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Thy symbols of his body broke
From him we have receiv’d.
Our faculties poffefs ;
That quickly, Lord, suppress.
The author of my woe,
As Christ's most deadly toe.
God, who is love, to serve,
To love and them obierve.
He walk'd himself therein :
Abhorring ev'ry fin.
To love his members too,
Christ his heart's blood did thed,
Who hold it with the Head.
Our Jesu's name to raise,
Redeeming love to praise.
Go forward cheerfully;
Whilst other Chriftians fly?
All that against thee Itrives :
On all our hearts and lives.
iddress to the Holy Spirit.
Quite thro' the wilderness :
Christ is my way, with holiness,
In this me lead to bliss. 2 Do thou poffess my yielding heart
With true faith, hope and love ; Renew my soul, and make me long
To dwell with God above. 3 Me perfect make in holiness,
That I may be found meet
Where praising work is sweet, 4 Most holy Sp’rit, I do commit,
To thee my heart and frame : Thy workmanship in me maiutain,
For honour of thy name. 5 In me pull down all pow'r of fin,
And with me make abode, And purify my heart within,
A temple meet for God.
That I'm a child of God;
Thro' all the heav'nly road.
Leit from thy paths we slide,
Quite drop and lay afide.
And lives for us to plead:.
To help us in our need.
A Penitent returning Backslider.
Sweet was his love to me:
Then well did we agree.
But, when my love wax'd dry,
And formal was my cry.
And caus'd him to withdraw:
No wonder clouds thy face do hide,
When I forget thy law..
1 ly before the Lord,
Lord, send a quick’ning word, 6 0 that it were with me again
As it was in months paft!
Nor thy sweet favours walte, 6 Ob! I'm unworthy of a smile,
I blush with thee to meet :
I'll kiss his pierced feet. .
That them thou mayest heal :
Whose word doth never fail. 8 In mercy turn thy face to me,
And all my clouds dispel :
Thy anger is like hell.
Let fin them blot no more : Restore my fellowship with thee,
As I have had before,
View the Sufferings of Christ crucified.
His raging murderers;
Moft patiently he bears.
What pangs felt he within ! Great was the load of wrath divine,
That bruis'd him for our fin. 3. On Calv'ry hill he naked hung,
Pierc'd thro' till he was dead :
A spectacle was made.
With wounded head and hands,
With With pierced fide, and bleeding heart ; - :
All red with blood he stands. . • ro 5 « Behold, faith he, my agonies i
“ I suffer'd for your guilt ; “ What crimson streams run from my wounds! i vi
" For you this blood was fpilt. “ Your fins me griev d, and stabb’d my heart, no
" They pierc'd my hands and feet;'. 6 All this i filently endur'd,
• For heav'n to make you meet." , "
Like to an harden's Jew?
This mournful scene review ?.vn wil
When I thine anguish fee; i. win"
And nailed to the tree
Whom I have pierc'd, and mourn :
By which thy flesh was torn.
HY.MN LXXII.' iid
I flee to Jelu's wounds :
To mourners peace it sounds.
Returning prodigals; ...
Them from their fouleft falls. :
From thy wide bleeding wounds ;
Where wickedness abounds.
But on the rock alone,
5 Tho' earth's foundation be remov'd,
On him my soul relies ;
Christ's blood him satisfies.
terror it. relieves ; s . Its virtue many thousands know,
It faves whoe'er believes. 'n 7 O bleeding Lamb, with pity view
These fears which we moleft ; . Let thy blood wash out crimsón fins,
In thy wounds give me rest. 8 When I'm distreft, here will I rest , My heavy laden foul : ...
. O hear my groaus, and bear my loads,
My fin.fick soul make whole.
HYMN LXXIII. . CHRIST's Free Grace, Love, and Pity, to men. I OUR worthy slaughter'd Lamb thou art,
Our great High Priest indeed; ...no Most freely on mount Calvary
Thou didst for mankind bleed. 2 Thy wounds thou mak'st our hiding-place,
And still thou art our friend ; When wrath pursu'd, thou shed't thy blood.'
That so we might be skreen'd., 3 For vilest men, and blackest hearts,
Thy wounds did freely bleed ; : . For well thou know'st that of thy blood ::
Such souls stand most in need.
And troubled minds get peace:
And wounded spirits ease.
But blow it to a flame;
But strengthen dost the same.
With men on earth that dwell ;