Look on the weak and bruised reed,
Which from thee ftrength doth always need.
2 I'm weak and finful, dearest Lamb;
But come and take me as I am:

O wash me in thy precious blood,

And fo prefent me unto God.

3 The gofpel-news my faith fuftain :

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Which fay, for us the Lamb was flain :
To Jefus let the guilty fly,

Who out of love for men would die.
"I none defire to know befide
Chrift Jefus and him crucify'd."
Accept me in his righteousness,
And in my heart his love increase.
5 My robes are Jefu's righteousness,
My foul is faireft in this drefs:
Put on me righteoufnefs divine;
Say, Chrift, with all he hath, is mine.
6 Thy vifit would revive my foul,
Thy gracious prefence makes me whole;
Come down, Lord, fhew thyfelf to me,
Or elfe take up my foul to thee.

7 When Chrift draws nigh, there's none can move,
Nor part my heart from his fweet love:

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.

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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,
Let men his acts and battles fing;

His wondrous love that made him die
For man his mortal enemy.

2 Since finite off'rings all were vain,
Of in to purge away the ftain ;
Chrift faid, I come a facrifice
That juftice fully fatisfies.

Amazing

Amazing love that God fhould die
For man his mortal enemy!
3 My Lord, amidst his agonies,
His dying groans and bitter cries,
Did pray for us who us'd him fo,

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Father, they know not what they do."
Chrift's blood did then for us atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.
4 They're bleft who know their fins forgiv'n.
In Jefu's wounds they have found heav'n,
With faith I'll view thy blood and cross;
The world compar'd with thee is drofs.
I'll praife King David's Son and Lord,
And with him ev'ry where ador'd.

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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
For us great riches did obtain.

'Tho' ftrangers here, and poor in hand,
We journey to the promis'd land:
Christ's riches there are largely giv'o;
All wants fhall be made up in heav'n.
2 In heav'n the King unvails his face,
Which makes't a glorious dwelling place:
When shall the happy minute come
I'll change my banishment for home,
And mount and make my bleft abode
With my dear Lamb, my Lord and God?

3 Above the faints for ever reft

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In Jefu's their Redeemer's breast:
In holiness they're pure and white,
They fpotlefs fhine like morning light.
O draw me up, the Lamb to see,
And live with him that dy'd for me.
For us our Lord rofe from the dead,

And did afcend his blood to plead ;

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The napkin left, when he did rife,
From tears may wipe the mourners eyes.
Since he hath got the victorie,
Sufficient is his grace for me.

Let's wait till Chrift our judge appear,
And caufe the dead his voice to hear;
My abfolution he'll proclaim,

And' mong his faints enrol my name;
He'll with his hands put on my crown,
And bid me on his throne fit down.

HYMN XCVI.

The Lord's People feafting at his Table.

1 JESUS, thy feast we celebrate;
At thy command the bread we eat
And drink the cup of facred wine;
To fhew thy death thy friends combine;
Do this we will, and fo prepare
To meet thee coming in the air.
2 Thy table fhews thy love and grace,
And entertains our fouls with peace:
Our hearts by right are only thine;
Poffefs them, Lord, with love divine :
Nail our defires unto the cross;
For all befide thee is but drofs-
3 Feed fouls, and on their graces fhine,
And all their pow'rs poffefs as thine;
In ftrength of this meal let us move
Towards the mount of God above;
To feel thy pow'r, to hear thy voice,
To taste thy love is all our choice.
Chrift made me at his table dine,
He ravifh'd me with love divine:
He gave a tafte of future blifs

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I faid, He's mine, and I am his;
All treasures here thou'rt far before ;
Since Chrift is mine I afk no more.
5 My heart and pow'rs invite the King,
My tongue is loos'd his praise to fing;
With me, let all the hofts above
Shew forth the praise of matchless love;

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,
To fave us he came;

His love to poor finners is always the fame.
2 The love in his breast
Cannot be expreft;

Part of it we'll utter, and wonder at the rest.
3 When no facrifice
Could for man fuffice,

Chrift would be incarnate, to pay his foul's price,
4 In fin men did ly,
None pardon could buy ;

Love brought the Creator for creatures to die.
5 Man he would be made,

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

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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.

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HYMN XCVIII.

CHRIST's Love makes him die, rife, afcend, and return.

I LOVE did condescend
Our Lord down to fend

To be our peace-maker, the ftrife for to end.
2 Chrift wept did and cry,
And for our fins die;

Love brought him from heaven, in grave for to lic.
3 Love made him awake,
To heaven go back ;

Love will make him return again for our fake.
4 Above Chrift makes room

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.
6 O when fhall time end,
That I may afcend
Eternity wholly in praises to spend!
7 The love of the Lamb

To finners doth flame:
Tho' fin do defile me, take me as I am.
8 Thy blood me can cleanse
From my fouleft ftains;

Of fin it can purge out the very remains.
9 Things small to me feem

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.

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