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Jesus. My Promise, and thy Duty, thou mayest see; But canst not search the depth of God's Decree. Mercy entreats thee: here it's brought unto thee: Take it, and God's Decree shall not undo thee. All are Elect that do not to the last Refuse me, and my Grace behind them cast.

Jesus. My Promise, and thy Duty, thou may'st see; But canst not search the depth of God's Decree. Mercy intreats thee: here it's brought unto thee: Take it, and God's Decree shall not undo thee. All are Elect that do not to the last Refuse me, and my Grace behind them cast.

Sinner. This I have done, and fear I shall do still, Till I the measure of my sins fulfil. Though God be Love it self, I shall have none: I fear my Day of Grace is past and gone. Methinks I feel, Grace doth my Soul forsake: Thy Holy Spirit thou dost from me take.

Jesus. Here thou art yet alive; my Grace attends thee; And from the jaws of Death and Hell defends thee. Satan would fain at once thy Soul devour: What dangers dost thou walk in every hour? Yet thou art safe, and hearest the Preacher's voice Come, close with Mercy, and Heaven will rejoice. Dost thou not feel my Spirit still contend? And tell thee what it is that thou must mend? If yet thou'lt be but willing to be mine; I and my Benefits will sure be thine. I seek; I knock; thou findest I have not done: Yet dost thou say, thy Day of Grace is gone?

Jesus. Here thou art yet alive; my Grace attends thee; And from the jaws of Death and Hell defends thee. Satan would fain at once thy Soul devour: What dangers dost thou walk in every hour? Yet thou art safe, and hear'st the Preacher's voice Come, close with Mercy, and Heav'n will rejoyce. Dost thou not feel my Spirit still contend? And tell thee what it is that thou must mend? If yet thou'lt be but willing to be mine; I and my Benefits will sure be thine. I seek; I knock; thou find'st I have not done: Yet dost thou say, thy Day of Grace is gone?