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Jesus! in whom but Thee above,

Can I repose my trust, my love?
And shall an earthly object be
Loved in comparison with Thee?

My flesh is hastening to decay ;
Soon shall the world have pass'd away;

And what can mortal friends avail,
When heart, and strength, and life shall fail?

But oh, be thou, my Saviour, nigh,
And I will triumph while I die.
My strength, my portion is Divine;

And Jesus is for ever mine.

1809.

“ O Lord, thou hast searched me and known me.”—Psalm cxxxix. 1.

LORD! whate'er in mortal eyes

My conscious soul appear,
Seen beneath that fair disguise

Which veils the most sincere,

Thou dost, with all-piercing view,
Search my inmost spirit through:

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Yet, it is a mercy-seat,

And I may venture nigh.

Who the contrite shall condemn?

Christ hath died, and pleads for them.

Let me still, in human sight,

A holy semblance wear.
What but Mercy Infinite

Could perfect knowledge bear?
He that fashion'd knows my frame,
And Forgiveness is his name.

But if thine approving smile,

My Father, cheer my breast,
Let the world account me vile,

It shall not break my rest.

Strong in weakness I shall be;

Rich, however poor, in Thee.

“ I was brought low, and he helped me.”—Psalm cxvi. 6.

O thou God who hearest prayer,
Every hour and

every

where!
Listen to my feeble breath
Now I touch the gates of death.
For His sake whose blood I plead,
Hear me in my hour of need.

Hear and save me, gracious Lord !
For my trust is in Thy word.
Wash me from the stain of sin,
That thy peace may rule within.
May I know myself Thy child,
Ransom'd, pardon'd, reconciled.

Dearest Lord, may I so much
As thy garment's hem but touch ;

Or but raise my languid eye

To the Cross where thou didst die ;

It shall make my spirit whole,
It shall heal and save my soul.

-Thou art merciful to save !

Thou hast snatch'd me from the grave !
I would kiss the chastening rod,
O my Father and

my

God.
Only hide not now thy face,

God of all-sufficient grace !

Leave me not, my strength, my trust !
Oh, remember I am dust.
Leave me not again to stray;
Leave me not the Tempter's prey.
Fix my heart on things above:
Make me happy in Thy love.

Sept. 1820.

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