A Collection of Psalms and Hymns, extracted from various authors

3 There all the dip's company meet, 2
Who fail'd with their Saviour beneath,
With houting each other they greet,
And triumph o'er trouble and death.
The voyage of life's at an end, Tü2
The mortal affliction is pastora
age that in heaven they spend
For ever and ever fhail laft.

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HYMN XXII.

A Dialogue between à Believer and bis Soul.
NOME, my foul, and let us try,
For a little feafon, o

Bel.

Ev'ry burden to lay by:

become, and let us reafon T3 &
What is this that cafts thee down?
Who are thofe that grieve thee?
Speak, and let the worst be known;
Speaking may relieve

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2 Soul. Ob! I fink beneath the load teď
of my nature's evilos
Full of enmity to God,
Captin'd by the Devil

Reflefs as the troubled feasi

Fable, faint, and fearful

Plagu'd with ev'ry fore disease ›..
How can I be chearful?

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Bel. Think on what thy Saviour bore
In the gloomy garden,

Sweating

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4 Soul. This by faith I Jametimes viereens Se

And thofe views relieve me:

But my fins

ins return, aneau

Thefe are they that grieve me.
Ob! I'm Leprous, loathfome, foul,

Quite throughout infected
Have not I, if any foul,

Cause to be dejected

5 Bel. Think how loud the dying Lord

Cry'd out, "It is fif'd,
Treafure up that facred word
Whole and undiminish'd.
Doubt not he will carry on,
To its full

perfection,

That good work he has begun
Why then this dejection?

6. Soul. Faith, when void of works, is dead,
This the Scriptures witness.

And what works have I to plead
Who am all unfitness?

All my powers are deprav'd,

Blind, perverfe and filthy:

If from death I'm fully fan3d, a

Why am I not healthy?"

Bel.

7 Bel. Pore not on thyfelf too long, Left it fink thee lower;

Look to Jefus, kind and frong,
Mercy join'd with power.
Ev'ry work, that thou must do,
Will thy gracious Saviour
For thee work, and in thee too
Of his special favour.

8 Soul. Fefu's precious blood, once spilo,,555 vi
I depend on folely?

To releafe and clear my guilt on to t
But I would be bolydi

Bel. He that bought thee on the cross,

Can controul thy nature,

Fully purge away thy drofs, a
Make thee a new creature

9 Soul. That be can I nothing doubt,
Be it but bis pleasures

Bel. Tho' it be not done throughout,
May it not in measure?

Soul. When that measure, far from great,{
Still fall feem decreafing-

Bel. Faint not then; but pray,
Never, never ceafing.

and wait,

10 Soul. What when pray'r meets n regard? Still repeat it often,

Bel.

Soul. But I feel myself fo bard
Bel. Jefus will thee soften.
Soul. But my enemies make head→→

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disso procure thy pardon. is on W
See him ftretch'd upon the wood,diw
Bleeding, grieving, crying;A
Suff 'ring all the wrath of GodeyedT
Groaning gafping, dying T
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s by faith 1 fometimes view 3, 10
And thofe views relieve me:
But my fins a
return, anew
Thefe are they that grieve me.
Oh! I'm Leprous, loathfome, foul,
Quite throughout infected;
Have not I, if any fout, Mon
Caufe to be dejected

vd vel of nebied vI 5 Bel. Think how loud the dying Lord Cry'd out, It is fimif'd,

Treafure up that facred word
Whole and undiminish'd.
Doubt not he will carry on,
To its full perfection,
That good work he has begun
Why then this dejection?