HYMN 283

PLEADING CHRIST.

ATHER, GOD, who fee'ft in me
Only fin and mifery,

See thine own anointed One,
Look on thy beloved Son.

2 Turn from me thy glorious eyes,
To that bloody facrifice;

To that full atonement made,
To that utmost ransom paid.

3 To the blood that speaks above,
Calls for thy forgiving love;
To the tokens of his death,
Here exhibited beneath.

4 Hear his blood's prevailing cry,
Let thy bowels then reply;
Then thro' him the finner fee;
Then in JESUS look on me!

HYMN 284. TO CHRIST.

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AMB of GOD, for whom we languish,
Make thy grief
Our relief,

Eafe us by thine anguish.

2 O our

agonizing Saviour!
By thy pain

Let us gain

GOD's eternal favour.

3 In thine own appointment bless us; Meet us here

Now appear

Out Almighty JESUS!

4 Let the ordinance be fealing; Enter now,

Claim us thou

For thy conftant dwelling.

5 Fill the heart of each believer; We are thine,

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Love divine

Reign in us for ever.

HYMN 285.

ASSURANCE OF PARDON.

LORD, how divine thy comforts are!
How heav'nly is the place

Where JESUS spreads the facred feast
Of his redeeming grace?

2 "Here" (fays the kind redeeming LORD, And fhews his wounded fide)

"See here the fpring of all your joys, "That open'd when I dy'd."

He smiles, and chears my mournful heart, And tells of all his pain;

"All this, fays he, I bore for thee," And then he fmiles again.

+ What fhall we pay our heav'nly King,
For grace fo vaft as this?
He brings our pardon to our eyes,
And feals it with a kifs.

5 Let fuch amazing loves as these
Be founded all abroad,
Such favours are beyond degrees,
And worthy of a GOD.

5 To him, that wash'd us in his blood
Be everlasting praise,
Salvation, honour, glory, pow'r,
Eternal as his days.

HYMN 286.

JESU, dear redeeming LORD,
Magnify thy dying word;

In thine ordinance appear,
Come and meet thy followers here.
2 In the rite thou haft enjoin'd,
Let us now our Saviour find;
Drink thy blood for finners fhed,
Tafte thee in the broken bread.

3 Thou our faithful hearts prepare,
Thou thy pard'ning grace declare,
Thou that haft for finners dy'd,
Shew thyself the Crucify'd!
4 All the guilt of fin remove,
Fill us with thy heav'nly love,
Stamp us with the ftamp divine,
Seal us, LORD, for ever thine.

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HYMN 287.

THE TRIUMPHAL FEAST.

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HE LORD, how glorious is his face!
How kind his fmiles appear!
And O! what melting words he fays,
To ev'ry humble ear!

"For you, the children of my love,
"It was for you I dy'd;

"Behold my bleeding hands and feet,
"And look into my fide.

"These are the wounds for you I bore, "The tokens of my pains,

"When I came down to free your fouls
"From mifery and chains.

4 "Juftice unfheath'd its fiery fword,
"And plung'd it in my heart:
"Infinite pangs for you I bore,
"And moft tormenting fmart.

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"When hell and all its spiteful pow'rs "Stood dreadful in my way;

"To rescue those dear lives of yours,

"I gave my own away.

6" But while I bled, & groan'd, & dy'd, "I ruin'd Satan's throne;

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High on my crofs I hung, and fpy'd
"The monster tumbling down.

Victorious GOD! what can we pay
For favours fo divine?

Here, LORD, we give our fouls away,
To be for ever thine.

HYMN 288.

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ISAIAH liii. 6.

ARISE, my foul, with wonder fee,

What love divine for thee hath done;
Behold thy forrow, fin, and grief,
Are laid on GOD's eternal Son.

2 See! from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingling down ;
Did e'er fuch love with forrow meet,
Ör thorns compofe fo bright a crown?

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Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a prefent far too fmall;
Love fo amazing, fo divine,
Demands my foul, my life, my

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