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& I view the Lamb in his own light, 15 Sure never till my latest breath Whom angels dimly see:
Can I forget that look ; And gaze, transported at the sight, It seem’d to charge me with his death, To all eternity
Tho' not a word he spoke. 288.
4 My conscience felt, and own'd the O CAN it be that I should gain
And plung'd me in despair ;
sins his blood had spilt, Dy'd he for me, who caus'd his pain ?
And help'd to nail him there.
But now my tears are vain; 2 'Tis myst'ry all; my Maker dies !
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain. Who can explore his vast design? In vain the highest seraph tries 6 A second look he gave, which said,
To sound the depths of love divine; “ I freely all forgive; When this became my only plea This blood is for thy ransom paid, He freely pardon'd sinful me.
I die, that thou may'st live." 3 He left his Father's throne above, 7 Thus, while his death my sin displays So free, so infinite his grace!
In all its blackest hue, Compellid by everlasting love, (Such is the mystery of grace)
He bled for Adam's helpless race ; It seals my pardon too. 'Tis mercy all, immense and free, I know that Jesus saved me.
8 With pleasing grief and mournful joy,
My spirit now is fillid, 4 Long my imprison'd spirit lay That I should such a life destroy,
Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Yet live by him I killd.
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NOT all the blood of beasts My chains fell off immediately,
On Jewish altars slain, I rose, went forth, my heart was free. Could give the guilty conscience peace, 5 No condemnation now I dread,
Or wash away the stain. Jesus, and all in him, is mine: 2 Christ, the true Paschal Lamb, Alive in him my living Head,
Takes all our sins away; And cloth'd in righteousness divine, A sacrifice of nobler name, Now humbly I approach the throne, And richer blood than they. And claim the crown thro' Christ my 3 My faith would lay the hand
On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess
sin. IN evil long I took delight, 4 Lord, I look back to see Unaw'd by shame or fear,
The burdens thou didst bear, Till a new object struck my sight, When hanging on the shameful tree;
And stopp'd my wild career. And know my guilt was there. 2 I saw One hanging on a tree, 5 Believing we rejoice In agonies and blood,
Our curse he did remove; Who fix'd his languid eyes on me,
Webless the Lamb with cheerful voice, As near his cross I stood.
And sing his bleeding love.
3 I'll never cease repeating How lost was my condition,
My numberless complaints, Till Jesus made me whole !
But ever be intreating There is but one Physician
Thee, glorious King of saints,
To form me in thine image, Can cure a sin-sick soul!
And fill Near unto death he found me,
soul with love,
Till I to thee my homage And snatch'd me from the
grave; To tell to all around me,
Pay with the saints above. His wond'rous pow'r to save. 2 A dying, risen, Jesus,
294. T. 22. Seen by the eye of faith,
The one thing needful, that good part, At once from danger frees us, Which Mary chose with all her heart, Apd saves the soul from death: I would
with heart and mind, Come then, to this Physician, And seek unweary'd till I find. His help he'll freely give,
2 Hidden in Christ the treasure lies, He makes no hard condition,
That goodly pearl of so great price; 'Tis only-look and live.
No other way but Christ there is
To endless happiness and bliss.
3 But Oh, I'm blind and ignorant, Thy pard’ning grace I wish to feel; Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, I want, Give life unto my lifeless heart,
To guide me in the narrow road And my diseases kindly heal:
That leads to happiness and God. Hear, Jesus, hear my
4 My mind enlighten with thy light, And me as thine in mercy own. That I may understand aright 2 Vain are all other helps beside,
The glorious gospel-mystery, Such favours only from thee flow;
Which shows the wayto heav'n and thee. Other physicians have I try'd, 5 O Jesus Christ, my Lord and God,
Yet only worse and worse I grow: Who hast redeem'd me by thy blood;
unto me: “ Be thou clean.” That we may never parted be.
T. 58. MY Lord, how great the favor, THE more forgiveness thou dost deign That I a sinner poor,
t' afford, Can, thro' thy blood's sweet savor, The more thou art belov’d, most graApproach thy mercy-door !
cious Lord : And find an open passage
We are all great sinners, before thee, Unto the throne of grace,
Saviour, Then wait the welcome message O therefore grant to us
the That bids me go in peace.
