This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1767 Excerpt: ... To praife thy love I wake, Thy love the balmy sleep bestow'd-For my Redeemer's sake; Thy love kept off the pain That ost invades my breasts And bids my soul aspire again To its eternal Rest. 2 To Thee in Christ my Peace Again. I humbly turn, My past ingratitude consess, My lise os solly mourn;. A lise how dark and void t. A long-continu'd blot? Talents or hid, or misemploy'd, And benesits sorgot. 3 My virtue salse and vain, My justest works unjust, Not one but gives my conscience pain. And lays me in the dust: But worse than all I sind The bitter root within, The beastly heart, the devilish mind, The hell os inbred sin. 4 Far srom mysels to Thee, Thou sinner's Friend, I fly, . Forc'd out by my own misery To seek salvation nigh: Th' insallible relies Assur'd at last to prove, And lose my depths os sin and grief In thy abyss os love. 5 One thing I now desire, While. sor thy love I stay, One blessing instantly require," And will not be said nay; To genuine holiness 'Till thou my soul restore, Give joy or grief, give pain or ease, But bid me sin no more. LXXXVII. 1 AND let this gross corporeal clay Clog the pure, ethereal ray, And weigh my spirit down, My spirit shall superior rife, If Jesus shews me from the flue's That everlasting crown. a Sick, and in pain, why should I grieve? "Troubled heart in Me believe, "And heaven, He faith, is thine: " 'He went before, that all who mourn Might triumph in his swift return, . And see the Face Divine. 3 Fulness of joy his Presence gives, Heaven its heavenliness receives, When Him unveil'd we see: Of all our bliss the fount and root, The tree, the blossom, and the fruit Is immortality. 4 My immortality Thou art, Glorious Earnest in my heart, Jesus, to me be given: Of Thee possest, I ask no more, But happ...