The Lord hath delivered my soul in peace. Psalms 55:18.
O Lord, give me grace always to seek and find rest for my spirit and conscience in thy wounds, and never yield to the condemnation of the law; but to be as ready on the other hand to mortify the desires of the flesh, so as to fall neither into slavish fear, and distrust, nor into carnal rest and security; but to make good use both of the law and the gospel in its turn, and so to adorn myself continually, that I may be ready to follow thy call to the place of everlasting rest, without any further warning.
Jesus, I throw my arms around,
And hang upon thy breast;
Without a gracious smile from thee,
My spirit cannot rest.
Oh! tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on thy hands;
Show me some promise in thy book,
Where my salvation stands.
Give me one kind assuring word.
To sink my fears again;
And cheerfully my soul shall wait,
Her threescore years and ten.