Tried, and Coming Forth as Gold

A Short HYMN, To Assist the Pauses of a SELF-EXAMINATION. The Trial of a Soul,


My Soul , Dost thou a Precious Christ
Prize above all, & Place on High?
And on His Gospel-way to Rest ,
Rest , and with Purest Hopes rely!


My Soul , The Death of Every Sin
Dost thou as thy own Life pursue!
And welcome any Bitter Thing
That will more Bitter Sin Subdue?


My Soul , To Know and Serve thy God,
To all things here dost thou prefer?
And as a Brother Seek the Good
Of all that His dear Children are?

Coming into the Covenant of GOD

LORD, Sav'd by Grace , how Rich & Free!
My Quick'ned Soul comes at thy call.
I to Thy COVENANT agree;
JESUS, My Head , Fulfill it all!
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