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Of him tliat sits upon the throne,
And of the worthy Lamb,

HYMN XV.
The Lamb Jlain.

1 HOW moving is the sight I see!
My God nail'd bleeding to a tree!
Let countless myriads of men

With pierc'd hearts cry, the Lamb is Jlain,

2 My dearest Lamb, thy blood was spilt
For sinsul man's imputed guilt:
Hard is the heart that seels no pain
For sin, sor which the Lamb is Jlain.

3 Let men thy dying lo.ve proclaim,
Which caus'd thy blood tor men to stream
Fix in their hearts still to remain

This glorious truth, the Lamb is Jlain.

4 Our sinking state thou didst bemoan, Yea, all our sins and curse took on, To save us from eternal pain:

My dearest Lord, the Lamb is Jlain.

5 To us the gospel sweetly sounds,
We flee sor sasety to thy wounds;
Yea, these to us do glory gain.
To open heav'n, the Lamb is Jlain.

6 Resolv'd I'll ly besore thy throne,
And say, I never will be gone
Till I shall peace with God obtain.
That peace sor which the Lamb is Jlain-

1 Doth not thy blood sor sinners plead,
And sor great en'mies intercede?
Still hopes of lise I will maintain,
While God proclaims, the Lamb is Jlain/

3 Thy blood I will on sin revenge;
Help me from sin my loul to cleanse;
Thy wounds from sin fhall still restrain,
Since sor my sin the Lamb is Jlain

HYMN XVI.

Jesus his Name fragrant.

I CHRIST Jesus is the Lamb that's slain, To save the very worst of men;

No name like Jesus sounds to' me,
For Jesus brirtgs salvation free.

2 Jesus his name doth sinners tell,
His works to save from sin and hell:
All sweetness centers in his name;
My naming it makes love to flame.

3 When sunk are names of greatest worth, "His name's like ointment poured forth It spreads a fragrant scent around,

And brings resreshing with its sound.

4 Jesus his name charms heart and ear,
Makes me content his cross to bear:
His name doth chear my sainting soul,
And makes my wounded spirit whole.

5 His Name to me is a strong tow'r,

It saves me from the wrathsul show'r:
His name with comsorts doth abound
To souls with sorrows almost drown'd,

6 Jesus his name doth sweetly sound,
It rings salvation all around;

It doth the heavy-laden fefcep

From sinking downward in the deep, y When in our place dear Jesus stood

With all his garments roll'd in blood,

To saith a lovely sight is he:

All guilty men to }esus flee. 8 O Jesus, glorious is thy name %

May all the nations hear thy same!

Most sweet triy name will ever sound

Above, where praises have no bound,

HYMN XVIL

The crucified Jesus.

1 CHRIST crucisied shall be the song Which will employ my heart and tongue This song supports men in distress,

And cheers their hearts in wilderness.
AlVsongs but this I'll lay aside;
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd.

2 Up Calv'ry mount I'll climb by saith,
And see my Saviour vanquish death j
I'll wond'ring stand, and view the blood
He shed when in my place he stood:
From love he stretch'd his arms and dy'd
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd.

3 To me his bonds do freedom buy,
And bring to glorious liberty;
The cruel scoifs he bore from soes
To me obtain divine applause.

Of Christ I'll sing, let men deride j
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd.

4 The strokes he got on back and sace
Raze out the marks of my disgrace;
The thorny crown which he endur'd,
A crown of lise sor me procur'd,
Let still this song with me abide,

My Lord, my Love is crucify'd
j; On's back he bore the bloody tree,
Push'd sorward by the soldiery j
Pity'd by none, by all blasphem'd
Insulted, hated and condemn'd:
In all he wondrous love display'd;
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd.
6 His disciples were fled and gone,
The wine-press he must tread alone:
He's pierc'd in head, in hands and seet,
Till streams of blbod each other meet.
Why should I think of ought beside?
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd.

HYMN XVIII. •
Know Christ crucified.

? CHRIST crucify'd is all my bless,
In all my straits I'll him address,
His wounds and blood do make me whole
Look up, and live, each sin-sick soulj
If you would have all wants supply'd,
"Know Jesus, and him crucify'd.

2 That bloody sweat of Christ's so free, Proves a choice cordial unto me j Those nails which gave him torture vast. My seat in heaven mail make sast. Let hearts that would be six'd and stay'd, "Know Jeftis, and him crucify'd.'2

3 Christ susser'd naked, me to clothe
With righteousness and glory both j
His parching thirst, and cup of gall,
In bitter griess me comsort shall.
Let souls that would be fatisfy'd,

"Know Jesus and him crucify'd."

4 Cnrist's sive wide wounds do bid me come
To lodge in them: for there is room:
His loud and agonizing cry

Heav'n's gates will open when I die.
If you would fee them open'd wide,
"Know Jesus, and him crucify'd."
6 Christ's open'd side my cave shall be,
To which from soes my soul fhall flee;
The water which from it did flow
Shall quench my thirst while here below.
Would you in this dear resuge hide?
"Know Jesus, and him crucify'd."

HYMN XIX.

Gratitude for Redeeming Love.

I IMMANUEL's same I'll spread abroad,
And loudly praise my bleeding God;
For these love-wonders now I see,
I'll praise thee through eternity.
Lord, make me meet with saints above
To sing thy everlasting love.
The Word made fiejh, the Lamb once Jiain,
Astonish angels as well's men j
This shews God's love in such degree
As it can never sathom'd be.
Lord, make me meet with saints above
To sing thy everlasting love.

3 Why, Lord, didst thou such pain endure?
He saith, Thy sinsul soul to cure;

My crimson blood to you doth say,
Your crimson sins I'll wash away.
Amazing love, that God should die
For man that was his enemy!

4 I plac'd myself in sinners room,
Your flesh and frailties did assume;

I sor your debt engag'd alone, M

And sor your sins dy'd to atone,

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Amazing love, that God should die . -
For man that was his enemy!

5 O Lamb of God, to men thou'rt good
How fhall I fhew my gratitude!

I'll kiss thy seet, and thee adore,
And grieve that I can do no more.
Lord sit my soul to live with thee,
To sing his praise who dy'd sor me.

6 I thank thee, Jesus, my dear Lord,
For all the pains thou hast endur'd;
Cause thou my soul thy love to know,
Who bled to make me white as snow.
Lord sit my soul to live with thee,
To sing his praise who dy'd sor me.

HYMN XX.
The Feast of Commemoration.

1 TO saints assemblies I'll repair,

And vent my heart in praise and pray'r The day Christ rose, I'll him extol, And shew his death with heart and soul. I none desire to know beside My Jesus, and him crucify'd.

2 Christ crucify'd is still my seast;

They Jesus love, who Jesus taste;
I'll on his purchase six mine eyes,
And seast on fruits of paradise.
I none desire to know beside
Mv Jesus, and him crucify'd.

3 We take the blest signs in our hands,

Anfi so obey our Lord's commands: Remembring thee, we do attend j And this we'll do till time shall end. Thy death to shew, saints will take care, Until they meet thee in the air.

4 Thy blest remembrance yields delight,

t But sar more sweet will be thy sight: Hence 'tis my daily cry to Thee,

0 dearell Jesus come to me.

1 none desire to know beside My Jcl"ul, and him crucify'd.

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