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To be our priest and facrifice,

For our fins to atone.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen.

2 Thou gav'ft thy Son and Spirit both
To free us from all fears:
Diffolve our hearts in thankfulness,
Melt down our eyes in tears.
Hallelujah, &c.

3 But drops of tears can ne'er repay
The debt of love we owe :

Our whole felves then we give to thee;
There's no more we can do.
Hallelujah, &c.

4 We praise thee, Son, who in our room
Was willing to be flain;
We praise thee, Spirit, who applies
His blood to fallen men.
Hallelujah, &c.

5 Slain beafts for fin could not atone:
Such off'rings had been vain,
Had not the Father giv'n his Lamb
For finners to be flain.
Hallelujah, &c.

6 This facrifice, more precious
Than all created things,
To men eternal happiness
In foul and body brings.
Hallelujah, &c.

7 Father, thy love me overwhelms :
What love like thine fo free,
That thou haft not withheld thy Son,
Thine only Son, from me!
Hallelujah, &c.

8 When men rejoice in earthly things,
And fing of things of nought,
I'll fing of thy redeeming love,
And wonders thou haft wrought.
Hallelujah, &c.

9 Father, to thee eternally
Our grateful fongs we'll raife;
But O! eternity's too short
To fhew forth all thy praise.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen.

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HYMN XXXV.

The amazing Love of CHRIST.

1 AMAZING love! that made God's Son So willingly confent

For worms, yea, foes and rebels base,

To bear their punishment.

2 Love made him lay afide his crown And robes of majesty,

And like a fervant to come down

To bear the cross, and die.

3 Love brought him down for worms to die.
Love laid him in a tomb;

Love brings him down a fecond time,
To lead his people home.

4 When devils rag'd, he then engag'd
To combat all hell's pow'rs;

5

He them defy'd, when that he dy'd

To fave us from hell's fhow'rs.
When heav'n and hell both on him fell
Our fouls he fast did hold;

His life gave up, the flood to stop,

And bring us to his fold.

6 Love made him on the cross to bleed,
And fall our facrifice ;

Love made the tree him brought to duft
Raife men unto the skies.

7 Chrift fuffer'd: why he's pleas'd to fee
Poor ftraying sheep brought home,
And unbelieving fouls allur'd

Into his wounds to come.

8 Hence he declares none perish shall Who in him do believe;

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Their fins he'll pardon, and them take
To heav'n with him to live.
9 All things to me are dung and drofs
But Jefus crucify'd ;

Under the fhadow of his cross
I'll fit down and abide.

HYMN XXXVI.

A HYMN to the HOLY GHOST.

I LORD, fend thy Spirit down to us,
Chrift's purchase to apply;

He'll

He'll caufe us fee our fall and help,

And unto Jefus fly.

2 Thou, who at Pentecoft didft fend
Heav'n's wind to fill the place
Where thy apostles met for pray'ı,
Grant us part of that grace;

3 That gladly we, like them, may found
The wondrous works of God.

And fhew the mighty pow'r and fruits
Of Jefu's precious blood.

4 Come, Holy Ghoft, thou heavenly Dove
Defcending from above,

Renew our fouls, and fill our hearts
With precious faith and love.

5 We are thy workmanship; but fin
Hath ev'ry thing mifplac'd;
Come o'er thy handy-work again;
Thy image is defac'd.

6 Create in us all things anew,

Caufe old things pass away;
Our corrupt habits quite fubdue,
Sin weaken ev'ry day.

Let David's house in us grow ftrong
But weak the houfe of Saul;
Let fatan's holds and all our lufts
Before God's Spirit fall.

8 O kindly guide poor travellers
Into the paths of peace,

And bring us to our Father's house,
Where fins and forrows cease:

HYMN XXXVII.

The Balm of CHRIST'S Blood.

CHRIST's blood, that universal balm
Which thousands long have try'd,
Doth quicken, soften, cleanfe and heal,
Where-e'er it is apply'd.

2 This fov'reign blood doth purge out fin,
And doth allay our fears;

It gives us light and strength within,
And dries up hurtful tears.

3 By this blood, hell its prey hath loft,
Juftice is fatisfy'd:
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Since Jefus bled and dy'd.

4 No blood like this was ever shed,
For heav'n it makes us meet;

Mens hearts it draws, and pleads their cause:

No voice like it's fo fweet.

5 Abel's fhed blood did vengeance cry:
But Chrift cry'd, Mercy fhew;
Them pity," Father, and forgive;
"They know not what they do."
6 What love is this, that God should stoop
In human flesh to dwell,

And fhed his blood for enemies,
To keep them out of hell!

7 Great love it was for God to bleed
For rebels doom'd to death;
But more to fuffer hell, to fave
Them from eternal wrath.

8 O let this divine blood of thine
My hard heart overflow:

This bleffing grant, though earthly gifts
Thou shouldft no more bestow.

6 In my faith's arms I take the Lamb,
As offer'd unto me:

His precious blood I do apply,
Me from all guilt to free.

HYMN XXXVIII.

Shew forth CHRIST'S Death.

I SINCE our Redeemer faith, Do this;
This we will always do;

Till Chrift to us return again,

Thus we his death will fhew.

2 How sweet and welcome to our fouls
Is Chrift's dear feaft of love!

Tho' it be no more but a tafte
Of that great feast above.

3 Thy fleth, Lord, is the fweeteft food,
Thy blood is drink divine;

4

Thy purchas'd fruits are the beft fare
On which thou mak'ft us dine.
Pardon of fin, and peace with God,
Do make a noble feast;

Coftly

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Coftly to Chrift, tho' free to us:

Moft sweetly do they tafte.

5 Here we fet forth our fuff'ring Lord,
As bleeding unto death;
Likewife the forrows of his foul,
When lying under wrath:

6 The nails which pierc'd his hands and feet,
Which caufed ftreams of blood;

The thorns which crown'dd his bleffed head,
And fwell'd the crimfon flood

7 Since Chrift requires us for to shew
His love to us when loft,

What wounds, and blood, and agonies,
To fave us, it did coft;

8 Thus we review thy death for us,
O Lamb, for finners flain:

We praife thy love, and reft upon
The merit of thy pain.

HYMN XXXIX.

The Believer's Work at the Holy Supper.

I I'LL fit beneath Immanuel's cross,

Under thefe fhow'rs of blood:

On my hard heart caufe drops to light
From thy wounds, O my God.

2 My Lord I fee nail'd to the tree,
And dying for my fin;

3

Thy fide wide open'd with a fpear,
To lodge my foul therein.

I kifs the nail-holes in thy hands,
And fide the fpear did pierce:

I shelter here, this cave me hides

When ftorms blow fharp and fierce.

4 My heart doth bleed, my eyes do drop, When I thy anguish fee,

5

And think thefe bruises fore and pangs
Were all deferv'd by me.

I fee my fins prepar'd the cross,

The thorns, the nails, and fpear,

Which tore thy flesh; they made thy foul
The pains of hell to bear.

6 In thy wounds I fin's ill do fee;

In fin I'll not proceed,

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