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HYMN II.

TJ O W sweet and awful is the Place?
*,,* With Christ within the Doors!
While everlasting Love displays
The choicest of her Stores.

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;
Each of us cry, with thankful Tongues,

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.

HYMN III,
Cbrift's Dying Love.

TJ O W condescending, and how kind,
,*.*, Was God's eternal Son!
Our Mis'ry reach'd his heav'nly Mind,
And Pity brought him down.

He funk beneath our heavy Woes,

To raise us to his Throne:
There's ne'er a Gift his Hand bestows,

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:
Hard is the Wretch, that never feels

One soft Affection move.

Here let our Hearts begin to melt,
While we his Death record:

And with our Joy, for pardon'd Guilt,
Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord,

HYMN IV.
Crucifixion.

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
Nail'd to the cursed Tree!
He, who all the Creatures made,
He, whom Heaven and Earth obey,

M? Suffers.

Suffers in the Creature's stead, .
Who did their Creator flay.

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,
And wafl* in Jefu's Blood,
Lo! the Fountain open stands,
Pardon you may freely have;
'Jesus stretches out his Hand,
Longing ruin'd Souls to save.

HYMN V.
Tley jhall holt, lie. and Mwr-».

Sinners, view the doleful Ganien,
View your Jesus on the Tree;
Dearly purchasing a Pardon
For his People, full and Free:
View him now in Heaven sitting,
Interceding for us there,
Not a Moment intermitting
His Compassion, and his Care.

Nothing

Nothing but thy Blood, O Jesus,
Can relieve us from our Smart,
Nothing can from Guilt release us,
Nothing else can melt the Heart:
Jesus, all our Consolations
Flow from thee, the sov'reign Good,
Love and Faith, and Hope and Patience,
All are purchas'd by thy Blood.

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.

HYMN VI.

I 'John. v. 6.

LE T all our Tongues be one,
To praise our God on high.!
Who, from his Bosom, sent his Son,
To fetch us Strangers nigh.

It cost him Cries and Tears,

To bring us near to God!
Great was our Debt, and he appears

To make our Payment good.

Insinite was our Guilt,

But he, our Priest, atones:
On the cold Ground his Life was spilt,

And offer'd with his Groans.

M; 4, Look, Look up, my Soul, to him,

Whose Death was thy desert;
And humbly view the living stream,

Flow from his breaking Heart.

Thus the Redeemer came,

By Water and by Blood,
And when the Spirit speaks the fame,

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.

HYMN VII.

Pardon brought U our Senses,

IO R D, how divine thy Comforts are!
•* How heav'nly is the Place!
Where Jesus spreads the sacred Feast,
Of his redeeming Grace.

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?
He brings our Pardon to our Eyes,

And seals it with a Kiss.

Let

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