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TJ O W sweet and awful is the Place?
Here, every bowel of our God,
With soft Compassion rolls: Here Peace and Pardon, bought with Blood,
Is Pood for dying Souls.
While all our Hearts, and all our Tongues,
Join to admire the Feast;
Lord, why was I a Guest?
'Twas the fame Love that spread the Feast,
That sweetly drew us in: Else we had still refus'd to taste,
And perish'd in our Sin.
TJ O W condescending, and how kind,
He funk beneath our heavy Woes,
To raise us to his Throne:
But cost his Heart a Groan!
Now, Now, tho' he reigns exalted high,
His Love is still as great! Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor let his Saints forget.
Here we behold his Bowels roll,
As kind, as when he dy'd, And fee the Sorrows of his Soul,
Bleed thro' his wounded Side.
Here we receive repeated Seals
Of Jesu's dying Love:
One soft Affection move.
Here let our Hearts begin to melt,
And with our Joy, for pardon'd Guilt,
nEHOLD a Mystery!
V* Of Love divinely Free, We had all offended God,
God himself a Ransom found, God the Son pour'd out his Blood,
He hath once for all aton'd.
The God of Nature fee
Suffers in the Creature's stead, .
The Sun withdraws his Light,
And wraps the World in Night, Nature cannot bear to fee
Her Creator suffering thus! Yet alas! whit Hearts have we!
Cold and stupid at his Cross.
'Tis sinish'd, Jesus cries!
Then bows his Head and Dies? He, who knew no spot of Mn,
All our Curse and Burden bore, Dy'd to make us Sinners Clean,
Dy'd that we might sin no more.
Sinners, draw near to God,
Sinners, view the doleful Ganien,
Nothing but thy Blood, O Jesus,
Softly to thy Garden lead us,
To behold thy bloody Sweat,
Tho' thou from the Curse dost free us,
Let us not the Cost forget:
Be thy Groans and Cries rehearsed,
By the Spirit, in our Ears,
'Till we, viewing whom we've pierced,
Melt in sympathetick Tears.
I 'John. v. 6.
LE T all our Tongues be one,
It cost him Cries and Tears,
To bring us near to God!
To make our Payment good.
Insinite was our Guilt,
But he, our Priest, atones:
And offer'd with his Groans.
M; 4, Look, Look up, my Soul, to him,
Whose Death was thy desert;
Flow from his breaking Heart.
Thus the Redeemer came,
By Water and by Blood,
We feel his Witness good.
Lord, cleanse my Soul from Sin,
Nor let thy Grace depart: Great Comforter! abide within,
And witness to my Heart.
Pardon brought U our Senses,
IO R D, how divine thy Comforts are!
There the rich bounties of our God,
And sweetest Glories stiine: There Jesus fays, that I am his,
And my beloved's mine.
What mail we pay our heav'nly King?
For Grace so vast as this?
And seals it with a Kiss.