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Applying for Relief to the All-Sufficiency of Christ.
Rev. iii. 17, 18. Long Metre.
I
I hear the Counsel of a Friend;To the kind Voice, my Soul, attend.
“Come, Sinners, wretched, blind, and poor,
“Come, draw from my unbounded Store.
II
“I only ask you to receive,“For freely I my Blessings give.”
Jesus, and are thy Treasures free,
Then I may dare to come to Thee?
III
I come for Grace, that Gold refin'd,T' enrich and beautify my Mind,
Grace that will Trials well endure,
By Trials more divinely pure;
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IV
Naked I come for that bright Dress,Thy perfect spotless Righteousness,
That glorious Robe, so richly dy'd
In thine own Blood, my Shame to hide.
V
Like Bartimeus, Lord, to TheeI come: O give the Blind to see!
Ev'n Clay is Eye-salve in thine Hand,
If Thou the Blessing but command.
VI
Poor, naked, blind I hither came,O let me not depart the same!
Let me return, All-gracious Lord,
Enrich'd, adorn'd, to Sight restor'd.
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