such as I. IV. Thou dost invite all wandering Souls And I am one of those With thee the sick do find a Cure The weary find repose The world and Sin will ever vex Will trouble and molest I therefore trust my Soul with Christ To bring to Heavens rest XII The Sinners Reception I. WHilst others costly Offerings bring Unto my Lord most dear To him a Song of Praise I 'll sing And sacrifice a Tear This is my choicest gift I have No better to impart When thou receiv'dst me first then I Did offer up mine heart II. I am the Prodigal return'd And met upon a plain And thou the loving Father that Invit'st me home again Thou didst invite and bring me home My study now shall be To furnish and prepare a Room Where Christ may dwell with me III. O cleanse my Soul and make it white Adorn it with thy Grace To dwell with me do thou delight And never hide thy face Who can but love so dear a Lord I 'll make a daily feast The daily exercise of Grace Shall entertain my Christ. IV. I love thee Lord and thou dost know How I adore thy name Surely my God I would do so Would wear a loving frame With thankfulness I will record Thy kindness all my days I 'll live upon and to the Lord And breath a constant praise XIII The Sinner's admiration of Divine Mercy as the 148 Psalm I. TO praise Redeeming Love Dear Christians lend a voice Come thou Diviner Dove And help me to rejoyce My heart too low Lord thou canst raise Best Spirit blow And I shall praise II. Here Lord will I admire The wonders of thy Grace Till thou shalt call me higher There to behold thy face O Heighth of Grace O Depth of Love Now fit me for My place above III. Hell was my proper hire For I was Satans Slave Fit Fuel for that Fire But God delights to save God often call'd I would not come He call'd until He brought me home IV. Dejected Souls may not Acceptance with him fear No sigh was e'er forgot He Bottles every Tear Do not despair Because you see How kind the Lord Has been to me V. My Sins were very high My Soul almost in Hell Yet Mercy then drew nigh And caught me as I fell Bless God my Soul Even unto death And write a Song For every Breath VI. Who can this Love express His Mercy ne'er decays What can my Soul do less Than love him all my days Bless God my Soul Even unto Death And write a Song For every Breath XIV The Sinners Thirst after more Grace I. IBless my God for giving Grace Wilt thou increase my store And as my Graces do increase Thy Praises shall be more This barren Soil will never bear Or else bear nothing good Unless thou water with thy Care And moisten with thy Blood II. Be thou to me as thou hast been Unto thine Israel A Dew to keep my branches green To make my blossoms smell I daily thirst I sigh I groan For greater growth in Grace O spread each sigh before thy Throne Before thy brighter Face III. Increase the Grace that thou hast wrought So kindly freely given Lord cherish it till thou hast brought Me up the Stairs to Heav'n This thirsty Soul must still repeat Its earnest Suit again I am thy Garden and intreat Thy Garden may have Rain XV. For Spiritual Protection I. I Have an Host of Enemies Are ever breaking in Satan the World the Flesh devise To ruine me by Sin I trust to God as my defence Against her subtilties From all destructive baits of sense Wilt thou restrain mine Eyes II. Tho'ye combine against my Soul I make the Lord my Guard Who will your fiery Breath controul Who will be my Reer-ward Whenever dangers near approach Lord be at hand to me And bring my Soul by each assault The nearer unto thee III. O keep from Sin which brings a frown Be gracious at my Cry Let no Temptations cast them down That on thy Grace relye Why should that frame set up within Which thine own hand did raise Be ever broke or slurr'd by Sin Why shouldest thou lose thy praise IV. Even as thy care thy hand is large And fills each empty space Remember that I am thy charge This day consult my case My Soul my Frame I will commit To thee O Holy Ghost Thou art my Guardian and I trust Thy work shall not be lost XVI Lamenting the loss of first Love I. O That my Soul was now as fair As it has sometimes been Devoid of that distracting care Without and guilt within There was a time when I could tread No Circle but of Love That joyous Morning now is fled How heavily I move II. Unhappy Soul that thou should'st force Thy Saviour to depart When he was pleased with so course A Lodging in thy Heart How sweetly I enjoy'd my God With how Divine a srame I thought on every Plant I trod I read my Saviour's Name III. I liv'd I lov'd I talkt with thee So sweetly we agreed And thou no stranger wast to me Till I became a weed The Tempter robb'd me and I must I fear be ever poor May this suffice to rowl i' th dust Before thy Temple Door IV. My dearest Lord my Heart flames not With Love that Sacred Fire But since my Love has wore that blot Repentance runs the higher O might those days return again How welcome they should be Shall my Petition be in vain Since Grace is ever free V.
