Or e'er feel Difcontent, Fret at his Government; When He by Suff'rings went To purchase Peace for me. 9. Sweet Jefu! may thy Blood O'erftream me like a Flood, "Till all, which Thee withftood, Obeys thy Holy Will; Thy Wounds in Hands and Feet, And Side, be ever fweet, That there I may retreat,

And dwell fecure from Ill.

10. There may I watch and pray, And in Grace each Day, grow And thankfully there ftay,

"Till Thou me hence fhalt call: Then will it be my Gain, Το

go to Thee once flain, Ever with Thee remain,

And 'fore thy Feet to fall. 11. "Till Thou my Soul translate, While here my Change I wait, On Thee I'll meditate,

Adored, wounded Lamb! O! guide me by that Light, Which fhines from Thee fo bright, And make my Heart upright, Thy Will be all my Aim!

Thee

Till I come to fee

Yet with greatest Joy

Lies in his Blood, and ev'ry Good For Worms, and Sinners poor; Ye Sinners, own him, and adore.

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Bein ein ger glaubens-grund.

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HAT Covenant of Blood, Seal'd once upon the Wood,

here;

And does, with Reafon good, 'Gainft other empty Sound All my Senfes barr: God its Name fo fait Can alone declare. 2. I in One God believe! The fame, who once did live

Scom'd

Scorn'd in this World and mean;
Whofe Death this Fruit doth give,
That we're deliver'd clean :
Wherewith, what of old
Was to th' Antients told,
Does agree and hold.

3. Says the New Teftament's Writ:
Jehovah, Lord of Might
THimfelf hath reconcil'd
The World, call'd Jefus right;
He of his Godhead spoil'd,
In Man's Likeness was,
And did Flesh embrace
Mis'rable and base.

4. He on this Earth did walk,
His Burden undertake,
Sore Poverty endure,

And fuffer for Love's Sake
The Pain for Sins impure;
Yea, their perfect Weight,
Tho' to Him not sweet,
Did to bear submit.
5. So He himself difpos'd
To be a Ranfom just;
And that ftrong Penance-fmart,
On which our Hope's repos'd,
Thro' ev'ry Vein and Part,
Under God's ftrict Hand,
Being thereto ordain'd,
Tremblingly fuftain'd.
6. He, lastly, all to feal,
With well-confider'd Zeal,

8. He's now gone up on high,
Our Head and Christ thereby;
There on the Throne doth fit,
Yet ftill keeps in his Eye
That for which He did fweat;
And no Drop so small
Then did from Him fall,
Which can't wash us all.
9. "Tis He, thro' whom I free
The Father's Face can fee:
He too at me doth look,
For what Him griev'd in me,
Chrift quite away hath took;
Since He all did clear,
I no Judgment fear
Here, nor yet elsewhere.
10. Thro' Him I all poffefs:
Mention what Gift you please,
He fweated, it to gain;
On Him, with all my Stress,
As my fure Staff, I lean;
He fupports with Care,
Without Him I ne'er

Could me upright bear.
11. Thro' Him I'm from all Chain
Of Vaffalage, which fain
The Foe would claim, releas'd:
So that herewith the Train
Of Sins, my own old Vest,
Rots away, bedew'd

By the Lamb's dear Blood,
For each Purpose, good.

Let ftream, fo that it fell

Mild as a Bleffing's Flood

On the Crofs's Tree,
Where thou might'ft Him fee
Plainly die for thee.

7. He also bury'd was,
And all Things came to pafs
As it had written been ;
A Guard did watch the Place,
But He must rise again;
As the Bible Spoke,
When the third Day broke,
He the Grave forfook.

That Sinner I am not,
(I feel I am, and know ;)
Yet Sin is from me put,
Thank God! I this avow,
While the Blood's pure Sway,
Prefent Day by Day,
Hath it driv'n away.
13. Beneath my Feet it now
So lies, I need not do
According to its Will;

Yea, if fome Pain should grow,
Yet all muft foon be still;

In fuch Cafe to aid,
Hangs the Lamb once dead,
On the Cross display'd.

14. This God, in Heart ador'd,
The fame is, in a Word,
To whom I live henceforth,
And do belong, this Lord
To ferve and praise on Earth:
Joyfully I own,

He hath Right alone
To Soul, Flesh and Bone.

15. That Robe and rich Array
On Glory's awful Day,
With the Lamb's Blood doth fhine:
The Crofs's Fruit, I fay,
His Righteousness divine,
(Which here painted lies,)
Is thro' Earth and Skies
My full Ranfom-price.
16. He is, to speak in brief,
(All Honour to my Chief!)
Always all Things to me:
Without Demurr or Strife,
I to his Words agree;
Yea, till my Life's End,
On this God my Friend,
Shall my Faith depend!

