HYMN XXXV. The amazing Love of CHRIST. 1 AMAZING love! that made God's Son For worms, yea, foes and rebels base, 2 Love made him lay afide his crown And like a fervant to come down To bear the cross, and die. 3 Love brought him down for worms to die. Love brings him down a second time, 4 When devils rag'd, he then engag'd 5 To fave us from hell's fhow'rs. His life gave up, the flood to stop, And bring us to his fold. 6 Love made him on the cross to bleed, Love made the tree him brought to duft 7 Chrift fuffer'd: why? he's pleas'd to fee Into his wounds to come. 8 Hence he declares none perifh fhall Their fins he'll pardon, and them take 9 All things to me are dung and drofs Under the fhadow of his cross HYMN XXXVI. A HYMN to the HOLY GHOST. 3 LORD, fend thy Spirit down to us, Chrift's purchafe to apply; He'll He'll caufe us fee our fall and help, 2 Thou, who at Pentecoft didft send grace; 3 That gladly we, like them, may found And fhew the mighty pow'r and fruits 4 Come, Holy Ghoft, thou heavenly Dove Renew our fouls, and fill our hearts 6 Create in us all things anew, 7 Let David's house in us grow ftrong Let fatan's holds and all our lufts 8 O kindly guide poor travellers Into the paths of peace, And bring us to our Father's house, HYMN XXXVII. The Balm of CHRIST'S Blood, I CHRIST's blood, that univerfal balm 2 This fov'reign blood doth purge out fin, It gives us light and ftrength within, up 3 By this blood, hell its prey hath loft, Juftice is fatisfy'd: VOL: IV. Now willing fouls may be forgiv'a 4 No blood like this was ever thed,' Mens hearts it draws, and pleads their caufe: No voice like it's fo fweet. 5 Abel's fhed blood did vengeance cry: But Chrift cry'd, Mercy fhew; Them pity, Father, and forgive; They know not what they do." 6 What love is this, that God should stoop 7 Great love it was for God to bleed Them from eternal wrath. This blefling grant, though earthly gifts 6 In my faith's arms I take the Lamb, His precious blood I do apply, HYMN XXXVIII. Shew forth CHRIST'S Death. 1 SINCE our Redeemer faith, Do this; Till Chrift to us return again, 2 How fweet and welcome to our fouls 3 Thy flesh, Lord, is the fweeteft food, 4 Thy purchas'd fruits are the beft fare Coftly Coftly to Chrift, tho' free to us: Moft sweetly do they taste. 5 Here we fet forth our fuff'ring Lord, 6 The nails which pierc'd his hands and feet, The thorns which crown'dd his bleffed head, 7 Since Chrift requires us for to shew What wounds, and blood, and agonies, 8 Thus we review thy death for us, HYMN XXXIX. The Believer's Work at the Holy Supper. I'LL fit beneath Immanuel's cross, Under thefe fhow'rs of blood: On my hard heart caufe drops to light 2 My Lord I fee nail'd to the tree, Thy fide wide open'd with a spear, 3 I kifs the nail-holes in thy hands, And think thefe bruifes fore and pangs 5 I fee my fins prepar'd the cross, The thorns, the nails, and fpear, 6 In thy wounds I fin's ill do fee; In fin I'll not proceed, 3 Z 2 Νε No more abuse thy love, nor make Which pierc'd my Lord to death: 8 Awake, my foul, with all thy pow'rs HYMN XL. Sweet Fruits of CHRIST's Sufferings. I THY gofpel, Lord, holds forth thy love 2 It is thy pain that giveth ease When I am full of pains and wounds, 3 Thy cries bring anfwers to my prayer's, Thy blood doth wash my crimson guilt, 4 Thy crofs doth bring me nigh to God, Thy blood brings pardon for my guilt, Which yields great peace within. 7 This is our loving Ranfomer, Who our whole curfe endur'd; And, having paid our dreadful debt, Our rooms in heav'n fecur'd. 8 To him that lov'd us unto death All honour we will give : He 24 |