Look on the weak and bruised reed, O wash me in thy precious blood, And fo prefent me unto God. 3 The gofpel-news my faith fuftain : 4 Which fay, for us the Lamb was flain : Who out of love for men would die. 7 When Chrift draws nigh, there's none can move, I then cry, "I not let thee go, Till from thee bleffings to me flow." 8 I'll glory only in our Lord, By whom our nature is reftor'd': On Jefus all my hopes depend. Lord, love me, keep me to the end. HYMN XCIV. CHRIST'S wondrous Love and BLOOD. 1 THE heav'ns and earth do brightly shine, of glorious pow'r divine: With rays But of our mercies Chrift's the fpring, His wondrous love that made him die 2 Since finite off'rings all were vain, Amazing Amazing love that God fhould die 66 Father, they know not what they do." 5 No angel's tongue can ever tell The glory of Immanuel :' All his love-wonders, and his name, Eternity cannot proclaim. Lord, make us meet with faints above, To fing thy everlasting love. HYMN XCV. The Riches and Glory of SAINTS above. I CHRIST's poverty and state so mean 'Tho' ftrangers here, and poor in hand, 3 Above the faints for ever reft 4 In Jefu's their Redeemer's breast: And did afcend his blood to plead ; The 5 The napkin left, when he did rife, Let's wait till Chrift our judge appear, And' mong his faints enrol my name; HYMN XCVI. The Lord's People feafting at his Table. 1 JESUS, thy feast we celebrate; 4 I faid, He's mine, and I am his; JESUS, JESUS, poffefs my heart alone, And in me let thy will be done. HYMN XCVII. The Love and facrifice of CHRIST. 1 CHRIST Jefus the Lamb, His love to poor finners is always the fame. Part of it we'll utter, and wonder at the rest. Chrift would be incarnate, to pay his foul's price, Love brought the Creator for creatures to die. His blood all would shed, Even ly in the grave that all might be paid. 6 All off'rings were vain But Chrift for us flain n; This facrifice only our peace can obtain. 7 His dear Son God gave To ly in a grave, And wade thro' hell's forrows, loft finners to fave. 8 Chrift's death makes us gaze! Who can this love praise ! It doth the bright angels and faints all amaze. 9 Chrift for us was dead, Now lives as our Head; For us in the heav'ns his blood he doth plead. 10 Exalted he stands, Shews his bleeding hands: Christ, having paid juftice, our freedom demands. 11 Salvation he brings, Which in our ears rings, To make us more happy than great earthly kings. 12 Chrift's blood we hear call All forts great and small; His wounds do perfuade us in his arms to fall. VOL. IV. 4 G HYMN HYMN XCVIII. CHRIST's Love makes him die, rife, afcend, and return. I LOVE did condescend To be our peace-maker, the ftrife for to end. Love brought him from heaven, in grave for to lic. Love will make him return again for our fake. For faints when they come ; First here he prepares them, then brings them all home. 5 Some time he now stays, Yet he'll the dead raise, And convene his people to fhew forth his praife. To finners doth flame: Of fin it can purge out the very remains. Which here men efteem: Christ only I want, me from fin to redeem. 10 Let all him believe, Who can fin forgive, And all from its bondage their fouls can relieve. 11 Christ all men will try, Our Judge comes away; His flock he will gather in that folemn day. 12 Their names he doth mind, To weak ones he's kind; He'll not go to heav'n, and leave one behind. HYMN |