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.
11.
Plenty in the Time of Dearth. Gen. xli, 56.
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.
