If for us thou wouldst not atone,
Eternally we were undone ;
Therefore thou left thy throne above,
Vail'd thy perfections all but love.
5 For us thou pray'd, for us waft flain,
For us thou lives and reigns again ;'
For us thy blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before thy throne.
To Jefus only we do fly,
And on his facrifice rely.
6 For us Chrift lives to intercede,
For us he doth this moment plead :
"Forgive their thoughts and actions too;
"Father, they know not what they do."
Lord, fince our Surety paid the debt,
Our fouls from wrath at freedom set.
HYMN LVIII.
CHRIST'S Incarnation wonderful.
1 JESUS, immortal Son of God,
Thou chofe with mortals thy abode,
A virgin's womb thou didst not scorn:
Angels are ftruck to fee thee born;
Thee, who the earth's foundation laid,
A little fucking infant made.
2 Him whom the heav'ns cannot contain,
Behold a woman's knees fuftain.
Great God, all praife we offer thee,
That thou vouchfaf'ft a man to be,
To fave loft men from wrath and fin,
That we might heaven enter in.
3 Let all admire that divine love,
Which brought thee from thy throne above,
Our flesh and frailties to affume,
To die, and ly within a tomb;
That ftrangers, who were far from God,
Might be brought nigh by Jefu's blood.
4 Of him who did falvation bring,
Continually Ill think and fing;
The Lamb fhall be my conftant theme,
I'll fing his birth, his blood and name
The Lamb is worthy that was flain,
On God's eternal throne to reign,
Us he did love when enemies;
To fave us, on the cross he dies.
'Tis finish'd, with loud voice he cry'd
"You're fafe, my friends, for all is paid;
And, as my blood doth now atone,
"It goes to plead before the throne."
6 No angel's tongue can ever tell
The glory of Immanuel
O, for his fake, my fins forgive,
And let repenting finners live;
For me accept Chrift's righteousness,
And with more grace me daily blefs.
1 I'LL not feek my treasure here
In this dry barren land;
Shadows only here appear,
And cares on ev'ry hand :
I would mount above to taste
The fealt thou gives to faints fo free.
Lord, come down to me with hafle,
Or take me up to thee.
2 Jefus purchas'd all my blifs,
On him my hopes depend,
He himself my treasure is;
Lord, keep me to the end,
Jefus purchas'd me a feast,
When he dy'd on the curfed tree.
Lord, come down to me with bafte,
Or take me up to thee.
3 Hide me in thy bleffed wounds,
And cleanfe me in thy blood
Glory to thy name redounds
When thou doft finners good:
Let me have thee for my gueft,
Be not a ftranger unto me.
Lord, come down to me with hafte,
Or take me up to thee.
4 Well thou know'it my fin and shame;
Forgive me, and speak peace :
Jefus, caufe me know thy name,
Shew me thy fmiling face:
Lord, thy mercy ftill doth laft;
For good a token let me fee.
Lord, come down to me with hafte,
Or take me up to thee.
5 Now by faith the Lamb we fee
With pleasure and delight;
Much increas'd our joy will be
When faith is turn'd to fight:
I defire with Chrift to reft,
Where I his face may clearly fee.
Lord, come down to me with hafte,
Or take me up to thee.
CHRIST interpofing for fallen Man.
I OF (hadows men dream
But we will proclaim
The Lamb's death and conquests, and found forth his name. He faw when we fell,
Our face was to hell;
Our Lamb interpofed for men that rebel.
2 Soon did he begin
For us to ftep in :
"O Father, forgive them, they know not their fin. "Them do not confume,
"For I the Lamb come
"To fatisfy juftice in guilty men's room." 3 He was not deny'd,
The Father comply'd :
Our guilt he laid on him, and for it he dy❜d.
He's nail'd to the tree,
From fin and hell prifon, with God's enemie.
4 Our Lamb we'll adore,
Though devils do roar,
Envy us, purfue us, and tempt us fo fore
They rage all in vain
One foul as a captive, for whom the Lamb's flain. 5 His lambs Chrift doth mind,
To weak ones he's kind;
He'll not dwell in heaven, and leave one behind;
For me he makes room
And then he will come,
Me fafely to carry to my bleffed home.
6 Griev'd foul, keep his road,
Pore not on fins load,
Inftead of thy Saviour, all cover'd with blood.
Chrift faith, Look on me
(For eafe) on the tree;
Look ftraight to thy furety, and thou shalt be free.
7 When I'm with fin preft,
And fears are increast,
I'll look up to Jefus, who gives finners reft.
I will look to thee,
Dear Lord, on the tree;
Yea, fing of thy bowels, and bleeding for me.
A Song of praife, and Address to the Bleed
I TO God Almighty, One in Three,
Eternal praise be giv'n;
Who us from hell, thro' Chrift, fet free,
To reign with him in heav'n.
Hallelujah. Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, AMEN.
2 Unto the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit ever bleft,
The undivided Trinity,
Be praises still addrest.
Hallelujuh, &c.
3 Father, thou gav'ft great proof of love,
To men by fin undone,
When for our ranfom thou fent down
Thy dear and only Son.
Hallelujah, &c.
4 When we were finking to the pit,
How did thy bowels move!
To fave us, thou wouldst have him die :
Great proof that God is love!
Hallelujah, &c.
The dear Son's love let all men praise,
Who from the Father came
At time appointed, for to be
Our facrificed Lamb.
Hallelujah, &c.
6 Father, to us thy Spirit fend,
For which thy Son did pray :
Let him apply Chrift's blood and fruits,
And banish fin away.
Hallelujah, &c.
7 May he thine image on us ftamp,
And what we loft reftore.
And cause us to obey thy will,
With all our mind and pow'r.
Hallelujah, &c.
8 Let faints and angels join in one,
That great love to proclaim
Of him that fits upon the throne,
And of the worthy Lamb.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujab, AMEN.
HYMN LXII.
CHRIST'S Beauty and Lovelinefs.
SINCE I beheld thy wondrous love
Display'd upon the cross,
The world and all things here below
Do look like dung and drofs.
2 The Fairest of ten thousand, I
Will make my pleafing theme;
I'll fing his love and conftancy,
His beauty and his name.
There's nothing founds fo fweet to me
As Chrift's Name, Blood, and Crofs:
Befides the merits of his death,
All things I count for lofs.
4 Since Jefus for our fins would die,
Who would not love the Lamb?
Thy perfon's lovely and to me.
Moft fweetly founds thy name.
5 Thou'rt white and ruddy in my eyes,
Fairer than fons of men ;
Thou altogether lovely art,
The Chief of thoufauds ten.
6 Could men by faith mount up to fee
Our fhining Saviour dear,
Had they the fmalleft glimpfe of thee,
Creatures would disappear.
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