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BOOK I. Yet have been upheld till now ; Who could hold me up but thou ?

6 Thou hast help d in every need, This emboldens me to plead ; After so much mercy past, Canst thou let me sink at last ?

7 No I must maintain my hold ; Tis thy goodness makes me bold ; I can no denial take, When I plead for Jesu s sake.

1 MY soul once had its plenteous years, And throve, with peace and comfort fill d, Like the fat kine and ripen d ears Which Pharaoh in his dream beheld.

2 With pleasing frames and grace received, With means and ordinances fed, How happy for a while I lived, And little fear d the want of bread !

3 But famine came, and left no sign Of all the plenty I had seen ; Like the dry ears and half-starved kine, I then look d wither d, faint, and lean.

4 To Joseph the Egyptians went ; To Jesus I made known my case : He, when my little stock was spent, Open d his magazine of grace.

5 For he the time of dearth foresaw, And made provision long before ; That famish d souls, like me, might draw Supplies from his unbounded store.

6 Now on his bounty I depend, And live from fear of dearth secure : Maintain d by such a mighty friend, I cannot want till he is poor.