To love thee much. 2 In my forlorn condition,
2 How merciful art thou, O God of Who else could give me aid ?
love! Where could I meet compassion, How doth each needy soul thy comBut in the church's Head ?
forts prove! In mercy, O receive me,
Who to thee can render due compenThou God, who hearest pray’r! sation ? From ev'ry evil save me,
In heav'n and earth thy mercy and Dispel each needless fear.
compassion Unequall'd are !
grace and 296. s. 14.
2 A sinner on mere mercy cast, Thou, Lord, must for thy sake forgive, Thy mercy I embrace, It cannot be for mine;
And gladly own from first to last, My pow'r, the pardon to receive, That I am sav'd by grace.
My faith, is all divine:
XVII. Of the Surrender of the Heart to Jesus.
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Have sav'd and rescu'd me;
And how thy cleansing blood, UNTO the Lamb of God,
heart by faith, Who to retrieve
Hath brought me nigh to God:
Amaz'd at grace so free, Unto the Prince of Life,
Bestow'd on such a wretched worm, Who felt such racking pain,
And ask, “ How can it be, While he the vengeance due to me That sinners base and vile Did willingly sustain:
Should be so greatly lov'd, 2 To him I wholly give
Wbo cost thee so much pain and grief, Myself this day anew,
And so ungrateful prov'd ?”
Hath kept with watchful care; That with me he
Thy great compassion never faild, What's pleasing in his sight, Thou heardst my needy pray'r ; And from me take whate'er him grieves, This makes me firmly trust Whate'er he sees not right,
That thou wilt guide me still, 3 How very weak I am,
And guard me safe throughout the way My Saviour well can see,
That leads to Zion's Hill. And how exceeding short I fall,
8 Dear Saviour, I resign Of what I ought to be:
Mv worthless heart to thee; Compassionate High-Priest,
And whether cheerful or distress'd, To thee I must appeal;
Thine, thine alone I'll be ; My numberless infirmities
My only aim is this O kindly haste to heal !
(O may I it fulfil!) 4 In thy most precious blood,
Thee to exalt with all my strength, Which from thy open'd veins,
And do thy holy will.
T. 22. It is thy daily care,
O GOD of mercy, grace and love! Thy helpless sheep to feed;
Thy yearning bowels did thee move, To purify their spotted souls, To call me from death's gloomy night And gently them to lead.
Into thy own amazing light. 5 Redeemer of my soul !
2 I once was wholly dead in sin, Whene'er thereon I think,
Wholly corrupt and spoild within, How thy compassion, love and grace, The carnal mind still bore the sway,
From sin and hell's dark brink And hurry'd me a slave away.
3 It caus'd thee pain, O Son of God, 3 Jesus cur'd my soul's infection To see the purchase of thy blood By his suff'rings, stripes and wounds: So deeply sunk in misery;
From his death and resurrection, And 'twas thy aim to set me free. Life and pow'r to me redounds; Thou drewest me with cords of love, Once shall heav'nly joya inherit,
I by virtue of his merit
When I'm weak he strengthens me, 5 Now, thro' thy wounds my soul hath
Sweetens all my tribulation, found Peace, righteousness, and solid ground; His atoning death and passion
And supports me constantly: I've now obtained, thro' thy grace,
Are the cause of my salvation ; Among thy ransom'd flock a place.
Therefore Christ shall ne'er depart 6 I thee adure, my gracious King, From my sight and from
heart, And joyful Hallelujahs sing,
5 O! I'm lost in deepest wonder, My eyes with grateful tears o'erflow,
To think he shall soon appear For all the mercies thou dost show.
To receive me gladly yonder, 7 Faithful to thee I now
engage And wipe off my ev'ry tear : To be throughout my pilgrimage; Then my grateful songs and praises Accept my life and soul, my King, Shall resound in heav'nly places ; Pledg'd to thy service these I bring. Here by faith to him I'll cleave, 8 Nature's reluctance over
er-rule, Jesus will I never leave. My fleshly tenderness control, O may I always have in view
T. 22. Not mine, but thy blest will to do.
pray thee, wounded Lambof God! 9 Thus by thy pow'r I here shall be
Cleanse us in thy atoning blood!
