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This sight removes all doubt and fear, 2 To love thee, Lord, -ah! this
With thy love my heart inspire,
There by faith for ever dwell;
Nothing but thy love to feel.
3 He bore the curse of all,
A spotless criminal:
Burden'd with our crimes and guilt, LAMB of God beloved,
Blacken'd with imputed sin, Once for sinners slain,
Man to save his blood he spilt, Thankful we remember,
Dy'd, to make the sinner clean. What thou didst sustain ;
4 Join earth and heav'n to bless Nothing thee incited
The Lord our Righteousness; But unbounded grace,
Sinn'd we all, and dy'd in One; To bear condemnation
Just in One we all are made: In the sinners' place.
Christ the law fulfill'd alone, 2 This fills me with rapture,
Dy'd for all, for all obey'd. That thou bar'st my smart,
5 In him complete I shine, And thy dying figure
His death, his life is mine;
Fully am I justify’d;
Free from sin, and more than free, Didst for me atone,
Guiltless, since for me he dy'd,
Righteous, since he liv'd for me! 3 In thy wounds, O Jesus !
6 Jesus! to thee I how, I have found true peace;
Approach thee humbly now. Thou in all distresses
O the depths of love divine ! Art my hiding-place;
Who thy wisdom's stores can tell? Unto thee I'll ever
Knowledge infinite is thine, Look with humble faith,
All thy ways unsearchable. And rejoice, and glory,
370. T. 206. In thy wounds and death.
FULL to my view,-In bloody hue, 4 I unworthy sinner
The Lamb of God Lie before thy throne;
Stretch'd out upon the wood, Tho'l scarce am able
With wounds and stripes and scarsa. To express, I own,
Appears, All my wants, dear Saviour,
The nails and spearow His body tear, Yet thou know'st them well;
And open wide Now in me the counsel
The fountain in his side. Of thy love fulfil.
2 His matchless worth-None can set
Or duly praise
grace; My love is crucify'd.
He bore most willingly-For me Break, this stony heart of mine, God's fiery wrath,
Pour my eyes a ceaseless flood, Which caus'd his death, Feel, my soul, the pangs divine, When on the cross
Catch, my heart, the issuing blood ! He died to ransom us.
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3 By his blood shed, -The Lamb hath
372. paid My ransom price,
I'M overcome with humble shame,
And blushes fill my face,
And when my faith can trace
How Jesus paid my ransom price, And solid happiness.
And himself a sacrifice : 4 .His cries and pray'rs.-His bitter I ever wish to be.
My gracious Saviour, near to thee tears, His bloody sweat,
2 'Tis then, with happy John, 1 view And all his torments great,
His body, mark'd with scars ; His stripes and ev'ry wound, -Abound Like Mary, I his feet bedew With life and grace, Yea lasting bliss:
With floods of sinner-tears; From Golgotha
I'm struck with this most charming sight My soul would never stray.
The Lamb of God is my delight,
The glory of the Trinity
In him by faith I see.
Healing wounds, and bitter death, Here would I ever stay,
With Jesus night and day:
WHAT praise unto the Lamb is due !
How should this themeoursouls inspire
When we his boundless love review,
And see him in his blood expire!
Or paint that strong and fervent zeal, 3 What can we-now give to thee, With which his tender heart was movid, For thy unexampled love!
When he sustain'd the pangs of hell!
2 While others make the law their aim, All that's good in us, we own,
Thence count their gain, thence
mourn their loss, Is not ours, but thine alone; Unto us belongeth shame;
We'll know, and seek no other name But all glory to thy name.
Than Jesus bleeding on the cross ; 4 Thro' thy grace,-may we always Jesus, the mourning sinner's feast, Put our trust in thee by faith,
The true believer's only Good; And rely-eternally
He longs to give, we long to taste On thy' meritorious death :
Ourmeatand drink his flesh and blood. Fill our hearts with constant peace, 3 In lively colors, Jesus, draw [breast; Till in thee we end our race,
Thy bleeding wounds within my And shall thee for evermore,
And make thy dying love my law, 'Midst the ransom'd hosts adore. Till sin is wholly dispossest:
By grace alone we wish to live, 2. O may I humbly onward move,
While dying here I stay,
And Jesus, whom my soul doth love,
Which before the cross I spend, Ever new to us!
Nothing e'er divert our spirit;
Mercy's streams, in streams of blood; All we think or do.
Time's numberless dimensions,
In spirit I have trac'd :
To GOLGOTHA: 0! God be prais'd!
I'm a miracle of grace.
my tears his feet I'll bathe; Your grateful lauds to Jesus raise,
Life deriving from his death. For he became a sacrifice,
Procuring our salvation.
With our Saviour,
Blessed be his name for ever!
And give him thanks and praise! Lamb!
