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JESU, let thy pitying Eye,
Turn and look, &c.
Surely with that dying Word,
Our Suff'rings are not worth a Thoughts
When, Lord, compar'd with thine.
Our humble Faith here takes her rife,
While fitting round his Board, And back to Calvary she fies,..
To view her groaning Lord. His Soul what Agonies it felt !
When his own God withdrew, And the large load of all our Guilt.
Lay heavy on him too.
Supported him to bear
And made his Triumph there.
And all our Lives with Praise.
H Y M N XXXIII.
1 John, iii, 16. THE God of the Skies,
1 On Calvary Dies, Our perfect atonement and great Sacrifice..
Loft Sinners who feel, .
Your Sins deserve Hell, What plenteous Redemption doth Jesus reveal: . N 20
Then let us adore
His Goodness and Power, And praise him now, henceforth, and for ever-,
Come wash us in thý cleansing Blood;