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GRATITUDE FOR OUR SALVATION.

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T. 4.

5. Wben, all my labours o'er, in

345.* faith Upon the merits of thy death,

DEAR Lord, when I trace

The offers of grace I humbly claim the free reward, Purchas’d by thee, my gracious Thy drawings of love from my first

Received from thee, (infancy: Lord; Ev'n then, thou know'st, my glory 2. I fall at thy feet; and my crown

Thy mercy's so great, Thou, Jesus, shalt abide, and thou I'm lost in amaze: alone.

Thy love and forbearance all Zinzendorf.

thought far surpass. 344.

3. I now wish to be

Devoted to thee HAPPINESS, delightful name,

Who for me hast died; (thee abide. Where may it be found, O where? O grant I may serve thee, and in

Zinzendorf. Learning, pleasure, wealth, and fame,

346.* All confess, It is not here:

T. 83. Jesus crucified to know,

O REJOICE, Christ's happy sheep; This is happiness below;

For your shepherd will for ever Him to see, adore, and love, You, his flock, in safety keep; This is happiness above.

You are objects of his favour:
Only fast unto him cleave,
You he 'll ne'er forsake nor leave.

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XX. GRATITUDE FOR OUR SALVATION.

347.*

T. 119. Be devoted to thy honour,

And our souls uninterruptedly THANKS and praise, : ll:

Cleave to thee. : 11: Jesus, unto thee are due;

Louisa v. Hayn. O accept our adoration

3. O how great :||: For the blessings, which accrue Are the blessings we derive From thy human life and passion: From the fuiness of our Saviour: May our hearts and lips with one They who him by faith receive, accord

And desire to taste his favour, Praise thee, Lord. :11: From this source may freely take 2. For thy death, :||:

always

Grace for grace. :ll: Thou art worthy, Lamb of God, That our lives and whole demeanor 4. Ah remain, : /: Praise thee, yea, each drop of blood | Ah remain our highest good:

In our hearts, dear suffering Sa- | 4. Dear Lord, while we adoring pay viour,

Our humble thanks to thee, Shed thy dying love abroad; May every heart with rapture say, This will rule our whole behaviour, " The Saviour died for me. And our love inflame, till we shall |5. O may the sweet, the blissful be, Lord, with thee. :||:

theme Tranecker.

Fill every heart and tongue, 348.* T. 14. Till strangers love thy charming

And join the sacred song. (pame, O JESUS, for thy matchless love

J. M. Steele. Accept our warmest praise;

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T. 167. Since thou didst leave thy throne

To save a sinful race. (above, SING with humble hearts your 2. Thanks for thy sufferings, tears,

praises and cries,

For our Saviour's boundless grace; And groans in thy distress : Pay due homage to Christ Jesus, The source of never-fading joys

Come with thanks before his face: And endless happiness.

Praise him for his death and bleed3. Thanks for thy thirst, O Prince Praise him for his gracious leading,

All our happiness lies there; (ing, of peace,

Praise yourfaithfulShepherd's care. When hanging on the tree:

2. Praise for every scene distressing, What a divine refreshment this

Praise for all thou didst endure, To souls athirst for thee.

Praise for every gift and blessing 4. Thanks for thy last heart-piercing Which thy griefs for us procure:

And meritorious death: (cry, In thy ransom'd congregation Grant we may all on thee rely, Shall thy death our theme remain, And live a life of faith. z. Till thou com'st with full salvation,

Lord of glory, Lamb once slain.

3. Thou, to purchase our salvation, TO our Redeemer's glorious name

Didst assume humanity; Awake the sacred song:

Jesus, for thy bitter passion O may his love (immortal flame!) May we ever thankful be: Tune every heart and tongue.

Fill'd with awe and humbly bowing, 2. His love what angel's thought Gratefully this truth avowing,

At thy feet we prostrate fall, can reach ?

That thou art our All in all. What mortal's tongue display?

J. Miller, Imagination's utmost stretch

In wonder dies away. 3. He left his radiant throne on high, DEAREST Jesus, in this world a

Left the bright realms of bliss, How delightful'tis to me (stranger, And came on earth to bleed and die; To behold thee, lying in a manger, Was ever love like this?

In the deepest poverty:

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Swerves

How do I rejoice to see my Maker, I'm lost in wonder and amaze, Of my human nature a partaker, When I thy goodness weigh, Urg'd by love, forsake his throne, That I, poor sinner, am become For my sins by death to atone. A child of thine through grace, 2. He's my God, my flesh and bone, And being thine, a joyful heir my Brother,

Of ceaseless happiness. Born to suffer death for me; (other, 4. With contrite tears I thee adore, He's my Saviour, I will know none And thank for mercy free; He my All in all shall be:

I'll in my walk show forth thy praise I confess with joy and exultation,

Ev’n in my small degree:From his birth, his life, and bitter If thou support me with thy aid, passion

As my most gracious Lord, All my hopes and joys arise;

The imperfect service which I yield, Him above all else I prize.

Will joy to thee afford. 3. Oh, what comfort flows, as from

5. Whenever my frail nature When I, by his Spirit led (a fountain, To Gethsemane and Calvary's mounSee my Saviour in my stead (tain,

Beyond the proper bounds, Suffering, bleeding, on the cross

Thou know'st, O Lord, what pain it expiring,

(quiring;

gives, Life, and peace, and rest for me ac

How grievously it wounds: Then his merits are applied

With eager haste I therefore flee, To my heart: for me he died.

And safely wish to hide

Within thy wounds, 0) Christ my 352.* T. 590.

