My drouzy frame I do abhor; Awake me, that I fleep no more. 4 A feeble helpless creature I Do at thy pleasure live or die: O lift the rod, thy wrath remove, My heart fubdue to thee by love; My fins forgive, and to me turn: Spare me, for fin to weep and mourn, 5 Lord, rule my heart, and in me live, And let no darling luft furvive : O bring my wand'rings to an end, That fo my thoughts may upward tend. Thy feeble duft with pity fee; It mints and creeps to win to thee. 6 O Father of my dying Lord, Fulfil to me his gracious word: Thy Spirit grant, for which he pray'd; His influences on me fhed.
Nothing but fin I thee can give; But quicken me, and I fhall live.
Give Thanks for REDEEMING LOVE:
Į FATHER, thy love fhines in thy Son; Thou gav'ft him, tho' thou had'st but one, To ranfom a rebellious race,
And us tranflate from fin to grace. O, for his fake, our fins remove, And we'll exalt redeeming love. 2 Dear Jefus bore the fins of men; Th' immortal God, the Lamb was flain. Eternal bleffings on the Lamb, Let angels trumpet out his fame; With angels bright, and faints above, We'll join, and fing his dying love. We thee adore, O Chrift the Son, Who with thy Father dear art One, And One the Holy Ghost with thee, The One Eternal God in Three: O make us meet with faints above
To magnify redeeming love..
Thou faw'ft that all our pow'r was gone, And to redeem us there was none : 4 B 2
If for us thou wouldst not atone, Eternally we were undone ;
Therefore thou left thy throne above, Vail'd thy perfections all but love. 5 For us thou pray'd, for us waft flain, For us thou lives and reigns again; For us thy blood did once atone, And now it pleads before thy throne. To Jefus only we do fly,
And on his facrifice rely.
6 For us Chrift lives to intercede, For us he doth this moment plead : "Forgive their thoughts and actions.too; "Father, they know not what they do."? Lord, fince our Surety paid the debt, Our fouls from wrath at freedom fet.
CHRIST'S Incarnation wonderful,
1 JESUS, immortal Son of God, Thou chofe with mortals thy abode, A virgin's womb thou didst not scorn: Angels are ftruck to fee thee born; Thee, who the earth's foundation laid, A little fucking infant made.
2 Him whom the heav'ns cannot contain, Behold a woman's knees fuftain.
Great God, all praise we offer thee, That thou vouchfaf'ft à man to be, To fave loft men from wrath and fin, That we might heaven enter in.
3 Let all admire that divine love,
Which brought thee from thy throne above, Our flesh and frailties to affume,
To die, and ly within a tomb;
That ftrangers, who were far from God, Might be brought nigh by Jefu's blood. 4 Of him who did falvation bring, Continually I think and fing;
The Lamb fhall be my conftant theme, I'll fing his birth, his blood and name ; The Lamb is worthy that was flain, On God's eternal throne to reign,
5 Us he did love when enemies; To fave us, on the cross he dies. 'Tis finish'd, with loud voice he cry'd "You're fafe, my friends, for all is paid; And, as my blood doth now atone, "It goes to plead before the throne," 6 No angel's tongue can ever tell The glory of Immanuel
O, for his fake, my fins forgive, And let repenting finners live; For me accept Chrift's righteousness, And with more grace me daily blefs.
CHRIST is our Treasure and Bliss,
1 I'LL not feek my treasure here In this dry barren land; Shadows only here appear, And cares on ev'ry hand:
I would mount above to taste The fealt thou gives to faints fo free, Lord, come down to me with hafle, Or take me up to thee.
2 Jefus purchas'd all my blifs, On him my hopes depend, He himself my treasure is; Lord, keep me to the end. Jefus purchas'd me a feast, When he dy'd on the curfed tree. Lord, come down to me with hafte, Or take me up to thee,
Hide me in thy bleffed wounds,
And cleanfe me in thy blood;
Glory to thy name redounds
When thou doft finners good: Let me have thee for my guest,
Be not a stranger unto me.
Lord, come down to me with hafte,
Or take me up to thee.
Well thou know'ft my fin and fhame; Forgive me, and speak peace : Jefus, caufe me know thy name, Shew me thy fmiling face:
Lord, thy mercy ftill doth laft; For good a token let me fee. Lord, come down to me with hafte, Or take me up to thee.
5 Now by faith the Lamb we fee With pleasure and delight; Much increas'd our joy will be When faith is turn'd to fight: I defire with Chrift to reft, Where I his face may clearly fee. Lord, come down to me with hafte, Or take me up to thee.
CHRIST interpofing for fallen Man.
I OF fhadows men dream
But we will proclaim
The Lamb's death and conquefts, and found forth his name. He faw when we fell,
Our face was to hell;
Our Lamb interpofed for men that rebel.
2 Soon did he begin
For us to ftep in :
"O Father, forgive them, they know not their fin. "Them do not confume,
"For I the Lamb come
"To fatisfy juftice in guilty men's room.” 3 He was not deny'd,
The Father comply'd :
Our guilt he laid on him, and for it he dy’d. He's nail'd to the tree,
From fin and hell prifon, with God's enemie. 4 Our Lamb we'll adore, Though devils do roar,
Envy us, purfue us, and tempt us fo fore They rage all in vain
One foul as a captive, for whom the Lamb's flain.
To weak ones he's kind;
He'll not dwell in heaven, and leave one behind;
And then he will come,
Me fafely to carry to my bleffed home. 6 Griev'd foul, keep his road, Pore not on fins load,
Inftead of thy Saviour, all cover'd with blood. Christ faith, Look on me (For cafe) on the tree;
Look ftraight to thy furety, and thou fhalt be free. 7 When I'm with fin prest,
And fears are increast,
I'll look up to Jefus, who gives finners reft. · I will look to thee,
Dear Lord, on the tree;
Yea, fing of thy bowels, and bleeding for me.
A Song of praife, and Addrefs to the Blefjed TRINITY.
1 TO God Almighty, One in Three, Eternal praise be giv'n;
Who us from hell, thro' Christ, set free, To reign with him in heav'n. Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah, AMEN.
2 Unto the Father, and the Son, And Spirit ever bleft,
The undivided Trinity, Be praises still addrest. Hallelujub, &c.
3 Father, thou gav'ft great proof of love, To men by fin undone,
When for our ranfom thou fent down Thy dear and only Son. Hallelujah, &c.
4 When we were finking to the pit,
How did thy bowels move!
To fave us, thou wouldst have him die : Great proof that God is love!
The dear Son's love let all men praise,
Who from the Father came
At time appointed, for to be Our facrificed Lamb.
Hallelujah, &c.
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