Lord My God I once could sing But now I fear to say My God I only cry my King Of force I must obey I 've forfeited that blessed Guest That joy that sometimes shone Within this dark unhallowed breast O whither is it gone II. In infinite compassion Lord To my complaint give ear Whole troops of sorrow bear me down O when wilt thou appear Remember Lord what I am stil'd Tho' under darkness great Tho' under darkness still thy child My heart is still thy seat III. My King thou dost possess that Throne Thou dost that Seepter sway 'T is thine 't is purely thine alone I hate the sinners way Lord when thou seest me come to pray Bow down a gracious ear To answer me make no delay One darksome day 's a year IV. I know I am extreamly vile Lo here is room for Grace Look therefore on me with a smile A reconciled face I will no more my Lord provoke Or cause thee to withdraw Thy former frowns have made me wise To fear and stand in awe V. My restless Soul will ne'er give o'er Until thy Bowels move I 'll not be driven from thy door 'Till thou shalt say I love XXIV For the Success of the Gospel I. AMong the Jews let every Tribe Turn to their Ancient Lord All Glory to his Name ascribe With joy receive his word Let Jews and Gentile world agree Thy glorious Name to raise When they the path to Heaven see They come with Songs and Praise II. O that the Lord would conquer those That do resist his hand O cause that all thy Churches Foes May yield to thy Command Thy Churches Lord beyond the Seas Are graven on our Hearts Shower down thy Grace on them and these Let neither lose their parts III. Let those that seek thee not be found Whilst the despisers fall And those that hear the Gospel sound May answer to its call Thy Saints complain that they are few They make too mean a Quire Let converts fall like Morning Dew Thy Praise will rise the higher IV. In England give thy Gospel free From a devised dress And let thy goodness which do's shine In H * ne're be less Let those whom thou hast known of old Be quickly called home Even all thy Sheep within this Fold Compel them Lord to come V. Build up thine own who wait till thou Dost their corruptions kill Breathe on our Souls advance our Grace Lord higher higher still Our Pastor whom thou dost appoint To keep our Vineyard bless With saving Grace thy sweetest smiles And with a fair success VI. Of thy sweet presence grant us more Much more our Souls desire Untill we sing on Sions Hill With that Seraphick Quire XXV For a soft Heart I. THat Heart is Harder than a Stone That rises up to play And ne'er with sorrow thinks upon The Sins of Yesterday The last nights failures well might make If they were duly scann'd Each Rock each Sinners Heart to ake For Saints are daily tann'd II. Ah Lord dost thou not see my heart Alas how little Love I pray thee do not lose thy part Drop softness from above O keep it tender keep it soft That I may know to raise And quickly set the lowest string Unto a Tune of Praise III. Thy People do lament and cry Their Sins have made them groan Give me their frames then so shall I Lord rowl away this Stone If thou with-hold a little space With-hold not very long Send down the melting Dews of Grace I 'll send thee up a Song IV. Make my heart softer softer still Me like thy mourning Dove I mourn because I cannot mourn But Lord thou know'st I love Make my heart softer softer still That by thy gracious hand A deep impression may be made Even from the least Command XXVI Against Vnbelief I. A Soul that 's burden'd with the weight Of Sin that on him lies Must go to Golgotha then ask For whom that Saviour dies Surely for Sinners such as I That precious Blood was spilt Come poor defiled Souls O come And wash away your guilt II. Christs calls arise and do not fear Tho thou wast Satan's Slave Let this thy drooping spirit cheer His errant was to save Christ did appear to Magdalen When Blinded with her tears To lead on others to believe And cast away their fears III. My Sins are grown so high that they Deserve a second flood Behold the Deluge Christ is come To drown them in his blood My work is to believe on him By Faith his Blood apply When Faith takes out the fiery sting That Sinners shall not die IV. Lord give me this believing heart Advance it more and more Rebuke these doubts and scruples that Are crowding at my door Lord Satan says my Sins are high And spread before thy face Vast heighths indeed but what are these Unto the heighths of Grace XXVII For Vniversal Obedience