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2. For thy death, :||:

Thou art worthy, Lamb of God,

3. O how great :||:

Are the blessings we derive
From the fuiness of our Saviour:
They who him by faith receive,
And desire to taste his favour,
From this source may freely take
always

Grace for grace. :||:

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

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Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say, 66 The Saviour died for me."

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SING with humble hearts your praises

For our Saviour's boundless grace;
Pay due homage to Christ Jesus,
Come with thanks before his face:
Praise him for his death and bleed-
Praise him for his gracious leading,
All our happiness lies there; (ing,
Praise yourfaithfulShepherd's care.
2. Praise for every scene distressing,
Praise for all thou didst endure,
Praise for every gift and blessing
Which thy griefs for us procure:
In thy ransom'd congregation
Shall thy death our theme remain,
Till thou com'st with full salvation,
Lord of glory, Lamb once slain.
3. Thou, to purchase our salvation,
Didst assume humanity;
Jesus, for thy bitter passion
May we ever thankful be:
Fill'd with awe and humbly bowing,
Gratefully this truth avowing,
At thy feet we prostrate fall,

That thou art our All in all.

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How do I rejoice to see my Maker, | I'm lost in wonder and amaze,
Of my human nature a partaker,
Urg'd by love, forsake his throne,
For my sins by death to atone.
2. He's my God, my flesh and bone,

my Brother,

Born to suffer death for me; (other, He's my Saviour, I will know none He my All in all shall be:

I confess with joy and exultation, From his birth, his life, and bitter passion

All my hopes and joys arise;
Him above all else I prize.

3. Oh, what comfort flows, as from
When I, by his Spirit led (a fountain,
To Gethsemane and Calvary's moun-
See my Saviour in my stead (tain,
Suffering, bleeding, on the cross
expiring,
(quiring;
Life, and peace, and rest for me ac-
Then his merits are applied
To my heart: for me he died.

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WHAT strikes, O wounded Lamb My soul so sensibly? (of God, 'Tis when I view the fervent love, That brought thee down to die; And feel that from thy precious So freely shed for me, (blood, Flows all my happiness in time And in eternity.

2. This grace, as long as life shall I humbly will proclaim; (last, Ev'n I, a sinner void of good,

Who dust and ashes am:
'Tis deeply rooted in my heart,
Eras'd it ne'er shall be,
That by thy meritorious death
Thou hast redeemed me.

3. Thy mercy may I ne'er forget, While here below I stay:

When I thy goodness weigh,
That I, poor sinner, am become
A child of thine through grace,
And being thine, a joyful heir
Of ceaseless happiness.

4. With contrite tears I thee adore,
And thank for mercy free;
I'll in my walk show forth thy praise
Ev'n in my small degree:-
If thou support me with thy aid,

As my most gracious Lord,
The imperfect service which I yield,
Will joy to thee afford.

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6.

O thou who to redeem my soul
Didst on the cross expire,
Grant I may love thee in return:
Be this my fix'd desire,
Henceforth no more to cherish self,
But to thy praise to live
Who lovedst me, and out of love
Thyself for me didst give.

7. Thy sufferings then, and bitter
My heart shall e'er retain; (death,
And earnestly I'll shun thro' grace
Whatever gives thee pain:
For nothing now, which this vain
Can offer or devise, (world
Can yield me any further joy,

Nought but my ransom-price.

8. For ever then remain engrav'd Deep in my heart's recess;

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BEHOLD, my soul, thy Saviour
Pours out his life and blood,
Thee to restore to favour,

And reconcile to God:
His death thy guilt erases,

His stripes give thee relief:
Rise then, and sing his praises
Who turns to joy thy grief.
2. How is my soul delighted,
Tho' shame o'erspreads my face,
When I, by faith excited,

The Lamb of God can trace
In all his bitter passion,
Till, dying on the tree,
He bore my condemnation,
And gained life for me.

3. I see him in the garden
Shed floods of bitter tears,
Sinking beneath the burden;

I hear his anxious prayers: I see him pine and languish, As on the ground he lay, Till thro' his pores in anguish The blood-sweat forc'd its way.

4. I fully am assured

My Saviour loveth me,

By all he hath endured

In his great agony:

(rows,

His back plough'd deep with furHis side pierc'd with a spear,

And unexampled sorrows,

His boundless love declare.

5. My favourite theme is Jesus,
All else I count but loss;
His love all thought surpasses,
Ah, view him on the cross;
Thence hope and consolation
I freely can derive;
Were he not my salvation,
I could not bear to live.

6.

Near Jesus' cross I tarry,
On him I fix mine eyes,
Behold him spent and weary,
A bleeding sacrifice:
In heaven of his glory

I shall obtain a sight,
But here his suffering beauty
Remains my chief delight.

7. What undeserved favour
To me has Jesus shown;
Might I recline for ever

T is my heart's inclination,
Upon his breast like John:
Like Mary oft to sit,
Until my consummation,

Lord, at thy pierced feet.
8. In my forlorn condition
Thou, Lord, didst me receive;
Thou savedst from perdition

My soul, and bad'st me live: With inward spirit's ardour

I thank thee for thy grace; Thyself this heavenly fervour Of love to thee increase.

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2. Jesus, thy dying love,
And thy blood-bought salvation,
By day and night shall prove
My favourite meditation:
While I commune with thee,
As though before mine eyes
I saw thee bodily;

My faith this vivifies.

3. I look to Golgotha,

For me I view thee languish,
And melt like wax away
Before thy pain and anguish :
By faith I see God's wrath

In what on thee did fall,
The fountain too and bath
For my offences all.

4. Most gracious God and Lord, Mankind's almighty Saviour, Worthy to be ador'd

By all, both now and ever: Those souls are bless'd indeed Who thee embrace by faith, As thou for us wast laid

Low in the dust of death.

5. In thee I trust by faith,
Jesus, my God and Saviour;
On thy atoning death

My soul shall feed for ever:
Thy sufferings shall remain
Deep on my heart impress'd,
Thou Son of God and man,
Till I with thee shall rest.

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2. When we thy mercy weigh,

How nails and scourges tore thee, Our debt immense to pay,

We melt in tears before thee: Thy pain, thy stripes, and wounds, Thydeath, thou slaughter'd Lamb, Whence all our bliss redounds,

Our grateful praises claim. 3. Eternal thanks be thine, Author of our salvation: Thou didst our hearts incline To accept thy invitation; We are thy property,

O may we thine abide; This is our only plea,

That thou for us hast died.

4. Might with an iron pen

This truth divine be graven,
For sinners Christ was slain,
To purchase life and heaven:
Unwearied we prolong,

And joyfully repeat The blessed gospel-song; 'Tis ever new and sweet.

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THY blood, thy blood the deed hath wrought,

That won me for thee, Saviour; Else had I never on thee thought, Nor come to thee for ever.

2. Tho' I'm a sinful creature still, I have a full exemption (quell From serving sin, since thou didst Its power by thy redemption.

3. I feel how much in debt I am, This makes me oft ashamed; Yet as thy purchase, slaughter'd I am through mercy claimed. (Lamb, 4. O let me thee behold in faith, As thou for me wast wounded;

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