LORD, how great's the Favour, That we fuch Sinners Poor, Can thro' thy Blood's fweet favour, Approach thy Mercy's Door: And find an open Paffage Unto the Throne of Grace, There wait the welcome Meffage, That bids us go in Peace.
Lord, we are helplefs Creatures, Full of the deepest Need, Throughout defil'd by Nature, Stupid and inly Dead':
Our Strength is perfect Weakness, And all we have is Sin,
Our Hearts are all Uncleanness, A den of Thieves within.
In this forlorn Condition, Who fhall afford us Aid, Where fhall we find Compaffion, But in the Church's Head! Jefus thou, art all Pity, O take us to thine Arms, And exercise thy Mercy, To fave us from all Harms.
We'll never ceafe repeating Our numberlefs Complaints, But ever be intreating The glorious King of Saints ::
'Till we attain the Image Of pure and Gofpel Love. And pay our grateful Homage, With all the Saints above.
Then we, with all in Glory, Shall thankfully relate, Th' amazing, pleafing Story, Of Jefu's Love fo great; In this bleft Contemplation, May we for ever dwell, And fhare fuch Confolation, As none below can tell.
WHAT fhall we render unto thee,
Thou glorious Lord of Life and Pow's,
Teach us to bow the humble Knee, Teach us with thankfulness t'adore, To praise thee as thy Saints above, To praise thee for thy wond'rous Love,
When, like loft Sheep, we wander'd wide, And left the watchful Shepherd's Eye, When borne along the impetuous Tide, Of this World, Sin and Vanity.
Then Jefus from the Heavens came down, To fave us, by his Grace alone.
He bore our Sins upon the Tree, To seek and fave the Loft he came, There was he bound to fet us free From Death, and everlafting Shame: The Captive Flock from Hell was freed, And ranfom'd when their Shepherd bled.
Before the Father's awful Throne, Our merciful High Prieft yet ftands, And interceding for his own,
The purchas'd remnant now demands, His People's everlasting Friend,
loves them to the end.
May we his banish'd Ones rejoice, Him for our Lord and God to own, To take him as our only Choice, And cleave to him in Love alone; Still growing up in Holiness,
'Till call'd to meet in realms of Peace.
Then fhall our grateful Songs abound, And every tear be wip'd away, No Sin, no Sorrow fhall be found, No Night o'ercloud the endless Day: O praife him! all beneath, above, O praise him! praise the God of Love.
OW begin the heavenly Theme, Sing aloud in Jefu's Name,
Ye, who Jefu's Kindness prove, Triumph in redeeming Love.
Ye, who see the Father's Grace. Beaming in the Saviour's Face, As to Canaan on ye move, Praise and bless redeeming Love.
Mourning Souls, dry up your tears, Banifh all your guilty Fears, See your Guilt and Curfe remove, Cancel'd by redeeming Love.
Ye, alas! who long have been, Willing Slaves of Death and Sin; Now from Blifs no longer rove, Stop, and taste redeeming Love.
Welcome all by Sin oppreft, Welcome to his facred Reft, Nothing brought him from above, Nothing but redeeming Love.
He fubdu'd th' infernal Powers, His tremendous Foes and Ours; From their curfed Empire drove, Mighty in redeeming Love. Hither then your Mufick bring, Strike aloud each chearful String, Mortals join the Hofts above, Join to praise redeeming Love.
HOU Shepherd of Ifrael Divine, The Joy of the upright in Heart,
For clofer Communion they pine, Still, ftill, to refide where thou art : The Pafture, Oh! when shall we find, Where all, who their Shepherd obey, Are fed, on thy Bofom reclin'd, Are skreen'd from the heat of the Day.
Ah! fhew us that happiest Place, That Place of thy People's Abode, Where Saints in an Extafy gaze, And hang on a crucify'd God: Thy Love for loft Sinners declare, Thy Paffion and Death on the Tree; Our Spirits to Calvary bear,
To Suffer and triumph with thee.
'Tis there with the Lambs of thy Flock, There only we'd covet to Reft!
To lie at the foot of the Rock, Or rife to be hid in thy Breaft; 'Tis there we would always abide, And never a Moment depart, Conceal'd in the Cleft of thy Side, Eternally held in thine Heart,
RAISE the Lord who reigns above,
And keeps his Courts below,
Praise the holy God of Love, And all his Greatnefs fhew:
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