4. I'm loft in Wonder and Amaze, Here I'll abide and melt and gaze,

"Tis God's beloved Son !

How heavy is that Weight he bears, His Soul's opprefs'd with Grief and Fears,

The bitter Cup comes on. 5. Lord, doft thou fuffer thus for me? Doft Thou feel all this Mifery,

To give me Life and Peace? Then will I bear this on my Heart, "My all is purchas'd with Thy Smart,"

Thy Blood figns my Release. 6. But fee thy Lord dragg'd like a

Thief,

For thee he bore this fhame and grief, Taunts, Buffetings, and Stripes: See him nail'd to the Crofs's Wood, Defpis'd by Man, and bath'd in Blood!

Thy Debt away this wipes.
7. Yet look again, and thou fhalt fee.
O'er Death he gets the Victory,
And ftands at God's Right hand,

A Prieft for ever to remain,
The Lamb from everlasting flain;
His Kingdom faft shall stand.

8. Behold, in Heav'n all bow the Knee

To him who hung upon the Tree,

And Adoration pay Then, O my Soul, do thou afpire In Heart and Mind to join this choir, And thy dear Lord obey.

I finn'd, and knew no better,
'Till Blood me heal'd:
The Lamb my Juftifier,
My Freedom's Buyer,
Did free me from th' old Lyar,
And was my Shield.

2. The Law did curfe and thunder; I did fink under,

"Till my Self-Fin'ry's Plunder

I from me shook.

The Bars were broke asunder,
When I did look,

And in my Heart could ponder
With Joy and Wonder,
That on th' accurs'd Tree yonder
Th' Hand-writing ftuck.
On Him on th' Crofs extended
then depended:

3.

I

I was from Foes defended,
In Safety kept.
My Grief was fully ended,
In Peace I flept.
And when ought me affailed,
When ought I ailed,
My Lamb's Wounds never failed,
To them I crept.

4. Nor will my Lamb fo tender Me now furrender;

He will be my Defender
Eternally.

Praifes to him I render

Most heartily. His Wounds are all

My only Pleasure,

my

Treasure,

I find beyond all Measure
His Love to me,

5. In Him I am fecured,
To Love inured:

God, who as Man endured

The Crofs's Grief,

Hath by his Wounds allured

Me Sinner chief.

His Blood hath made me venture His Heart to enter

Till to the very Center,

For my Relief.

By Sin beguiled,

Come hither, and be oiled

With Blood all o'er.

The Lamb's fo undefiled
Red purple Gore,
Alone to help is able
The miserable;

Self-Help's a Dream and Fable,
In Him is more.

7. Yes, yes, thy Wounds, O Jefus, Can quite releafe us;

They can refresh and ease us
In all Heart's Pain.
Therefore fhall nothing please us,
But the Lamb flain.
Would Fear and Terror feize us,
Or the World teafe us,
We thro' thy Wounds, O Jefus!
Relief obtain.

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AMB, what Wonders haft Thou wrought? Thou haft Sinners dearly bought: Helpless, vile, unthankful we, We have Right to come to Thee. 2. Doom'd by Law to endless Pains, Captive held by thoufand Chains, Lamb! one Thing has brought us thro';

'Twas Thy being flaughter'd fo. 3. Who then would not come to thee? Who need fear, he loft fhould be? Ev'ry one that comes, Thou tak'st, Ev'ry Yoke and Chain thou break'st, 4. Sin and Mis'ry, Guilt and Fear, Stop Thee not, but bring Thee near. Go, ye Sinners; this I know, I have-ye may find it fo. 5. O that all my Words would hear, O would Sinners lend an Ear! Would they go, they all would find, That He cafteth none behind.

"Henceforth keep thy eye on me, "Thou shalt ne'er forfaken be; "I for Thee have fhed my Blood, "Should I keep back other Good? Io. Who can tell how much He'll fay, Talking with us Night and Day? Do not think, it is not true! This He even means for you.

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A Multitude of Things;
Still wishing to find out that Point,
From whence Salvation fprings.
My Anchor's caft! caft on a Rock,
Where I fhall ever rest

O more with trembling heart
I try

From all the labour of my thoughts,

And Workings of my Brealt. 2. What is my Anchor? if you afk A hungry helpless Mind, Diving, with Mis'ry for its Weight,

Till firmeft Grace it find. What is my Rock? 'Tis Jefus Christ,

Whom faithlefs Eyes pass o'er; Yet There all Sinners anchor may, And ne'er be fhaken more..

