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GRATITUDE FOR OUR SALVATION.
119 5. When, all my labours o'er, in (402.)
345. * faith
DEAR Lord, when I trace Upon the merits of thy death,
The offers of grace I humbly claim the free reward,
Received from thee, (infancy: Purchas’d by thee, my gracious Thy drawings of love from my first
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.
3. I now wish to be (401.) 344. T. 205. Devoted to thee HAPPINESS, delightful name,
Who for me hast died (thee abide. Where may it be found, O where?
may serve thee, and in Learning, pleasure, wealth, and fame, |(403.) 346.*
T. 83. All confess, It is not here :-Jesus crucified to know,
OREJOICE, 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;
You are objects of his favour:
XX. GRATITUDE FOR OUR SALVATION: (404.) 347.* T. 119. Be devoted to thy honour,
And our souls uninterruptedly THANKS and praise, : 11:
Cleave to thee. : || :: Jesus, unto thee are due;
Louisa v. Hayn. O accept our adoration
3. O how great :Il: For the blessings, which accrue From thy human life and passion : From the fulness of our Saviour:
Are the blessings we derive May our hearts and lips with one They who him by faith receive, accord Praise thee, Lord. :Il: From this source may freely take
And desire to taste his favour, 2. For thy death :11:
Grace for grace. :Il:
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. :SI:
Fill every heart and tongue, (405.)
T. 14. Till strangers love thy charming
And join the sacred song. (name, O JESUS, for thy matchless love
J. M. Steele. Accept our warmest praise; (407.) 350. Since thou didst leave thy throne SING with humble hearts your To save a sinful race. (above,
praises 2. Thanks for thy sufferings, tears, For our Saviour's boundless grace ; and cries,
Pay due homage to Christ Jesus, And groans in thy distress :
Come with thanks before his face: The source of never-fading joys Praise him for his death and bleedAnd endless happiness.
All our happiness lies there; (ing, 3. Thanks for thy thirst, O Prince Praise him for his gracious leading,
Praise your faithful Shepherd'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-pier. Which thy griefs for us procure :
And meritorious death:(cing 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. (406.) 349.
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. Filld with awe and humbly bowing, 2. His love what angel's thought At thy feet we prostrate fall, can reach ?
Gratefully this truth avowing, What mortal's tongue display? That thou art our All in all. Imagination's utmost stretch
J. Miller. In wonder dies away.
|(409.) 351. 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 :
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, Urgʻd by love, forsake his throne, That I, poor sinner, am become
A child of thine through grace, For my sins by death to atone. 2. He's my God, my flesh and bone, And being thine, a joyful heir
Of ceaseless happiness. my Brother, Born to suffer death for me; (other, 4. With contrite tears I thee adore, He's my Saviour, I will know none Ánd 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 When I, by his Spirit led (a fountain, swerves To Gethsemane & Calvary's moun Beyond the proper bounds, See my Saviour in my stead (tain, Thou know'st, O Lord, what pain it Suffering, bleeding, on the cross
(quiring; How grievously it wounds: Life, and peace, and rest for me ac- With eager haste I therefore flee, Then his merits are applied
And safely wish to hide To my heart: for me he died.
Within thy wounds, O Christ my (412.) 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 shall e'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, 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 engravid
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 ;
Were he not my salvation,
T. 151. 6. Near Jesus' cross I tarry,
On him I fix mine eyes, BEHOLD, my soul, thy Saviour Behold him spent and weary, Pours out his life and blood,
A bleeding sacrifice : Thee to restore to favour,
In heaven of his glory
I shall obtain a sight,
Remains my chief delight.
7. What undeserved favour Who turns to joy thy grief.
To me has Jesus shown; 2. How is my soul delighted, Might I recline for ever
Tho'shame o'erspreads my face, Upon his breast like John: When I, by faith excited, Tis my heart's inclination,
The Lamb of God can trace Like Mary oft to sit, 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 reccive; 3. I see him in the garden
Thou savedst from perdition Shed floods of bitter tears,
My soul, and bad'st me live: Sinking beneath the burden; With inward spirit's ardour I hear his anxious prayers:
I thank theo for thy grace ; I see him pine and languish, Thyself this heavenly fervour As on the ground he lay,
Of love to thee increase. Till thro' his pores in anguish
Praetorius, &o. The blood-sweat forc'd its way. (414.)
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.
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 Thy death, 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 abide ;; 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
This truth divine be graven,
For sinners Christ was slain,
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. Gersdorl. 5. In thee I trust by faith, Jesus, my God and Saviour;
T. 15. On thy atoning death
THY blood, thy blood the deed My soul shall feed for ever:
hath wrought, Thy sufferings shall remain
That won me for thee, Saviour; Deep on my heart impress'd, Thou Son of God and man,
Else had I never on thee thought,
Nor come to thee for ever. Till I with thee shall rest. z.
Tho' I'm a sinful creature still, (416.)
T. 146. I have a full exemption (quell WE sinners, void of good,
From serving sin, since thou didst Defild by sin and stained,
Its power by thy redemption. Yet bought with Jesus' blood,
3. I feel how much in debt I am, Who our salvation gained,
This makes me oft ashamed; As helpless, vile, and poor,
Yet as thy purchase, slaughter'' Appear before his face,
I am through mercy claimed.(Lamby. And humbly him adore
4. O let me thee behold in faith, For our blest lot of grace. As thou for me wast wounded;