free grace the souls encouragment to seek after great things, July 9 72

What is the reason thou shouldst not
My soull upon high projecks plot
seeing that grace is free
It may incourage thee
Still to persue
for somthing new.

I can see nothing, in my self
Should make me cease, to seek that wealth
that's freely given to
all those that in truth doe
Make it. their ayme
to get the same.

For if unworthynese might be
A let, or hindrance, to the free
And boundlese, grace of god
I then might cease, to plod
all hopes were gone
to built apon.

But blessed be, this rich, free grace
So sutable, unto my case
Without this I should ly
In such perplexety
as sad despair
should, be my fare.

But now which way, so e're I look
out of my way each let is took
And answer, ther is made
To what ere can be said
by a cunning
devill. or sin.

I may such arguments draw forth
From my own sinfullnese, as doth
Thy grace still magnifie
And lift it up on high
Whilst I run more
on graces score.

Is sin, temptation, poverty
And want, an object fitt to try
Thine own free graces, skill
Then here oh Lord, it will
be throughly try'd
and magnifi'd.

Here is a large feild, for, thy free
Grace, to work in always in mee
Here's work in ev'ry part
And corner, of my hart
to hard for me
but not for thee.

I have no riches to impead
Why thou shouldst not me, take and lead
To graces tresurys
of free, & rich supplys
for misery
and poverty.

Streangth I have none, that thou shouldst Leave
Me unto that, which will deceive
I meane, legs of my own
I cannot goe alone
They ar so weak
Lean'd on theyl break.

Food I have none, to live upon
But what doth come, from grace alone
Hunger gives right to bread
That by which thine ar fed
I shall not starve
whilest grace, doth carve.

Drink I have none, to quench my thurst
Drink I must have or dy I must
Free grace intitles me
Unto this promise free
come take your fill
whoever will.

But whether do I start aside
This is nott the thing, by me ey'd
But I would plead for more
From this abundant store
of rich, free grace
whilst in my race.

The same free grace, that dos bestow
A dram, can pounds weights, to me throw
A drop's no easier
To give, then a greater
measure, from the
infinet sea.

The weaker, is the instrument
On which thou workst, the more twill tend
To thy free graces, praise
When thou from it, shalt raise
glory, it will
Shew forth thy skill.

It matters nott, what I deserve
Acordingly, thou wilt not carve
For then, I should have Just
Nothing att all but must
Lye down in greif
without releif.

Give me then much, and take the praise
Of thine, own, influenciall rays
Give me the largest share
Of grace, and I'le not care
A straw for this
worlds Joy, and blise.