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but the sweet Name Of Jesus did reviving Hope proclaim. And though long time it scarcely did appear, Yet sure some hidden spark of Love was there. I loved thy Holy Word; Good Books were sweet, Those that did with my own condition meet: Heart-searching Ministers were my delight, ☞ Those that did most my drowsy Soul excite. I dearly loved all in whom I saw A Love to Thee, and Care to keep thy Law: The speech and sight of Holy men was sweet; I honoured them, and could have kissed their feet. I felt their living words go to the quick, When common idle prating made me sick. I dearly loved my serious bosom friend, Who did in Love my failings reprehend; That could my doubting troubled mind condole, And help to keep awake my sleepy Soul: Who could unfold the Mysteries of Grace, And speak particularly to my case; Sweetly disclosing his experience; Extolling Mercy from his own deep sense; One that had been instructed by the Rod, And boiled over in the Praise of God: ⟨p. 24⟩Who early (and oft in the night) would rise, To offer Thee a Thankful Sacrifice: Who warmed me with his Zeal when I was cold; And my remissness lovingly controlled; Who stirred me up, and taught me how to pray; And friendly watched and warned me every day. And yet his Piety did not exceed His Charity, to those that were in need. For such a friend I had; though after all, Himself became my warning by his fall; As more than One or Two have done since then; Showing, when Grace withdraws, we are but Men. O my Dear God! how precious is thy Love? These are the seeds: what are the fruits above?

but the sweet Name Of Jesus did reviving Hope proclaim. And though long time it scarcely did appear, Yet sure some hidden spark of Love was there. I lov'd thy Holy Word; Good Books were sweet, Those that did with my own condition meet: Heart-searching Ministers were my delight, ☞ Those that did most my drowsie Soul excite. I dearly loved all in whom I saw A Love to Thee, and Care to keep thy Law: The speech and sight of Holy men was sweet; I honour'd them, and could have kist their feet. I felt their living words go to the quick, When common idle prating made me sick. I dearly lov'd my serious bosom friend, Who did in Love my failings reprehend; That could my doubting troubled mind condole, And help to keep awake my sleepy Soul: Who could unfold the Mysteries of Grace, And speak particularly to my case; Sweetly disclosing his experience; Extolling Mercy from his own deep sense; One that had been instructed by the Rod, And boiled over in the Praise of God: