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6 Father, to us thy Spirit fend,
For which thy Son did pray:

Let him apply Chrift's blood and fruits,
And banish fin away.
Hallelujah, &c.

7 May he thine image on us ftamp,
And what we loft restore.
And caufe us to obey thy will,
With all our mind and pow'r.
Hallelujah, &c.

8 Let faints and angels join in one,
That great love to proclaim
Of him that fits upon the throne,
And of the worthy Lamb.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, AMEN.

HYMN LXII.

CHRIST'S Beauty and Loveliness!

I SINCE I beheld thy wondrous love
Difplay'd upon the cross,

The world and all things here below
Do look like dung and drofs.
2 The Fairest of ten thousand, I
Will make my pleafing theme;
I'll fing his love and conftancy,
His beauty and his name.

3 There's nothing founds so sweet to me
As Christ's Name, Blood, and Cross :
Befides the merits of his death,

All things I count for lofs.
4 Since Jefus for our fins would die,'
Who would not love the Lamb?
Thy perfon's lovely and to me.

Moft fweetly founds thy name.
5 Thou'rt white and ruddy in my eyes,
Fairer than fons of men ;
Thou altogether lovely art,

The Chief of thoufauds ten.

6 Could men by faith mount up to fee
Our fhining Saviour dear,

Had they the smallest glimpse of thee,
Creatures would difappear.

Who

7 Who can thy worth and love declare?
Thy pity knows no bounds:
The vileft men thou call'ft to fee
Into thy open wounds,

8 I then accept thine offer free

To fave my foul from hell:

Since winds and feas thy word obey,
Should hearts of men rebel!

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HYMN LXIII.

Thanks to CHRIST for his Love and Sufferings.

INLET us together meet and praife

The flaughter'd Lamb of God,

And with joint hearts fing forth his grace,
His Name, his Love, and Blood.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen.

2 Into this wildernefs he came

For three and thirty years,

To feek his poor, loft, ftraying sheep.
With many pray'rs and tears.
Hallelujah, &c.

3 The most defpis'd he would not lose,
But after them he fought;

4

He stopt not till he found them all,
And with a price them bought.
Hallelujah, &c.

The price was great; his blood divine
For them must all be fhed:

In love, to fave from hell and fin,
Christ's veins most freely bled,
Hallelujah, &c.

5 O blefs the Lamb who gave himself
For Adam's finking crew,
To purchase our redemption,
When hell-fire was our due.
Hallelujah, &c.

6 He took our guilt and curfes due,
Our freedom to obtain :

He lov'd our fouls; and, them to fave,
The Prince of life was flain.

Hallelujah, &c.

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7 To Chrift we'll live, to Chrift we'll die,
Who was our facrifice;

He well deferves our life and death,
Who bought's with fuch a price.
Hallelujah, &c.

8 Let hearts, and tongues, and all unite,
Chrift's love and fame to raise;
Let all our actions honour him,
And our whole life be praise..
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen.

HYMN LXIV.

Let CHRIST'S Kingdom come.

I THE coming of thy kingdom, Lord,
Is our heart's great delight:
The thrones and kingdoms of thy foes
Them conquer in thy might.

2 Caufe many glory in the Lord,
And in his ftreaming blood;

For nothing can men mens hearts fubdue
But that o'erflowing flood.

3 The well which from thy fide doth spring
Keep open to us ftill,

That we and ev'ry thirsty foul May come and drink our fill. 4 O let the number be increas'd

Of them thy wounds that know, And feel the virtue of that blood

Which from the fame did flow.

5 Teach men to come to God by thee,
Cause them from flqth arife
Shew them thy death is unto God

A pleafing facrifice.

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6 Send days of pow'r to bow their wills

Thine offers to embrace;

Make thefe, who earthly things admire,
Admirers of free grace.

O Father of our flaughter'd Lamb,

Remember men for good;

Be mindful of his pray'rs and tears,

And hear his fpeaking blood.

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8 Thy Spirit grant, for which he pray'd; Convictions make like darts.

O Father, glorify thy Son,

And melt ten thousand hearts.

HYMN LXV.

The convinced Soul coming to CHRIST.

1 I AM now fenfible of guilt;
Lord hear the leper's pray's:
O Jefus, Master, if thou wilt,
Thou canft me cleanse and spare.
2 Where can a burden'd confcience go
But unto Jefu's blood?

What can wash our deep ftains of guilt,
But this foul-cleanfing flood?

3 When I am made to fee my guilt,
Hide not this blood from me:
If this relief should be conceal'd,
I'll fink in mifery.

4 Such hiding fure comes not of thee;
'Tis I who am to blame :.

My heart proves falfe, it shuts thee out;
I unbelieving am,

5 Oh, justly vile unthankful I

May be fhut out by thee;

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But, Father, look on Jefu's wounds,
And hear them plead for me.

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6 Altho' my fins have swell'a
And do for vengeance call,

Christ's blood, like to a mighty fea,
Can quickly drown them all.

my cry,

7 Thou, Son of David, hear
Let me receive my fight:
Stand ftill and call me país not by..
My darknefs turn to light.

8 Come, fay unto my grieved foul,
Now fore oppreft with fear,
Your fins are freely pardoned;
Fear not, be of good cheer.
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HYMN LXVI.

Senfible Souls crying to GOD, and pleading

CHRIST'S Blood.

I LAME fouls here at Bethesda's pool
Wait till the waters move :

Lord, ftir the pool, and help us in ;
Our cure comes from above.

2 Chrift's blood, which mighty changes works,
Can all our plagues remove:

Let this blood stream into our hearts,
Them foften by thy love.

3 Thy blood's my balm, my help, my hope;
To it with guilt I flee:
When fin me ftings, I mourn,
To plunge me in this fea

4 When I as dead in fin do ly,
Lord, haften to my grave

I run

Raise me, like Laz'rus, with thy cry;
From fp'ritual death me fave.

5 When my heart's barren, hard or cold,
With heav'nly rain me blefs:
Rife, fhine on me with warming beams,
Thou Sun of righteoufnefs.

6 When fin and fatan me delude,
And make me go aftray,

Lead my by faith to Jéfu's clefts,
So I'll regain my way.

7 Make me repent, in Christ believe,
My carnal heart renew:

Thus make me meet for heav'n above,
Where faints thy face do wiew.

8 In me exert thy fov'reign grace,

And conquer all my pow'rs;

Let Chrift's blood draw my heart to him,
And make it foft like fhow'rs

9 Jefus, I afk, I feek, and knock,

As thou doft me command:

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Now let me find; make good thy word,
For this I waiting stand.

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