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Whence was I brought?
From Darkness was fought,

And led to that Kingdom which
Chrift's Blood hath bought!

2. Here shines a clear Light, And ravishing Sight

Of Jefus the Saviour, who's God's Image bright.

3. Here is the Lamb's Blood,

Adorable Good;

Or fhould it affault me, I feek my Lord's Breaft.

6. His Love and his Care,

I plainly read there:

In His kind Protection I fhall ever. share.

7. To fit at His Feet, O this is most sweet;

For where fuch another Friend e'er can I meet?

8. To tell what he's done, My Soul when he won,

Indeed I'm not able, I'll let that alone.

9. I once was his Foe, But now, fince I know That He hath dy'd for me, I cannot be fo.

10. Now deep in my Heart Lies his Blood and Smart; The Enmity therefore must fly and depart.

11. O Jefus my Lamb! A Sinner I am,

For Thy Love fign'd with Blood proclaimeth my Shame.

Till wearied I cried out for Grace, And then the Saviour took me home.

2. Now fafe He hides me in his Wounds

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Worthy Lamb! what endless

Of Bleffings from thy Wounds flow o'er,

To me, unworthy, poor and base,
Made blefs'd and happy in thy grace!
2. Can I enough think on that Blood,
Which day and night I find fo good!
Thy Blood will every Grief affwage,
Throughout my earthly Pilgrimage.
3. Can I enough adore Thy Love,
In bringing me this Grace to prove?
When fuch vaft Numbers loudly fay,
Chrift faves thofe only who obey.
4. Henceforth dear Lamb! I know
I ought

To live to thee, who haft me bought:
But my Obedience nothing brings,
Adoption from thy blood fill fprings.
5. Then can a Child of God e'er fay:

I work and labour for my Pay? Can he forget his Ranfom-Price, The Saviour's bloody Sacrifice? 6. To all good Fruits, my gracious

Lord!

As wounded for my Sin! 'Twas thy dear Wounds my Guilt reveal'd,

Thy ftreaming blood as balfam heal'd, Abfolv'd, and wafh'd me clean. 2. O! I remember my fad State, The bitter Enmity and Hate

Which in my Heart I felt: Ev'n then, O jefu dear! thy Grace Would fhew me, when fo dead and bafe,

How Thou the worft canft melt. 3. I well remember, all my Pain, My Toil and Labour was but vain,

"Till thou didft Pardon give: Sweet was thy Pardon to my Soul, My Sin-fick Heart was foon made whole;

By Grace, free Grace, I live. 4. O may this Grace yet melt me

more,

And keep me always humble, poor,

Right thankful for thy Blood: May I fo feel my Wretchedness, That I, entitled to thy Grace,

May cleave to thee, my God. 5. Thy Blood and Wounds be my Delight;

Difplay them ever to my Sight,

And ftrengthen my weak Eyes, That Form, wherein my Lord was That I may constantly behold fold,

And hear his Groans and Cries. 6. This Sight and Sound my Heart will touch,

That he for me should bear fo much, Who's the true Lord of all!

The

The everlasting Father He,
The God from all Eternity,

Before whofe Wounds I fall. 7. He, as the Godhead muft affright, And dazzle a poor Sinner's Sight, Did vail it in our Flesh: There we may fee him to our Joy, There we may Heart and Mind em. ploy,

And 'twill our Souls refresh.

8. The Meditation on his Wounds, And on that Grace, which there abounds,

And centers in his Blood; This does poor Sinners happy keep; The Shepherd here doth feed his Sheep,

They reft in Pafture good.

9. They know his Voice: he knows each Name;

Had he not call'd, they ne'er had

came,

3. Duft and Ashes tho' we be,
Full of Guilt and Mifery;
Thine we are, Thou Son of God,
Take the Purchase of Thy Blood.
4. Who in Heart on Thee believes,
He th' Atonement now receives,
He with Joy beholds thy Face,
Triumphs in thy pard'ning Grace.
5. See, ye Sinners! fee the Flame,
Rifing from the slaughter'd Lamb,
Marks the new, the living Way,
Leading to eternal Day.

6. Jefu, when this Light we fee,
All our Soul's athirst for Thee;
When thy quick'ning Power we
prove,

All our Heart diffolves in Love.
7. Boundlefs Wisdom, Pow'r divine,
Love unfpeakable are thine;
Praife by all to Thee be giv'n,
Sons of Earth, and Hofts of Heav'n.