GRATITUDE FOR OUR SALVATION.

5. When, all my labours o'er, in (402.)

faith

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

and my crown

345.*

119

T. 4.

(infancy :

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

Zinzendorf.

(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.

(404.)

XX.

347.*

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

accord

Praise thee, Lord.::

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

Fill every heart and tongue,
T. 14. Till strangers love thy charming
And join the sacred song. (name,

3. Thanks for thy thirst, O Prince Praise him for his gracious leading,

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,

my Brother,

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

swerves

Beyond the proper bounds, See my Saviour in my stead (tain, Thou know'st, O Lord, what pain it Suffering, bleeding, on the cross

gives,

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

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:

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.

(413.)

Anna Nitschmann.

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:

(rows,

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.