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Of him that fits upon the throne,
And of the worthy Lamb.
The Lamb pain. | HOW moving is the fight I see !
My God pail'd bleeding to a tree!
With pierc'd hearts cry, the Lamb is flain, 2 My dearest Lamb, thy blood was spilt · For sinful man's imputed guilt :
Hard is the heart that feels no pain
For fin, for which the Lamb is slain. . 3 Let men thy dying love proclaim, Which caus’d thy blood for men to stream: Fix in their hearts still to remain
This glorious truth, the Lamb is pain. 4. Our finking state thou did it bemoan,
Yea, all our fins and curse took on, To save us from eternal pain : My dearest Lord, the Lamb is pain. 5 To us the gospel sweetly founds, - We flee for safety to thy wounds;
Yea, these to us do glory gain,
To open heav'n, the Lamb is pain. 6 Resolv'd I'll ly before thy throne,
And say, I never will be gone
That peace for which the Lamb is pain. " 9 Doth not thy blood for finners plead,
And for great en'mies intercede ? Still hopes of life I will maintain, While God proclaims, the Lamb is pairi. 8 Thy blood I will on fin revenge ; Help me from fin my soul to cleanse ; Thy wounds from fin shall still reftrain, Since for my sin the Lamb is pain
Jesus his Name fragrant. I CHRIST Jesus is the Lamb that's llain,
To fave the very worst of men :
No name like Jesus sounds to me, .
For Jesus brings salvation free.
His works to save from fin and hell:
“ His name's like ointment poured forth ;'*
And brings refreshing with its found. 4 Jesus his name charms heart and ear,
Makes me content his cross to bear :
And makes my wounded spirit whole. 5 His Name to me is a strong tow'r,
It saves me from the wrathful show'r :
To fouls with sorrows almost drown'd, 6 Jesus his name doth sweetly sound,
It rings salvation all around ;
From finking downward in the deep.
All guilty men to Jesus flee.
May all the nations hear thy fame!
· The crucised JESUS.
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd.'
And see my Saviour vanquish death;
He shed when in my place he stood :
My Lord, my Love is crucify’d.
And bring to glorious liberty ;
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd. . .
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd
Push'd forward by the soldiery ;
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd. 6 His disciples were fled and gone,
The wine-press he must tread alone :
My Lord, my Love is crucifyd.
Know Christ crucified. | CHRIST crucify'd is all my bless,
In all my straits I'll him address,
" Know Jesus, and him crucify’d.
Proves a choice cordial unto me;
Those nails which gave him torture vast.
3 Christ suffer'd naked, me to clothe
With righteousness and glory both;
“ Know Jesus and him crucify'd.”
To lodge in them : for there is room :
“ Know Jesus, and him crucify’d.”
To which from foes my soul fhall flee;
Gratitude for REDEEMING Love. 1 IMMANUEL's fame I'll spread abroad,
And loudly praise my bleeding God;
To fing thy everlasting love.
He faith, Thy sinful soul to cure; My crimson blood to you doth say, Your crimson fins I'll wash away. Amazing love, that God should die
For man that was his enemy !
Your fleth and frailties did affume;
Amazing Amazing love, that God should die
For man that was his enemy !
How shall I shew my gratitude !
To fing his praise who dy'd for me. 6 I thank thee, Jesus, my dear Lord,
For all the pains thou hast endur'd:
The Feast of COMMEMORATION.
And vent my heart in praise and pray's ;
They Jesus love, who Jesus taste :
And so obey our Lord's commands:
Until they meet thee in the air.
But far more sweet will be thy light:
My Jefus, and him crucify'd.