Inur’d to dangers, griefs, and woes,
    Train’d up ’midst perils, deaths, and foes,
    I said “Must it thus ever be?—­
    No quiet is permitted me.”

    Hard hap, and more than heavy lot! 
    I pray’d to God “Forget me not—­
    What thou ordain’st willing I’ll bear;
    But O! deliver from despair!”

    Strivings and wrestlings seem’d in vain;
    Nothing I did could ease my pain: 
    Then gave I up my works and will,
    Confess’d and own’d my doom was hell!

    Like some poor pris’ner at the bar,
    Conscious of guilt, of sin and fear,
    Arraign’d, and self-condemned, I stood—­
    ‘Lost in the world, and in my blood!’

    Yet here,’midst blackest clouds confin’d,
    A beam from Christ, the day-star, shin’d;
    Surely, thought I, if Jesus please,
    He can at once sign my release.

    I, ignorant of his righteousness,
    Set up my labours in its place;
    ’Forgot for why his blood was shed,
    And pray’d and fasted in its stead.’

    He dy’d for sinners—­I am one! 
    Might not his blood for me atone? 
    Tho’ I am nothing else but sin,
    Yet surely he can make me clean!

    Thus light came in, and I believ’d;
    Myself forgot, and help receiv’d! 
    My Saviour then I know I found,
    For, eas’d from guilt, no more I groan’d.

    O, happy hour, in which I ceas’d
    To mourn, for then I found a rest! 
    My soul and Christ were now as one—­
    Thy light, O Jesus, in me shone!

    Bless’d be thy name, for now I know
    I and my works can nothing do;
    “The Lord alone can ransom man—­
    For this the spotless Lamb was slain!”

    When sacrifices, works, and pray’r,
    Prov’d vain, and ineffectual were,
    “Lo, then I come!” the Saviour cry’d,
    And, bleeding, bow’d his head and dy’d!

    He dy’d for all who ever saw
    No help in them, nor by the law:—­
    I this have seen; and gladly own
    “Salvation is by Christ alone[W]!”

FOOTNOTES: 

[Footnote V:  John xvi. 13, 14. &c.]

[Footnote W:  Acts iv. 12.]

CHAP.  XI.

The author embarks on board a ship bound for Cadiz—­Is near being shipwrecked—­Goes to Malaga—­Remarkable fine cathedral there—­The author disputes with a popish priest—­Picking up eleven miserable men at sea in returning to England—­Engages again with Doctor Irving to accompany him to Jamaica and the Mosquito Shore—­Meets with an Indian prince on board—­The author attempts to instruct him in the truths of the Gospel—­Frustrated by the bad example of some in the ship—­They arrive on the Mosquito Shore with some slaves they purchased at Jamaica, and begin to cultivate a plantation—­Some