Chrift fuffer'd naked, me to clothe
With righteousness and glory both;
His parching thirst, and cup of gall,
In bitter griefs me comfort fhall.
Let fouls that would be fatisfy'd,
"Know Jefus and him crucify'd."
4 Cnrift's five wide wounds do bid me come
To lodge in them: for there is room:
His loud and agonizing cry
Heav'n's gates will open when I die.
If you would fee them open'd wide,
"Know Jefus, and him crucify'd."
6 Chrift's open'd fide my cave shall be,,
To which from foes my foul fhall flee;
The water which from it did flow
Shall quench my thirft while here below.
Would you in this dear refuge hide?
"Know Jefus, and him crucify'd."
HYMN XIX.
Gratitude for REDEEMING LOVE.
I IMMANUEL's fame I'll fpread abroad,
And loudly praife my bleeding God;
For thefe love-wonders now I fee,
I'll praife thee, through eternity.
Lord, make me meet with faints above
To fing thy everlasting love.
The Word made flesh, the Lamb once flain,
Aftonifh angels as well's men;
This fhews God's love in fuch degree
As it can never fathom'd be.
Lord, make me meet with faints above
To fing thy everlasting love.
3 Why, Lord, didst thou fuch pain endure ?
He faith, Thy finful foul to cure;
My crimson blood to you doth fay,
Your crimson fins I'll wash away.
Amazing love, that God fhould die
For man that was his enemy!
I plac'd myself in finners room,
Your flesh and frailties did affume;
I for your debt engag'd alone,
And for your fins dy'd to atone,
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Amazing love, that God fhould die
For man that was his enemy!
5 O Lamb of God, to men thou'rt good
How shall I fhew my gratitude!
I'll kiss thy feet, and thee adore,
And grieve that I can do no more.
Lord fit my foul to live with thee,
To fing his praise who dy'd for me.
6 I thank thee, Jefus, my dear Lord,
For all the pains thou haft endur'd:
Caufe thou my foul thy love to know,
Who bled to make me white as fnow.
Lord fit my foul to live with thee,
To fing his praise who dy'd for me.
HYMN XX.
The FEAST of COMMEMORATION.
ITO faints affemblies I'll repair,
And vent my heart in praise and pray'r
The day Chrift rofe, I'll him extol,
And fhew his death with heart and foul.
I none defire to know befide
My Jefus, and him crucify'd.
2 Chrift crucify'd is ftill my feaft;
They Jefus love, who Jefus tafte;
I'll on his purchafe fix mine eyes,
And feast on fruits of paradise.
I none defire to know befide
My Jefus, and him crucify'd.
3 We take the bleft figns in our hands,
And fo obey our Lord's commands:
Remembring thee, we do attend ;
And this we'll do till time shall end.
Thy death to fhew, faints will take care,
Until they meet thee in the air.
4 Thy bleft remembrance yields delight,
But far more fweet will be thy fight:
Hence 'tis my daily cry to Thee,
O dearest Jefus come to me.
I none defire to know befide
My Jefus, and him crucify'd.
5 A fight of Jefus on the cross
Makes all this world appear as dross:
Lord, what are earthly things to me,
But clouds that part my foul and thee!
O tune my foul for fongs above;
Increase my light, inflame my love,
6 Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace, and dying love.
Worthy is Christ our bleffed Lamb,
That bore for men the cross and fhame,
On God's eternal throne to reign,
Since he for us was pierc'd and flain.
HYMN XXI.
Know Jesus only.
I JOIN, ye tribes of ransom❜d men,
With hearts and tongues to fing,
Worthy's the Lamb that was flain
To be our Lord and King :
Let mens wills unto him bow,
Since out of love for men he dy'd:
Only Jefus will I know,
And Jefus crucify'd.
2 For our fins Chrift's blood was fpilt,
His foul did torments feel:
If we mourn not for our guilt,
Our hearts are hard as fteel.
Lord, cause tears from hearts to flow:
O pity them whofe hearts are dry'd.
Only Jefus will I know,
And Jefus crucify'd..
Sin I fhun with all its charms,
Since it would me destroy:
Take me, Lord, into thy arms,
Me fafe to heav'n convoy ;
While I travel here below,
Still keep me near thy pierced fide.
Only Jefus will I know,
And Jefus crucify'd.
4 Earth affords not my chief good,
In Chrift my bliss doth ly;
Earth's vain dreams mens hearts delude,
Empty world, I thee let
Adieu to all thy pomp and pride.
Only Jefus will I know.
And Jefus crucify'd.
5 Earth I quit for rest above,
Below there's nothing fure:
Christ I make my Lord, my Love ;
In him my all's fecure.
O let faith still in me grow,
All vanities I'll lay afide.
Only Jefus will I know.
And Jefus crucify'd.
A Saint chufes not to lay behind CHRIST.
I IN the wine-prefs of God's wrath
My deareft Lamb was crush'd;
There he groan'd and bled to death,
Yea, low was laid in dust :
But he rofe, to fhew his love;
To plead for us, to heav'n he's gone.
Since my head and heart's above,
Why Aay I here to groan?
2 Friend of finners, King of faints,
Plead for me with thy blood;
While I'm in the land of wants,
Still fend me heav'nly food:
My heart-plagues do thou remove,
Of them to thee I make my moan.
Since my head and heart's above,
Why fay I bere to groan?
3 Into Jefu's hands I fall,
By faith I thee embrace ;
King of glory hear me call,
And heal me by thy grace;
Let thy Spirit in me move,
To fix my faith on Chrift alone.
Since my head and heart's above,
Why fay I bere to groan?
4 Lord, thou fay it, I quickly come;
Saints for thy coming pray:
While thou ftay'it, I'm far from home;
Lord Jefus, come away:
On things earthly I'll not rove,
Like Chrift among them there is none.
Since my head and heart's above,
Why Stay I here to groan?
HYMN XXIII.
The Fountain of CHRIST's Blood.
1 WE blefs God for this matchless blood,
Which to us freely streams,
And fallen men from fin and hell
Moft powerfully redeems.
2 Eternal thanks to God's dear Son,
Who pour'd this ftreaming flood,
To wash from fin, and to enfure
Our fouls eternal good,
3 Bethfeda, Jordan, Siloam's pool,
Are vain, they do no good
For cleanfing fouls, or purging fins,
As doth this divine blood,
4 Come, leprous fouls, to this new pool,
And bathe yourselves therein:
Why should you die, when God provides
This remedy for fin?
Unto this open fountain bring
My finful foul, O God,
And all my spotted garments cleanfe
In my Redeemer's blood.
6 Upon this remedy divine
Alone my hopes are built :
This many thousand fouls have tried,
It purg'd away their guilt.
7 Give accefs, Lord, unto thy blood,
And faith to wash, till I
Be purify'd and throughly clean
From all iniquity.
8 Praife for the doctrine of free grace,
Which Jefu's gospel founds;
Praise for free love, and cleanfing blood
That flows from Jefu's wounds.
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