Grant us by faith to view thy cross, Till I shall live with him above.
2 Take our poor hearts, and let them be 299.
For ever clos'd to all but thee! O! AT last I've found
Saviour Seal thou our breasts, and let us wear Who laid down his life for me: That pledge of love for ever there, He (O undeserved favor)
3 What are our works but sin & death, Own'd me as his property: Conscious of my imperfection,
Till thou thy quick’ning Spirit breathe !
Until we strength from thee derive, I'll rely on his direction :
And in communion with thee live. I will nothing know beside Jesus and him crucify'd.
4. Ah, Lord! enlargeour scanty thought,
Toknow the wondersthou hastwroughts 2 Others may seek satisfaction In this
Unloose our stamm'ring tongues to tell world's vanity;
poor Meanwhile shall
Thy love immense, unsearchable.
5 First-born of many brethren thou ! On his meritorious suff'ring
To thee both earth and heav'n must And sin-expiating off'ring: To the world I bid adieu,
Help us to thee our all to give, Christ alone I have in view, Thine may we die, thine
301. T. 580. Oh, when shall all my wand'rings end,
And all DIDST thou, Lord Jesus, me incline,
wishes to thee tend ! When I was lost and dead in sin, 4 Is there a thing beneath the sun, To hear thy quick’ning voice ?
That strives with thee my heart to Have I obtained in thy blood
share? Redemption and found peacewithGod? Ah! tear it thence, and be alone And do I in thy name rejoice ?
The spring of ev'ry motion there: 2 O yes, I feel I am forgiv'n,
Then shall my heart from earth be free, A foretaste I enjoy of heav'n
When it hath found repose in thee. Thy Spirit witness bears;
TAKE, Lord, all self from me, that I My soul no condemnation fears. No more, but Christ in me may live! 3 Yet 'fore thee, Jesus, I must own,
My vile affections crucify,
Let not one darling lust survive : I have not this salvation known
O By tracing legal ways;
may my heart to thee aspire,
And nought on earth but thee desire. No!'twas rhy pow'r rais'd me from sin, Thou didst the saving work begin;
2 Dear Lord, thy sov'reign aid impart, Thine be the glory, thine the praise, o banish self-wilt from my heart,
To save me from low-thoughted care; 4 May I be faithful to thy call,
From all its latent mazes there; Surrender unto thee my all,
And grant, that I may never move Myself to thee resign;
From the blest footsteps of thy love. When dangers threaten me around, Invincible may I be found,
3 Each moment draw from earth away And never from thy will decline.
My heart, that humbly waits thy call: 5. Me with thy gladd’ning oil anoint ; Speak to my inmost soul and say, The destin'd path thou dost appoint Thy love to taste, thy voice to hear,
"I am thy life, thy God, thy all!" Gladly I then shall tread; Bedew me with a genial show'r,
Thy pow'r to prove, is all my pray’r. Into my
heart thy influence pour, And me with heav'nly manna feed.
JESUS, thy light again I view, 302.* T. 106.
Again thy loving-kindness prove, O God!whoselove(immense in height, And all within me pants anew
In depth unfathom’d) no man knows; T' enjoy thy all reviving love: Grant unto me thy saving light, Again my thoughts to thee aspire,
Inly I sigh for thy repose: Unto thy name is my desire, My heart is pain’d, nor can it be 2 But O! what off'ring shall I give At rest, till it finds rest in thee.
To thee, the Lord of earth and skies? 2 Thy gracious call invites me still, My soul and body now receive
How light thy burden is, to prove; A holy, living sacrifice; Yet I'm unsteady; tho'my will 'Tis all I have to offer thee;
Be fix'd, yet wide my passions rove; O take me as thy property. Great hindrances obstruct the
way, 3 O
may I never from thee stray, I aim at thee, yet from thee stray. Or be again subdu'd by sin ; 3 Mere mercy'tis,that thou hast brought Guide me, my life, my truth, my way,
My soul to seek its peace in thee; Thy blood preserve mygarmentclean, Yet while I seek, but find thee not, O let thy blood and righteousness
Al rest my wand'ring mind can't be; My beanty be, my glorious dress.