I. LORD thou hast planted me a Vine In fertile soil and air Now tend and water me as thine Make me thy daily care My Christ I 'm wholly thine direct Me wandering in the dark O may my constant aims be strait Thine honour be my mark II. I have observ'd thy sacred Laws To be exceeding wide Let me not from the least of them Turn willfully aside Lord let thy Word and Spirit guide Thy Servant in thy way May I walk closely with my God And run no more astray III. Shall Simon bear thy Cross alone And other Saints be free Each Saint of thine shall find his own And there is one for me When e're it falls unto my lot Let it not drive me from My God let me be ne'er forgot 'Till thou hast lov'd me home IV. O happy Christians be not loth To have a coarser fear Saints that have had no Table cloth Had Christ at dinner there To do or suffer I am pleas'd So long as Christ stands by Support me with thy constant aid Lest all thy Graces die V. The way is to the upright strength Lord make it so to me That never tiring with the length My Soul may reach to thee XXVIII The Sinners Cry for Quickning Grace I. THE Spouse sought her beloved one But sought him on her Bed Seldom such seekers speed with God Cold Pray'rs are counted dead How many Duties do I spoil How many Sins do I Contract by this my drowsy frame Forgetting Christ is by II. Thy Saints enjoy a lively Frame Run cheerfully to God Their Heav'nly praises shew the same Whilst I 'm a lifeless clod Ah Lord shall it be ever thus Have I no wings for thee It grieves me to go bowed down Whilst other Christians flee III. None can remedy this but thou Drop down the Oil of Love My Soul then like Aminadab With swift delight will move O come to me with quick'ning Grace Remove this drowsie frame Then shall the fire of Love within Brake out into a flame IV. Come come to me O come and set My Soul upon the Wing When I
upon the Mountain get I 'll praise my heav'nly King No more delays O come and blow Stir up thy grace begun When thou dost breathe thy Spices flow The work goes kindly on XXIX For Communion with God I. ALass my God that we shou'd be Such Strangers to each other O that as Friends we might agree And walk and talk together Thou knowest my Soul do's dearly love The place of thine abode No Musick drops so sweet a sound As these two words my God II. I long not for the Fruit that grows Within these Gardens here I find no sweetness in their Rose When Jesus is not near Thy gracious presence O my Christ Can make a Paradise Ah what are all the goodly Pearls Unto this Pearl of Price III. May I taste that Communion Lord Thy People have with thee Thy Spirit daily talks with them O let it talk with me Like Enoch let me walk with God And thus walk out my day Attended with the Heav'nly Guards Upon my Kings High-way IV. When wilt thou come unto me Lord O come my Lord most dear Come near come nearer nearer still I 'm well when thou art near When wilt thou come unto me Lord I langnish for thy sight Ten thousand Suns if thou art strange Are shades instead of light V. When wilt thou come unto me Lord For till thou dost appear I count each moment for a day Each minute for a year Come Lord and never from me go This World 's a darksome place I find no pleasure here below When thou dost veil thy Face VI. There 's no such thing as pleasure here My Jesus is my all As thou dost shine or disappear My pleasures rise or fall Come spread thy savour on my frame No sweetness is so sweet Till I get up to sing thy name Where all thy Singers meet XXX On the Lord's Day As the 100 Psalm I. THou spreadst a weekly Table Lord Where Souls may Banquet on thy Word Whilst means in plenty we enjoy Let not our Souls be parch'd and dry II. We wait here at Bethesda's Pool Those Waters which refresh and cool We wait whose Souls are scorcht with sin O come dear Saviour help us in III. Thy Power and thy Grace display Be thou amongst us on thy day That Sinners may observe thy call And numerous Converts to thee fall IV. That those who do thy footsteps trace May find all sweetness in thy Grace O may they never more complain That they have sought their God in vain V. Thy people at thy Footstool lye Behold us with a gracious Eye O let our Souls with Jesus meet Our fellowship with him be sweet VI. Among thy people here am I Lord let me not be passed by Let this poor Soul with Triumph say I 've seen my dearest Lord to day VII I sit within thy Temple shade O let thy presence make me glad Love me my Lord or else I die Thy love alone can satisfie XXXI Of Death I. DEath steals upon us unawares And Digs a Grave unseen Whilst we dispute are full of Cares What may be what has been Shall I be bent on vanity And rotteness to trust Till Death shall lay his hand on me And crumble