To be our priest and facrifice, For our fins to atone. 2 Thou gav'ft thy Son and Spirit both 3 But drops of tears can ne'er repay Our whole felves then we give to thee; 4 We praise thee, Son, who in our room 5 Slain beafts for fin could not atone: 6 This facrifice, more precious 7 Father, thy love me overwhelms : 8 When men rejoice in earthly things, 9 Father, to thee eternally 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 brings him down a fecond time, 4 When devils rag'd, he then engag'd 5 He them defy'd, when that he dy'd To fave us from hell's fhow'rs. His life gave up, the flood to stop, And bring us to his fold. 6 Love made him on the cross to bleed, Love made the tree him brought to duft 7 Chrift fuffer'd: why he's pleas'd to fee Into his wounds to come. 8 Hence he declares none perish shall Who in him do believe; Their fins he'll pardon, and them take Under the fhadow of his cross HYMN XXXVI. A HYMN to the HOLY GHOST. I LORD, fend thy Spirit down to us, He'll He'll caufe us fee our fall and help, And unto Jefus fly. 2 Thou, who at Pentecoft didft fend 3 That gladly we, like them, may found And fhew the mighty pow'r and fruits 4 Come, Holy Ghoft, thou heavenly Dove Renew our fouls, and fill our hearts 5 We are thy workmanship; but fin 6 Create in us all things anew, Caufe old things pass away; Let David's house in us grow ftrong 8 O kindly guide poor travellers ६ And bring us to our Father's house, HYMN XXXVII. The Balm of CHRIST'S Blood. CHRIST's blood, that universal balm 2 This fov'reign blood doth purge out fin, It gives us light and strength within, 3 By this blood, hell its prey hath loft, VOL. IV. Now Now willing fouls may be forgiv❜n 4 No blood like this was ever shed, Mens hearts it draws, and pleads their cause: No voice like it's fo fweet. 5 Abel's fhed blood did vengeance cry: And fhed his blood for enemies, 7 Great love it was for God to bleed 8 O let this divine blood of thine This bleffing grant, though earthly gifts 6 In my faith's arms I take the Lamb, His precious blood I do apply, HYMN XXXVIII. Shew forth CHRIST'S Death. I SINCE our Redeemer faith, Do this; Till Chrift to us return again, Thus we his death will fhew. 2 How sweet and welcome to our fouls Tho' it be no more but a tafte 3 Thy fleth, Lord, is the fweeteft food, 4 Thy purchas'd fruits are the beft fare Coftly 1 Coftly to Chrift, tho' free to us: Moft sweetly do they tafte. 5 Here we fet forth our fuff'ring Lord, 6 The nails which pierc'd his hands and feet, The thorns which crown'dd his bleffed head, 7 Since Chrift requires us for to shew What wounds, and blood, and agonies, 8 Thus we review thy death for us, We praife thy love, and reft upon 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 2 My Lord I fee nail'd to the tree, 3 Thy fide wide open'd with a fpear, I kifs the nail-holes in thy hands, 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 I fee my fins prepar'd the cross, The thorns, the nails, and fpear, Which tore thy flesh; they made thy foul 6 In thy wounds I fin's ill do fee; In fin I'll not proceed, 3 Z 2 No |