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For me, and Adam's ev'ry Son ; Yea, that I am a chofen one.

I'm chofen to

my Choice?

Can ought elfe on Earth's Face be spy'd,

To make me heartily rejoice? O no! there's nothing but my Lamb, That can with Godly Joy inflame. 2. My Lamb, and his dear Wounds and Blood,

Take up my Heart both Day and
Night:

That I've a Lamb, I thank my God,
And like a Child there find Delight.
Let all rejoice, that they can hide
Themselves within his open Side.
3. I am not only fatisfy'd,
But more; my heart doth leap in me,
That I, a Worm, am thus fupply'd,
Could fo divinely furnish'd be:
Why should one finner ftill complain,
Since we've a lamb that has been flain?
4. Come then, ye Sinners, come but
here,

And view your Lord with ftedfaft eve; His Blood will make you Children dear,

But come, and to his Wounds draw

Which goes thro' her, whene'er her dear

And lovely husband comes quite near. 3. When his Blood-Balfam comes with Pow'r

And makes her feel quite well all o'er,
When his Embraces chear her Heart,
She feels it in her ev'ry Part..
4. I, little Part, then feel it too;
I feel fomething I never knew
Before I was one of His Bride,
Whom He builds from his bleeding

Side.

5. Yet, Adam's Children! you shall fee,

That Chrift dy'd not alone for me And for my Brethren; no, 'tis true, Who dy'd for us, He dy'd for you. 6. He never thought on that Decree, That certain fouls he would not free : He came to fave, not to destroy; This

grieves his Heart, that gives Him Joy.

7. He fends abroad his Meffengers, And ev'ry one of them declares Pardon from Sin in Jefu's Name, Who was made Sin and bore Sin's Shame.

8. Good Tidings full of Joy they preach :

In Chrift's Stead Sinners they befeech
To be now reconcil'd, and come
To Him, who bore their Guilt and
Doom.

9. He is a Saviour of all Men;
Yet more fo, of his chosen Train,
The Church, which is his Body stil'd,
His Fullness by whom all is fill'd.

1 Tim. iv. 10.

10. And of that Church I am a Part, Therefore is fo rejoic'd my Heart.

My

My Saviour's blood from ev'ry wound

Is our Election's only Ground,

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Blood;

Without it, there's no church of God: But now there is, and glad am I That I am of this Family.

12. I am of Philadelphia, Whofe ev'ry Member does betray Death, and Blood, and

Itself by

Wounds," When fo quite from the heart it founds.

13. Don't think, ye Men who learn the Tone

Of Lamb's Blood! that with us ye're one:

You ftrive t'exprefs yourselves fomehow

As we, yet your Hearts do not glow.

14.

Your Tongues are full of Blood
and Death,

Yet fuch as know the Shibboleth,
Can foon perceive, as you it fpell,
You have not Him of whom you tell,
15. May Jefus grant you Eyes to fee,
And Hearts to feel the Mystery!
For, without Love to Chrift the Lord,
Like founding Brass you speak the
Word.

16. O Jefu, Jefu! O my Lamb!
O keep my Heart always on Flame :
I want thy Blood with all it's Power,
Lukewarm I would not be one hour.

My heart nought elfe can fay; Since 'tis by that, and only that,

My Sins are wash'd away.

2. 'Tis with that Blood, that I am bought

From Curfe, and Death, and Hell; Tis with that Blood I'm fanctify'd, Made meet in Heav'n to dwell. What but that Blood fhould fill my Heart,

3.

Since 'tis by Blood I live? Since 'tis the Gift the Father fent, When He his Son did give?

4. Since by his Blood the Son me bought,

For me Salvation gain'd; And not me only, but all Souls Of ev'ry Age and Land? 5. Then come, ye Sinners! come and dip

In Jefu's precious Blood, "Twill cleanfe from finful Leprofy, And make all fresh and good. 6. O! it exceeds Bethesda far,

And Jordan River's Stream, And Siloam's Pool, and all Things else;

Come wash, and you'll be clean.

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OW can a Sinner hear these Words: Grace, Jefus, Blood, and Wounds, And not difcern that Harmony,

Which from each Word refounds? 2. For, oh! 'tis ravishing and sweet Unto a Sinner true,

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When Jefus fays, I wounded was, And bled to Death for you."