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3. See from his Head, his Hands and 16. In vain our mortal voices strive

feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er fuch Love and forrow meet,
Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown?
4. His dying Crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his Body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the Globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
5. Were the whole realm of Nature
mine,

That were a Prefent far too fmall;
Love fo amazing, fo divine,
Demands my foul, my life, my All.

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To fpeak Compaffion fo divine:
Had we a thoufand Lives to give,
A thousand lives fhould all be thine.

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Ehold the Saviour of the

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world
Embru'd with fweat and gore,
Expiring on that fhameful Crofs,
Where he our forrows bore!
2. Compaffion for loft human race
Brought down God's only Son,
To veil in Flesh his radiant Face,
And for their fins atone.

3.

Who can to love his Name forbear,

That of his Suff'rings hears, And finds, the ranfom of his foul

Was Blood as well as Tears? 4. Thy facred blood, O Son of God! Which ran from many a Wound; When earth's and hell's malicious pow'rs

All compafs'd thee around:
5. Till Death's pale enfigns o'er thy
Cheeks

And trembling Lips were spread;
Till light forfook thy dying Eyes,
And life thy drooping Head.
6. Joy for thy Torments we receive,

Life in thy Death have found;
For the Reproaches of thy cross,

Shall be with Glory crown'd. 7. May we a grateful fenfe retain

Of thy redeeming Love!
And live below like thofe that hope
To live with Thee above!

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Of Jefus, our incarnate God,

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To th'God of peace, who fent fron

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His own beloved Chrift;

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Hrift is our Holiness and peace,

Chrift

Chrift is our Righteousness ; Chrift is our Hufband, Brother, Friend, Our Life, our Head, our drefs. 2. Chrift our Redemption, and our hope,

Salvation, glory, Reft: In Him we're righteous, clean, and ftrong,

In him we're fully bleft.

3. Chrift is our Wifdom, Riches, Strength;

So is, and was, and shall For ever be unto his own :

Chrift thus is All in all!

4. Tho' we be poor, in Him we're rich;

Tho' weak, in Him we're ftrong; When with ring, in this green Fir

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It can, and will, and does fubdue. 4. "Tis all-fufficient, it can give Whate'er poor finners want or crave:

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And why not we like them?
No tongue be dumb, for we are come
To th' new Jerusalem.

2. Clad now with white and fhining
bright

Garments of righteousness;

Girdles of Gold our loins do hold

And bind on faft our dress.

3, We stand

upon

that ocean, That glaffy, fiery Sea;

The blood of Chrift, that great Highpriest,

The Spirit does apply.

Th' incarnate Word, that reigning
Lord,

The holy, juft, and true.

8. This Manna chafte, is to our taste
Like cakes of Honey sweet:
How pleasant is this ftreaming Rock,
Which fill our paths doth meet?
9. Come, Jefu! move, we're fick of
love;

Why stay thy Chariot wheels?
We pine away, while thou doft ftay,
Our foul thy abfence feels.
10. Thy Mouth's fweet kifs let us
not mifs,

Thy Love transcends all wine: But oh! what Mufick do we hear, When thou fay'st, I am thine!

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In Chrift; for fo the Holy Ghoft
Shews by the joyful Sound.
2. But how fhall I efcape and flee
Th' avenging Wrath of God?
In Chrift, who bore upon the tree
That whole amazing Load.

4. Let's touch the golden Harps of 3. Alas, I'm daily apt to firay,

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How fall Heav'nward make? Thro' Chrift, the confecrated Way Defign'd for thee to take.

4. Ah! where's my Title, right cr

claim

To that eternal blifs ?
In Chrift alone, that glorious Name,
The Lord our Righteouinefs.
5.But mayn't my fpirit, weak as Grafs,
Fail ere it reach the Length?
Jefus, the Lord thy righteousness,
Will be the Lord thy Strength.
6. But what if friends and wicked
Foes
Shall by the way moleft?

Chrift is a Friend to bridle those,

And give the weary Rest.

3. Ere fin was born, or Satan fell, He led the host of Morning-stars ;

7. What ground have I to trust and (Thy Generation who can tell,

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The Promife is not vain?
In Chrift the promises are Yea,
In him they are Amen.

8. But how fhall Faith be had? Alas!

I find I can't believe.
Chrift is the Author of that grace,
And Faith is his to give.
g. How can fo vile a Lump of duft
Heart-Holiness expect?
Chrift by his Holy Spirit muft
This mighty Change effect.
10. Hor fhall I do the Works aright
I'm daily bound unto?
Chrift in thee by his Spirit's might
Works both to will and do.
11. How shall my Maladies be heald,
So fore molefting me?
Chrift is the great Physician feal'd,
The Lord that healeth thee.
12. Salvation Work is great and high,
Alas, what fhall I do?
Christ as the Alpha thereof eye,
And the Omega too.
13. How can be answer ev'ry Cafe,
And help in ev'ry thrall?
Because he is the Lord of grace,
Jehovah all in all.

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Or count the number of thy Years?)
4. But lo, he leaves thofe heav'nly
forms,

The Word defcends and dwells in
Clay,

That he may hold converfe with

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Rife, Fife, my foul, and leave

the ground,

Stretch all my thoughts abroad, And roufe up ev'ry tuneful found To praife th' eternal God.

2. Long ere the lofty Skies were
fpread,

Jehovah fill'd his Throne;
Ere Adam form'd, or Angels made,
The Maker liv'd alone.

RE the blue heav'ns were 3. His boundless years can ne'er dc

ftretch'd abroad,

From everlasting was the WORD;
With God He was; the Word was
God,

And must divinely be ador'd.
2. By his own Pow'r were all things
made;

By Him fupported all things ftand;
He is the whole Creation's Head,
And Angels fly at his command.

crease,

But ftill maintain their prime, Eternity's his Dwelling-place, And Ever is his Time.

4. While like a Tide our Minutes
flow,

The prefent and the paft,
He fills his own immortal Now,

And fees our ages wafte.
5. The Sea and Sky muft perifh too
And vaft deftruction come;

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7Hat earthly thing can thee annoy?

He made the Earth to be.

The Waters cannot thee destroy :
Thy Husband made the Sea.
Doft fear, the flaming element
Thee hurt with burning ire,
Or that the scorching heat torment?
Thy Husband made the Fire.
3.InfectiousSteams fhall ne'er deftroy,
While He is pleas'd to spare ;
Thou shalt thy vital breath enjoy ;
Thy Husband made the Air.
4. The Sun that guides the golden
day,

The Moon that rules the night, The starry Frame, the milky-way, Thy Husband made for

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