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Hymn 33. L. M.
JESUS, the Lamb of God, bath bled,
Worthy is the Lamb that was slain. Rev. p. 12. 1
'Tis finish'd! he hath died for me? 2 For me I now believe he died :
For all my sins he did atone;
Father, well-pleas'd behold thy Son. 3 See where before thy throne he stands,
And pours the all-prevailing prayer!
And shows that I am graven there! 4 He ever lives for me to pray;
He prays that I with bim may reign :
Jesus, thou canst pot pray in vain.
Hymn 34. L. M. Who gave himself a ransom for all. 1 Tim. ii. 6. ? JESUS, descended from above
The supreme Head of all mankind
In thee let every sinner find. 2 Its surety thou alone hast paid,
The debt we to the Father owed:
For the whole world atonement made,
And seal'd the pardon with thy blood. 3 Thee, the paternal grace divine,
An universal blessing gave:
A Saviour every soul to save.
Who bath borne all my sins away! And to my ransom'd spirit show
The glories of eternal day.
Wisdom and power of God, appear
Hymn 35. L. M.
Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul;
both sure and steadfast. Heb. vi. 19. 1 OW
Sure my soul's anchor may remain; The wounds of Jesus, for my sin
Before the world's foundation slain. 2 Father, thine everlasting grace
Our scanty thought surpass es far: Thy heart still melts with tenderness,
Thy arms of love still open are. 3 Through faith I plunge me in this sea;
Here is my hope, my joy, my rest: Hither, when hell assails, I flee;
I look upto my Saviour's breast.
4 Though waves and storms go o'er my head;
Though strevgth, and health, and friends Though joys be wither'd all and dead,
Though every comfort be withdrawn; 5 This anchor shall my soul sustain,
Though earth's foundations melt away; My steadfast hope shall still remain,
And lead me to eternal day.
Hymn 36. P. M.
Who loved me, and gave himself for me.
Gal. ii. 20. 1 AN
ND can it be that I should gain
An int'rest in the Saviour's blood?
For me! who him to death pursued ?
That thou, my God, should'st die for me 2 'T'is mystery all! the immortal dies;
Who can explore this strange design
To sound the depths of love divine;
Let angel minds inquire no more. 3 He left his Father's throne above,
(So free, so infinite his grace !) Emptied himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam's helpless race; "Tis mercy all-immense and free, For, O my God, it found out me!
4 Long my inprison'd spirit lay,
diffus'd a quick’ning ray, I woke; the dungeon flani'd with lights My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and follow'd thee. -5 No condemnation now I dread,
Jesus, and all in him is mine:
And cloth'd in righteousness divine,
Hymn 37. P. M. But Christ is all, and in all. Col. iii. 11. 1
Thy mysterious passion
To us the great salvation.
Our only Lord and Saviour,
Ånd triumph in thy favour. 2 With angels and archangels,
Who prostrate fall before thee;
And thankfully adore thee.
To thee be ever given,
Hymn 38. P. M. For Christ hath once suffered for our sins, the
just for the unjust. 1 Pet. iii. 18. 1 AVIOUR of all, what hast thou done?
Why didst thou groan thy mortal groan,
Obedient unto death for me?
The end of all thy griefs below.
My bleeding Sacrifice expir'd:
That by thy glorious Spirit fir'd,
And make the crown by suff'ring sure ? 3 Thou didst the meek example leave,
That I might in thy footsteps tread:
And groan and bow with thee my Head:
And all thy state of suff'ring share. 4 Thy every suff'ring servant, Lord,
Shall as his perfect Master be;
And outwardly conform’d to thee:
And grasp, thro' death, the glorious prize. 5 This is the strait, the royal way,
That leads us to the courts above :
Till on the wings of perfect love,