And own with wonder filld, We, sinful worms, with humble shame
Made me thy pardon'd child. For us thy soul was sore dismay'd,
For us thy body was tormented,
For us thou bowd'st thy sacred head,
Thus, by thy death, death's power
On this thy sacrifice;
O that we may forget it never !
From judgment us to free for ever.
XXI. Of the Love of JESUS.
382*. THOU Source of love, thcu sinners' WHOM dear Redeemer, dost thou Friend,
love ? Thy mercy who can comprehend? What doth thy highest pleasure prove ? Who ever can presume to say, Whom dost thou favor,cheer,and bless, Helov'd, ere thou badst shown the way? And call to endless happiness? Thou, who hast lov'd us from eternity, Thou who art holy, great, unchangeable, Doth raise within us genuine love to The mighty God, yet our Immanuel! thee.
2 Theanswer humble thanks doth claim,
Thou shalt my pardon, help and glory
When we survey thy boundless grace!
To know our own depraved heart,
And thy great name, and what thou art,
prove; 4 However weak and helpless we,
This makes us sink abas'd with shame However pow'rful sin may be,
and love. Thou art our Strength in ev'ry case ; 4 We all know who, and what we are, Thro' thy support and aiding grace And all with one consent declare, We firmly trust that we shall con. That we no good in us could find qu'rors prove,
To move thee, Lord, to be so kind : Since thou dost give us vict'ry from Yet many here with inward rapture feel above.
Thy Spirit's unction, and assuring seal. 5 Lo, we fall down with filial fear,
5 O ground us deeper still in thee, Conscious that thou art present here; And let us thy true follwers be; We humbly laud thy saving name, And when of thee we testify, We sink, abas’d with humble shame, Fill thou our souls with heav'nly joy : Almighty God, before thy glorious May thy blest Spiritall our souls inspire, "throne;
And set each cold and lifeless heart on And thee ouronly Lord and Saviourown.
fire. 6 Reach out thy sceptre, King of love, 6 Our souls and bodies, Lord, prepare, Let us thy royal favor prove, That we rich fruit for thee may bear; Who, conscious of our indigence, Grant we may live unto thy praise, Approach thy throne with confidence; And serve thy cause with faithfulness; o teach our lips to praise, our hearts. Since grace and truth is our hearts' ...to glow,
wish and aim, Oureyes with grateful tears to overflow. To glorify in us thy saving name.
383.* T. 90.
2 Weak, helpless babes, 'lis true weare,
Poor sinners, but from guilt mąde clear; My Saviour, thou thy love to me The virtue of that blood,
In want, in pain, inshame,hast shown; Which did for all our sins atone, For me thou on th' accursed tree, We have experienc'd, and have known
Didst by thy. precious blood, atone: From thence the quick’ning pow's Thy death upon my heart impress, of God. That nothing may it thence erase,
3 And now we nothing can reply, 2 0 that my heart, which open stands, But humbly at thy feet we lie, May catch each drop, that tort'ring Astonish'd at thy grace, pain,
That vile and wretched as we are, Arm'd by my sins,'wrung from thy hands, Such undeserved love we share;
Thy feet, thy head, thy ev'ry vein: To thee is due eternal praise. That still my breast may heave with sighs 4 When we thy boundless love survey, Still tears of love o'erflow mine eyes: Our hearts like was then melt away, 3 O that I, like a little child,
Our eyes with tears o'erflow,
"And lowly mind into my breast : And him to follow here below.
I now and ever be
T. 580. 4 What in thy love possess I not? CHRIST, my Redeemer, Lord & God, My Star by night, my Sun by day,
How came I, sinner void of good, My Spring of life, when parch'd with
To that blest company drought,
Of ransom'd souls, who are in faith My Wine to cheer, my Bread to stay, United, grounded on thy death, My strength, my shield, my safe Abode,
Why didst thou fix thy choice on me? My Robe before the throne of God!
2 When I to thee for succor cry'd, 5 From all eternity with love
Thý bounty all my wants supply'd;. Unchangeable thou hast me view'd;
I brought to thee a heart
Thy tender mercies me pursu'd: A spark of love divine t admit;
But now 'tis kindled by thy smart. And close me in on ev'ry side.
3 Tho’I to mercy had no right, 6 In suff’ring be thy love my peace, Yet I found favor in thy sight,
In weakness be thy love my pow'r; Like Magd'len at thy feet; And when the storms of life shall cease, so that I now, supremely blest, Jesus, in that important hour,
In thee have found trụe peace and rest, In death, as life, be thou my Guide,
Yea happiness, and joy completę. And save me, who for me hast dy'd.
THE Lord my Shepherd is and Guide,
To save our souls from death : From dangers will protect me. We humbly at thy feet fall down, He leads me to a pasture-ground, And thee thy body's Saviour own,
Where for my soul rich food is found, On whom we firmly trust by faith. The word of his salvation.