GRATITUDE FOR OUR SALVATION.
5. When, all my labours o'er, in (402.)
Upon the merits of thy death, I humbly claim the free reward, Purchas'd by thee, my gracious Lord;
Ev'n then, thou know'st, my glory
DEAR Lord, when I trace The offers of grace Received from thee, Thy drawings of love from my first 2. I fall at thy feet; Thy mercy's so great,
Thou, Jesus, shalt abide, and thou I'm lost in amaze:
Thy love and forbearance all thought far surpass.
3. I now wish to be Devoted to thee
Who for me hast died (thee abide. O grant I may serve thee, and in
(403.) 346.* T. 83. OREJOICE, Christ's happy sheep; For your shepherd will for ever You, his flock, in safety keep; You are objects of his favour: Only fast unto him cleave,
You he'll ne'er forsake nor leave.
GRATITUDE FOR OUR SALVATION. T. 119. Be devoted to thy honour, And our souls uninterruptedly Cleave to thee. :|: Louisa v. Hayn.
THANKS and praise, :|: Jesus, unto thee are due; O accept our adoration For the blessings, which accrue From thy human life and passion: May our hearts and lips with one
2. For thy death :||:
Thou art worthy, Lamb of God,
3. O how great :||:
Are the blessings we derive From the fulness 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- 14. Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say, "The Saviour died for me."
5. O may the sweet, the blissful
Fill every heart and tongue, T. 14. Till strangers love thy charming And join the sacred song. (name,
O JESUS, for thy matchless love Accept our warmest praise; Since thou didst leave thy throne To save a sinful race. (above, 2. Thanks for thy sufferings, tears, and cries,
And groans in thy distress: The source of never-fading joys And endless happiness.
T. 167. 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 bleedAll our happiness lies there; (ing,
3. Thanks for thy thirst, O Prince Praise him for his gracious leading,
When hanging on the tree: What a divine refreshment this To souls athirst for thee. 4. Thanks for thy last heart-pierAnd meritorious death: (cing ory, Grant we may all on thee rely, And live a life of faith.
TO our Redeemer's glorious name Awake the sacred song: O may his love (immortal flame!) Tune every heart and tongue. 2. His love what angel's thought can reach ? What mortal's tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away. 3. He left his radiant throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss, And came on earth to bleed and die; Was ever love like this?
Praise your faithful Shepherd'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, At thy feet we prostrate fall, Gratefully this truth avowing, That thou art our All in all.
351. DEAREST Jesus, in this world a How delightful 'tis to me (stranger, To behold thee, lying in a manger, In the deepest poverty:
How do I rejoice to see my Maker, 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,
I'm lost in wonder and amaze, 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.
Born to suffer death for me; (other, 4. 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 & Calvary's moun-
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.
5. Whenever my frail nature
Beyond the proper bounds, See my Saviour in my stead (tain, Thou know'st, O Lord, what pain it Suffering, bleeding, on the cross
How grievously it wounds: With eager haste I therefore flee,
And safely wish to hide Within thy wounds, O Christ my And in those clefts abide. (rock,
expiring, (quiring; Life, and peace, and rest for me acThen his merits are applied To my heart: for me he died. (412.) 352.* T. 590. WHAT strikes, O wounded Lamb 6. 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
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:
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;
Thee whom I wish to love in truth, 5. O may my mouth confess :
Grant that each sheep within thy fold
Thy mark impress'd may bear, Until thou at the judgment-day In glory shalt appear.
353.** T. 151. 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 gives 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 fore'd its way.
4. I fully am assured
My Saviour loveth me, By all he hath endured
In his great agony:
His back plough'd deep with fur- His side pierc'd with a spear, And unexampled sorrows,
His boundless love declare.
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
Upon his breast like John: 'Tis my heart's inclination, Like Mary oft to sit, Until my consummation,
Lord, at thy pierced feet. 8. In my forlorn condition
Thou, Lord, didst me reccive; 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.
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.
WE sinners, void of good, Defil'd by sin and stained, Yet bought with Jesus' blood, Who our salvation gained, As helpless, vile, and poor, Appear before his face, And humbly him adore
For our blest lot of grace.
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, Thy death,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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