me to dust II. What if my Sun should set at Noon If Death should call to day Can'st thou my Soul go off so soon Hast thou no scores to pay Behold my Sands how quick they fall How near I am my Goal Let not my Body be undrest Till thou hast drest my Soul Let not my Body be undress'd Till thou hast dress'd my Soul III. That at the Trumpet 's Sound I may Spring from my dusty Bed Rejoicing at the Voice that calls Arise come forth ye Dead Lord give me Patience if I lie Upon a Dying-Bed O let my Saviour standing by Support my weary Head IV. Support my weak and tott'ring Faith Whilst dismal Fears annoy My Jesus be my sweet Defence My Jesus be my Joy Blest Advocate do thou not fail At this Time to appear O let my shaken Faith prevail My Evidence be Clear V. My Soul in thy sweet Hands I trust Now can I sweetly sleep My Body falling to the Dust I leave with thee to keep XXXVI Psalm 63. 8. My Soul follows hard after thee I. MY God my God my Light my Love Mine All in All to me Wilt thou a gracious Father prove To Souls that hang on thee II. My God my God my Light my Love For thee I thirst alone The sweetest Waters upon Earth My Soul accounts as none III. My God my God my Light my Love Mine only only Friend I seek I long I look for thee Why wilt thou not attend IV. My God my God my Light my Love O whither art thou gone Either be near unto me here Or lift me to thy Throne V. My God my God my Light my Love Canst thou that Soul forsake That follows thee with restless Cries Longing to overtake VI. My God my God my Light my Love Thy Child intreats thy stay Father shall not thy Bowels move O turn and look this Way VII My God my God my Light my Love Come come with me abide Rejoice me with thy Presence Lord I know no Joy beside VIII My God my God my Light my Love Hear thou my mournful Cry He hears he hears me from above He will not see me die Psalm 86. Done by Mr. J. M. I. HEar hear me Lord for I am Poor And seek Salvation at thy Door Bow down thy gentle Ear to me Who am oppres'd with Misery II. Save me my God for I am thine Thy Touch hath made my Heart Divine Save me my God to whom I flee Who have none other Gods but thee III. Let Mercy come from God or High The Object of my daily Cry I daily knock I daily wait For Mercy 's Alms at Mercy 's Gate IV. God of all Comfort Give a Dole Of Comfort to thy Servant's Soul For this my Soul doth bend her Knee And stretch her craving Hands to thee V. Thou Lord art Good and thou dost stand With sealed Pardons in thy Hand Oh how the Dews of Mercy fall And answer at thy Peoples Call VI. It ne'er was writ here lieth One Dy'd at the Foot of Mercy 's Throne Lord hearken to my humble Cries And let them found above the Skies PART II. I. I Have a God to whom I may Resort with Freedom any Day I 'll seek him when I am in Pain I 'm sure to here from him again II. And when my Soul shall understand The Comfort of his Curing Hand Then shall I sing O happy Rod That brought me nearer to my God III. What are those Gods whom Folly feigns Those Creatures of distemper'd Brains What are those Dunghil Gods before The Mighty God whom I adore IV. O King of Nations Lord of All Before thee shall all Nations fall And every Language shall confess Thy glorious Everlastingness V. For thou art Great beyond Compare Thy Works amazing Wonders are To God alone all Glory be There is none other God but He. VI. Lord guide me in thy secret Way With such a Guide I shall not stray Bring me into an Heavenly Frame Unite my Heart to fear thy Name VII My Lord my God my Heart shall Praise And glorifie thee all my Days Thy Mercy to me doth excell I am a Brand snatch'd out of Hell PART III. I. THE Sons of Pride against me rise Fierce Atheists are mine Enemies They fear not God they love not me My Comfort is their Misery II. They mark me for their common Foe And jointly Plot my overthrow But thou my Lord dost take my Part Thou Lord a God of Bowels art III. Thou art most swist to Acts of Grace But unto Wrath of flowest Pace Thy Mercy and thy Truth abound This is Faith's everlasting Ground IV. Whilst God is Merciful and True I am both Safe and Happy too I cannot fall who lean upon The Pillars of the highest Throne V. O leave me not who follow Thee Let Mercy look on Misery Save Lord for thee I do adore As did my Mother heretofore VI. Save Lord one Born within thy House A Child of Prayers and Tears and Vows Mine Eyes expect some happy Sign To tell my Soul that thou art mine VII Me with Salvations Walls enclose To the Confusion of my Foes That they with blushing may confess We cannot Curse whom God doth bless VIII We cannot catch whom God will have We cannot hurt whom God will save We cannot touch his smallest Limb We Curse our selves in Cursing him Name your Town here