And in those clefts abide. (rock, WHAT strikes, O wounded Lamb 6. O thou who to redeem my soul

My soul so sensibly ? (of God, Didst on the cross expire, 'Tis when I view the fervent love, Grant I may love thee in return:

That brought thee down to die; Be this my fix'd desire, And feel that from thy precious Henceforth no more to cherish self,

So freely shed for me, (blood, But to thy praise to live Flows all my happiness in time Who lovedst me, and out of love And in eternity.

Thyself for me didst give. 2. This grace, as long as life shall 7. Thy sufferings then, and bitter

I humbly will proclaim; (last, My heart shalle'er retain; (death, Ev'n I, a sinner void of good, And earnestly I'll shun thro' grace Who dust and ashes am:

Whatever gives thee pain : 'Tis deeply rooted in my heart, For nothing now, which this vain Eras'd it ne'er shall be,

Can offer or devise, (world That by thy meritorious death Can yield me any further joy, Thou hast redeemed me.

Nought but my ransom-price. 3. Thy mercy may I ne'er forget, 8. For ever then remain engrav'd While here below I stay:

Deep in my heart's recess;

Thee whom I wish to love in truth, 5. My favourite theme is Jesus, O may my mouth confess:

All else I count but loss ; Grant that each sheep within thy His love all thought surpasses, fold

Ah, view him on the cross;
Thy mark impress’d may bear, Thence hope and consolation
Until thou at the judgment-day I freely can derive;
In glory shalt appear.

Were he not my salvation,
Anna Nitschmann. I could not bear to live.

6. Near Jesus' cross I tarry,
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T. 151.

On him I fix mine eyes,

Behold him spent and weary, BEHOLD, my soul, thy Saviour

A bleeding sacrifice: Pours out his life and blood,

In heaven of his glory Thee to restore to favour,

I shall obtain a sight, And reconcile to God:

But here his suffering beauty
His death thy guilt erases,

Remains my chief delight.
His stripes give thee relief:
Rise then, and sing his praises 7. What undeserved favour
Who turns to joy thy grief. To me has Jesus shown;

Might I recline for ever
2. How is my soul delighted,
Tho'shame o’erspreads my face, 'Tis my heart's inclination,

Upon his breast like John:
When I, by faith excited,

Like Mary oft to sit,
The Lamb of God can trace
In all his bitter passion,

Until my consummation,
Till, dying on the tree,

Lord, at thy pierced feet. He bore my condemnation, 8. In my forlorn condition And gained life for me.

Thou, Lord, didst me receive;

Thou savedst from perdition 3. I see him in the garden

My soul, and bad’st me live: Shed floods of bitter tears, With inward spirit's ardour Sinking beneath the burden;

I thank thee for thy grace; I hear his anxious prayers : Thyself this heavenly fervour I see him pine and languish,

Of love to thee increase. As on the ground he lay,

Praetorius, &c. Till thro' his pores in anguish The blood-sweat forc'd its way.

354.* 4. I fully am assured

LORD Jesus, who for me My Saviour loveth me,

Hast endless bliss obtained, By all he hath endured

And as thy property In his great agony:

(rows, My soul by blood regained; His back plough'd deep with fur- Accept a weeping eye,

His side pierc'd with a spear, A warm and grateful heart; And unexampled sorrows,

Tho' a thank-offering poor, His boundless love declare.

Yet take it in good part.

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2. Jesus, thy dying love,

2. When we thy mercy weigh, And thy blood-bought salvation, How nails and scourges tore thee, By day and night shall prove

Our debt immense to pay, My favourite meditation:

We melt in tears before thee: While I commune with thee, Thy pain, thy stripes, and wounds,

As though before mine eyes Thydeath, thou slaughter'd Lamb, I saw thee bodily;

Whence all our bliss redounds, My faith this vivifies.

Our grateful praises claim. 3. I look to Golgotha,

3. Eternal thanks be thine, For me I view thee languish, Author of our salvation : And melt like wax away

Thou didst our hearts incline Before thy pain and anguish: To accept thy invitation; By faith I see God's wrath

We are thy property, In what on thee did fall,

O may we thine åbide; The fountain too and bath

This is our only plea, For my offences all.

That thou for us hast died. 4. Most gracious God and Lord, 4. Might with an iron pen Mankind's almighty Saviour,

This truth divine be graven, Worthy to be ador'd

For sinners Christ was slain, By all, both now and ever: To purchase life and heaven: Those souls are bless'd indeed Unwearied we prolong, Who thee embrace by faith,

And joyfully repeat As thou for us wast laid

The blessed gospel-song; Low in the dust of death. 'Tis ever new and sweet.

Abr. v. Gersdorf. 5. In thee I trust by faith, Jesus, my God and Saviour;

356.* On thy atoning death

My soul shall feed for ever: THY blood, thy blood the deed Thy sufferings shall remain

hath wrought, Deep on my heart impress'd, That won me for thee, Saviour; Thou Son of God and man,

Else had I never on thee thought, Till I with thee shall rest. Nor come to thee for ever.

Z.

T. 15.

2. Tho' I'm a sinful creature still, 355.*

I have a full exemption (quell

From serving sin, since thou didst WE sinners, void of good,

Its power by thy redemption. Defil'd by sin and stained,

3. I feel how much in debt I am, Yet bought with Jesus' blood,

This makes me oft ashamed ;
Who our salvation gained,
As helpless, vile, and poor,

Yet as thy purchase, slaughter'd Appear before his face,

I am through mercy claimed. (Lamb, And humbly him adore

4. () let me thee behold in faith, For our blest lot of grace. As thou for me wast wounded ;

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