4 Our Dependency Upon. And Beholdingnese to Free Grace -

Our dependency upon. and beholdingnese to free grace.

When'th Sun removes up from the earth
On hearbs, and trees ther is a dearth
The sap, to the root, descending
no nourishment, from thence doth spring
And speedyly
the branches dye.

Thus is it Lord, with my poor soull
When thou, on whom, it hath its whole
Dependance, goest away from it
And tak'st away, thy sweet spirit
I soon decay
and fade away.

I am like unto one, that's dead
When thou away, from me, art fled
I neither can, stir foot, or hand
At all to thee. but I do stand
As one bereft. of life, and left.

When the soull, from the body flys
A lump of clay, the body lys
So is my soull, if thou suspend
Thy grace from it, & doth not send
forth speedily
A fresh supply.

Without influence, from above
I cannot either stir. or move
My grace, that suffers great decays
When thou from it, withdrawst thy rays
I strive in vain
strength to regain.

I cannot (Lord,) think one good thought
Or speak a word, but I am brought
Unto the brink of misery
And filled, with perplexety
when thou from me
away dost flee.

Here by tis thou art pleas'd to hide
From man, occations of pride.
Whilst thou by this, dost let him see
His own strength, meer weaknese to be
Thus thou dost throw
proud self down low.

I never am so strong endeed
As when out of a sence of need
And spirittuall poverty
I run out of my self, & fly
to Christ alone
my only one.

Then may I say, and not say wrong
When I am weak, then I am strong
Not in my self, but in my head
When I by faith, to him am fled
And can depend
Strength, he will send.

Upon thy grace, I do depend
Strength I have none, except thou send
Down from above, a fresh suply
Of quikning grace, continually
it is thy hand
must make me stand.

Turn not a way from. me thy face
Whilst I am runing, in my race
For I doe stand as one afraid
My soull in me, is sore dismaid
when ever thou
dost bend the brow.

Oh let thy grace, my strength renew
Till this vain world, I .bid adeiw
And shall above, the clouds mount up
When filled full, shall be my cup
and I shall bee
perfect in thee.
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