Happy the humble soul that takes And binds the gospel to his heart, That tastes the love the saviour speaks, And feels the joys his lips impart. Not Sinai's dreadful thunders roll, Nor there his wrathful lightning shines; But peace to cheer the fainting soul, While grace and glory swell the lines: Come then, ye trembling souls, with joy. Accept the freely offer'd grace; The smiling saviour mourns your stay, Whilst love invites you to his face. Hark, ye that seek for perfect bliss, Ye that would walk the heav'nly road! The gospel shews where Jesus is, And leads you to his blest abode. Lord when to see thy grace display'd, This sacred volume I peruse. Send down thy spirit to my aid, Lest I that sovereign grace refuse. Oh! draw me with thy cords of love; Thy will I'll joyfully obey. Till I ascend to dwell above, In realms of everlasting day. _London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons._ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ N^o. 3. [Illustration] SOLILOQUY. O thou allpowerful, holy, just, and wise Creator and preserver of the world! Look down on me, a poor dejected worm, Part of thy work; my form thy hand bestow'd, My soul, my being, and my health, thy gifts! Desert me not, nor leave me to myself Forlorn, to wander through life's dreary waste, Unskilful where to tread; but let thy light Conduct me through each puzzling labyrinth, And thwarting stream, that happ'ly I may gain The blissful coast! where sorrow never comes, Nor pain assaults.--Oh! let thy holy grace Sit regnant in my breast! subdue the unruly will, And keep the factious powr's in due restraint, That so, no evil thought, nor word, nor deed, May taint my soul! offend thy gracious eye, And plunge me in the dreadful depths of hell: But let me move in virtues middle path, Nor err to right, or left, where danger lies. And Oh! as down the rugged road I pass, Let me adore thy love, and own thy pow'r; Inspire my heart with thanks, and let my tongue Enrapturd chaunt aloud thy sacred praise. _British Mag. 1747_ _London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons._ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ N^o. 4.