A
DIVINE POEM.
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AH Lord, my sins are very great,
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And my corruptions many;
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Oh! let me not, I thee intreat
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Be overcome by any.
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BOw down thine ear unto me, Lord,
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Have mercy on my Soul,
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Subdue my Spiritual Enemies,
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And all my lusts controul,
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CAuse me to love the Lord above
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With all my heart and might,
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And let my Conversation be
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Well-pleasing in thy sight.
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DO not condemn my Soul, O Lord;
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But for thy mercy sake,
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Which is both sure and plentiful,
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Some pity on me take.
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ENrich me with thy heavenly Grace,
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Endue me with thy Spirit;
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And let my Soul when hence it goes,
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Eternal Life inherit.
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FOrget me not, I pray thee, Lord,
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But still remember me,
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That unto all Eternity,
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I may give thanks to thee.
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GRant me, that I may never dare
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To live in any sin;
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Nor let me not at any time
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Be catch't in Satans Gin.
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HOwever thou dost deal with me,
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Give me an upright heart,
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And let my will submit to thee,
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And never from thee start.
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INdeed it is to be admir'd
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How gracious thou hast bin
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Unto me from my Youth till now,
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Though I have liv'd in sin.
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KIndness thou dost bestow on me
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Every day and hour;
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Yea, every moment, Lord, on me
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Thy mercies thou dost pour.
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LIft up my heart unto thee, Lord,
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Unto a thankful frame;
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And let me ever honour thee,
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And praise thee for the same.
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MAke me think vilely of my self;
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Shew me my want of Grace;
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Let not the love of any sin
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Within my heart have place.
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NOthing's too hard for thee, O Lord,
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Oh! therefore undertake
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To pluck my strong corruptions down,
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Even for the Lord Christ his sake.
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OH! let not any of my sins
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Come into memory
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With thee, O Lord, but let them be
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Conceal'd eternally.
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PRepare me for Eternity,
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And let my Souls lamp be
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Furnished with the Oyl of Grace,
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When death shall seize on me.
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QUicken me by thy Spirit, Lord,
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When I shall wait on thee
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In every Ordinance of thine,
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Which thou affordest me.
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REmove from me the guilt of sin,
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And its pollutions too;
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And let it be my earnest care
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All evil to eschew.
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SEcure me from eternal death,
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And let my Soul make sure
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Of an Inheritance with thee,
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Which ever shall endure.
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THe time which thou affordest me,
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It's but a span, O Lord;
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Therefore let me redeem the time
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Which thou dost me afford.
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VOuchsafe to lift mine heart to thee,
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To lift mine heart above all things be-low,
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And let it be my earnest care
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Christ crucified to know.
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WHether I live or dye, O Lord,
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Let me be wholly thine,
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And let thy gracious countenance
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Upon me ever shine.
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XAmine all my inward wants,
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Supply me with thy Grace:
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Let not the love of any sin
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Within my heart have place.
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YEa longer I shall live, O Lord,
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Let me still better grow,
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And let it be my earnest care
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The Lord of Life to know.
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ZEal for thine honour give me, Lord,
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And let me holy be;
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Guide me by thy counsel here,
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And to Glory take thou me.
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