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In whom thy Soul its Plan and Joy
And Longing doth fulfill:

Under this Grace, or far or near,
(My Heart's tranfcendent Good),
With all my Pow'rs and Hope and Fear,
I reft for ever bow'd.

XCV.

God of Mercy, Love's Abyss

Hear now, while Gentiles fing Thy
Praife;

Cover'd is our Unrighteousness,

Rejoicing now our Heads we raife; Tho' Strangers once and far from God, We're now made nigh by Jefu's Blood. 2 For Jefus the Partition Wall

Has broke and levell'd to the Ground; A Way is open'd wide for all;

Mercy when call'd for may be found; Strangers no more we need to be, Free Grace for ev'ry Soul is free.

3 All Glory to the Lamb of God,

Who gave his Life, to make us free;
Who, by his All-attoning Blood,

Has purchas'd Grace and Life for me;
A Stranger now no more to God,
But reconcil'd by Jefu's Blood.

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XCVI.

God unfearchable! Thy Rays
Shine in my Heart with fach frong
Blaze,

Which fhews the Riches of Thy Grace,
Sweetly display'd in Jefu's Face!

2 Great God! how dreadful was Thy Name
Until the God Man Saviour came!
How can a Sinner e'er know Thee,
Before Thy Son hath made him free!
3 O tender Mercy, glorious Grace,
To fave a curs'd and damned Race!
To give Thy equal only Son,

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To bleed and die for Slaves undone.

What finful Worm can know this right,
Till 'tis reveal'd by Thy own Light;
Our Hearts are hard and dark and blind,
Till Jefu's Grace on them has fhin'd.
We then aftonifh'd fee Thy Love,
And Thy great Mercy know and prove,
O Joy unfpeakable! all bright

The Day Star fhines! paft is the Night. 6 With sweetest Grace the Gofpel founds, And flames forth Love in Jetu's Wounds;

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What fronger Pledge of Love could be ?
Behold the bloody fhameful Tree !
7 Can any Ill diftrefs my Heart,
Since God with his own Son did part?
Whate'er I want can't be deny'd,
Because for me the Lamb has dy'd.

8 Who can condemn, now Chrift has died;
I, by His Blood, am justified;

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He ever lives to interceed,

And fend me Help in ev'ry Need.

What can me feparate from this,

The Love of Chrift and peaceful Bliss ?
Shall Tribulation, or Distress,

Shall any Trials more or less?

10 No; I in all Things e'er fhall prove Conqu'ror thro' Him who did me love; My Lord has got the Victory,

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Sufficient is his Grace for me.

11 O Love unbounded! sweet and fure !
My helpless Soul now lives fecure,
And fees and feels Thy Pow'r divine,
Marvellous Light on me doth fhine.
12 The more of this fweet Light I fee,
The more I know the Mifery,

The Pride and Treach'ry of Man's Heart,
And when I give my Saviour Smart.

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13 Long, this in Darknefs lay conceal'd, Till 'twas by that true Light reveal'd, Which fhews God's Love and Jefu's Grace' And fills the bruifed Heart with Peace.

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XCVII.

From the German.

No. 1200.

how unutterable is

The Love that Chrift to us hath fhewn! O how incredible the Grief,

We cause him, who are ftil'd his own,! Who in his Wounds have found our Heav'n We, who have known our Sins forgiv'n. 2 O Jefu! Lord and God of Thine,

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In Mercy now bow down Thine Ear; Since we can nothing bring to Thee, Thy poor, Thy weeping Suppliants hear; Our Tabernacle's Shame remove,

And fill our Souls with Thy pure Love. Now dwell within Thy Temple Lord, (Thy Temple ev'n our Bodies be,) Adorn it Thou, as Thou wouldst have Thy Spouse adorn'd alone by Thee. In us be all Thy, Glory wrought, Far above all Thy Children's Thought. N 3 4 Hal

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Hallow'd our ev'ry Meeting be,
And fanctify'd our ev'ry Hour,
Our Glory drawing from Thy Death,

And in Thy Wounds poffeffing Pow'r ; Now let Thy Church redeem'd by Thee, Thee ftanding in th' Affembly fee.

XCVIII.

Jefu, Jefu, my good Lord!
How wonderfull's Thy Love,
Thy Patience, Pity, Tenderness,
Which I each Moment prove;
For oh! how faithlefs is my Mind,
How apt to turn afide,
And wander in its own Deceits
Of Reasoning and Pride,

2 How does the old Corruption ftrive,
And fight to reign again;

Sure there's not fuch a Heart as mine
In all Thy Crofs's Train.

No that there cannot, patient Lamb,
No Heart's fo hard as mine,
There is not one would try Thee so,
On whom Thy Grace does fhine.
3 Yet, deareft Saviour, love me ftill,
The pooreft and the worst;
For well I know, where Sin abounds

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