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7 Who can thy worth and love declare ?

Thy pity knows no bounds :
The vilest men thou call'st to flce

Into thy open wounds,
8 I then accept thine offer free

To save my soul from hell :
Since winds and seas thy word obey,

Should hearts of men rebel !

HYMN LXIII.
Thanks to Christ for his Love and Sufferings.
1 LET us together meet and praise

The slaughter'd Lamb of God,
And with joint hearts fing forth his grace,
His Name, his Love, and Blood.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,

Hallelujah, Amen.
2 Into this wilderness he came

For three and thirty years,
To seek his poor, lost, itraying sheep.
With many pray'rs and tears.

Hallelujah, &c.
3 'The most despis’d he would not lose,

But after them he fought;
He stopt not till he found them all,
And with a price them bought.

Hallelujah, &c.
4 The price was great ; his blood divine

For them must all be shed :
In love, to save from hell and fin,
Christ's veins most freely bled,

Hallelujah, &c.
; 5 0 bless the Lamb who gave himself

For Adam's finking crew,
To purchase our redemption,
When hell-fire was our due.

Hallelujah, &c.
6 He took our guilt and curses due,

Our freedom to obtain : ..
He lov'd our fouls; and, them to save,
The Prince of life was slain.

Hallelujah, &c.
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y To Chrift we'll live, to Christ we'll die;

Who was our facrifice;
He well deserves our life and death,
Who bought's with such a price.

Hallelujah, &c. 8 Let hearts, and tongues, and all unite,

Christ's love and fame to raise ;
Let all our actions honour him,
And our whole life he praise.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,

Hallelujah, Amen.

HYMN LXIV.

Let Christ's Kingdom come. I THE coming of thy kingdom, Lord,

Is our heart's great delight : .
The thrones and kingdoms of thy foes

Them conquer in thy might. 2 Cause many glory in the Lord,

And in his streaming blood;
For nothing can men mens hearts subdue

But that o'erflowing flood. . 3 The well which from thy side doth spring

Keep open to us still,
That we and ev'ry thirsty soul

May come and drink our fill. *** 4 O let the number be increas'd

Of them tliy wounds that know,
And feel the virtue of that blood

Which from the same did flow.
5 Teach men to come to God by thee,

Cause them from noth arise; i Shew them thy death is’unto God'

A pleasing facrifice. 6 Send days of pow'r to bow their wills

Thine offers to embrace ; Make these, who earthly things admire,

Admirers of free grace
7 O Father of our slaughter'd Lamb,

Remember men for good;
Be mindful of his pray’rs and tears,

And hear his speaking blood. :

8 Thy Spirit grant, for which he pray'd;

Convictions make like darts.
O Father, glorify thy son,

And melt ten thousand hearts.,

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HYMN LXV. .

The convinced Soul coming to Christ. 1 I AM now sensible of guilt;

Lord hear the leper's pray’r:
O Jesus, Master, if thou wilt,

Thou canst me cleanse and spare. . . 2 Where can a burden's conscience gó

But unto Jesu's blood ?.
What can wath our deep ftains of guilt,

But this foul-cleansing food?
2 When I am made to see my guilt,

Hide not this blood from me:
If this relief should be conceald,

l'll fink in misery.
4 Such hiding lure comes not of thee;

'Tis I who am to blame :
My heart proves false, it shuts thee out; ;

I unbelieving am.
5 Oh, juftly vile unthankful I

May be shut out by thee;
But, Father, look on Jesu's wounds,

And hear them plead for me.
6 Altho' my sins have swell’d up high,

And do for vengeance call,
Christ's blood, like to a mighty sea,

Can quickly drown them all.
w Thou, Son of David, hear my cry, i

Let me receive my fight :
Stand still and call me : pass not by.

My darkness turn to light. '
8 Come, say unto my grieved soul,

Now fore opprest with fear,
Your fins are freely pardoned ;
Fear not, be of good cheer,
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HYMN LXVI.
Sensible Souls crying to GOD, and pleading

CHRIST's Blood.
I LAME souls here at Bethesda's pool

Wait till the waters move :
Lord, stir the pool, and help us in ;

Our cure comes from above.
2 Christ's blood, which mighty changes works,

Can all our plagues remove :
Let this blood stream into our hearts,

Them foften by thy love.
3 Thy blood's my balm, my help, my hope ;-

To it with guilt I flee :
When sin me stings, I mourn, I run

To piunge me in this sea.
4 When I as dead in fin do ly,

Lord, balten to my grave :
Raise me, like Laz'rus, with thy cry;

From sp'ritual death me fave.
5 When my heart's barren, hard or coid,

With heav'nly rain me blefs :
Rise. thine on me with warming beams,

Thou Sun of righteousness.
6 When fin and satan me delude,

And make me go attrav,
Lead my by far:h to Jela's clefis,

So I'll regain my way.
7 Make me repent, in Chriit beliere,

Uv carnal heart renew :
Thus make me meet for bear's abore,

Where Caints thy face do wier. 3 In me evert thy for 'reign grace,

And conquer ail ur po IS ;
Let Cerit: biood draw me tezrt :3 bir,

And mase it ich like thor's o Jesus, I aid, I feel, and koock,

Asha dot me consandi
X e me Ead: make good: o:d,

Ferit I retag soe.

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HYMN LXVII.
The Holy Spirit makes the Gospel.feaft.
I COME, holy Spirit, from above,

Any on my garden blow ;
Come with the north and the fou!h winds

And make sobe spices flow;
2 That to his garden Christ may come,

His pleasant fruits to eat ; And let my soul be honoured

To fit with him at meat.
3 Ah! now our love is waxed cold,

Chrift's table is despis'd ;
To vice and lloth mens souls are sold,

Our slain Lamb is not priz'd.
4 Cause heaven's dews drop from above,

To foften hearts of stone ;
Caufe men to grieve for flighting Chrift,

And all their fins bemoan.
5 Lord, send a spark of heav'nly fire,

Our coldness to remove ;
To seek thy face with strong desire, .

Inflame our hearts with love. 6 0 let thy Spirit shew to us

The Lamb was for us slain ;
Thus warm our hearts, and thto' thy grace,

We'll not lodge fin again.
17 And, when thou mak'st our hearts to burn,

Preserve this loving frame ;
Send new supplies still from above,

To keep alive the flame.
8 Thy righteousness and strength, dear Lord,

Continually we need;
O for our daily food us teach

By faith on thee to feed.
9 Give new degrees of faith and love,

Send more still from above ;
Give more and more, till we perceive

Tous thy special love.

HYMN LXVIII.

A Gospel-walk after a Gospel-feal. I ALL glory to the Lamb our God,

In whom we have believ'd;

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