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Saviour, may we see thee bleeding 9 o
On the cross, to make us thine!
To this fleeting world below, A
Teach us, Lord, thy grace to know.. 2 Though unseen, be ever near us,
With the still small voice of love;
Every doubt and fear remove:
Of thy life and death of woe; lial
il mero di azier RA 336
. C. M. How sweet and awful is the place, 11 With Christ within the doors; While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores! 2 While all our hearts, and all our songs,
Join to admire the feast, Each of us cries, with thankful tongues,
“Lord, why was I a guest? 3 “Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there's room, When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come?” 4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast,
That sweetly drew us in;
And perished in our sin.
5 Pity the nations, O our God!
Constrain the earth to come;
And bring the strangers home.
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LOVE'S abyss there's no exploring, 1 Tis beyond the seraph's ken: Prostrate at thy feet adoring,
We'revere thy love to men. 2 Hail the Lamb who came to save us!
Hail the love that made him die! This great gift our God hath given us:
And we'll raise his honours high. 3 When we join the general chorus :
Of the royal blood-bought throng," Who to glory went before us,
Saved from every tribe and tongue; 4 Then we'll make the blissful regions
Echo to our Saviour's praise; . While the bright angelic legions,
Listen to the charming lays.
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And make them always thine, · That we from thee no more may stray,
No more from thee decline.
Behold we prostrate fall:
Let Christ be all in all!
3 Anoint us with thy heavenly grace,
Adopt us for thine own,
And worship at thy throne! 4 May the dear blood, once shed so free,
Our blest atonement prove; ;
The purchase of thy love!
AT the Lamb's high feast we sing,
Flowing from his wounded side.
Gives his sacred blood for wine,
Christ the victim, Christ the Priest. . 3 Where the Paschal blood is poured,
Death's dark angel sheaths his sword;
Through the wave that drowns the foe. 4 Christ, our Paschal Lamb, is elain,
Holy victim, without stain;
Heaven unfolds its gates on high. 5 Hymns of glory and of praise,
Father, unto thee we raise;
MAN BY NATURE. 340 . L. M. DEEP in the dust before thy throne,
Our guilt and our disgrace we own: Great God! we own the unhappy name
Whence sprang our nature and our shame. 2 But whilst our spirits, filled with awe,
Behold the terrors of thy law,
That sent to save our ruined race. 3 We sing thine everlasting Son,
Who joined our nature to his own;
Raises the ruins of the first. 4 Where sin did reign, and death abound,
There have the sons of Adam found
Reigns thro' the Lord our Righteousness. 341 C. M. GREAT King of glory and of grace,
We own, with humble shame,
And our first father's name.
The poison reigns within,
And willing slaves to sin.
And love the distance well; !
With haste we run the dangerous road
That leads to death and hell. 4 And can such rebels be restored,
Such natures made divine? Let sinners see thy glory, Lord,
And feel this power of thine. 342 C. M.
TORD, we are born a sensual race,': ♡ To sinful joys inclined; Reason has lost its native place,
And flesh enslaves the mind. 22 2 While flesh, and sense, and passion reign,
Sin is the sweetest good; We fancy music in our chain,
And so forget the load. 3 Great God, renew our ruined frame, e
Our broken powers restore; Inspire us with a heavenly flame,
"And flesh shall reign no more. 4 Eternal Spirit, write thy law
Upon our inward parts;
His image on our hearts. 343 :'? L. M. LORD, we are vile, conceived in sin, 1 And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the man, whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death: