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7 Our God is fully reconcil'd,
Our God is fatisfy'd,

Each Sinner now may be his Child,
Since Jefus bled and dy'd.

8 How highly God his Death did prize,
No Sinner's Tongue can tell;
It was a pleafing Sacrifice,

How fweetly did it fmell?

9 Come then, each needy Sinner, come,
If you'll accept, he'll give;
But let him, and he'll lead you home,
Whoever will may live.

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IX.

Ehold the Saviour of Mankind,

Patient and good, and meek of Mind;
How on his Throne He now does grieve,
That ah! fo few on Him believe.

2 The Work was finish'd long ago;
Man is redeem'd from Sin and Woe;
Freedom there is, and Life and Peace;
When Jefus dy'd, He purchas'd these.
Yet who among us lives by Faith?
Who the true Peace and Sweetness hath ?
Who from his Bondage is fet free?
And who, O Jefu! follows Thee?

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4 How dark is all the World and dead, With this Delusion over-fpread; Seeking to be devout and good

By other Ways than Jefu's Blood!

5 We, all our Lives, where have we been?
Have we the Lord's Salvation feen?
No: For we fought it not this Way;
Lord! fhew us the true Path to day.

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X.

Eloved Saviour, Prince of Life,
To us thy Spirit give;

We pant to hear that facred Voice
Which bids poor Sinners live.

2 Open to us thofe living Springs,
Which from thy Wounds do flow;
Dart down thy bright refreshing Beams,
To us thy Goodness shew.

3 'Tis Thy Defire to fave the Loft,
To cafe them of their Pain

Therefore we come to Thee, bleft Lamb,
Who for our Sins wait fin.

4 O'er-ftream our Souls with thy rich Grace, To us reveal Thy Will;

O be Thou our Immanuel,
Thy Work in us fulfil.

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XI.

Eloved Saviour, Sinners Friend,

Brved Laviour Lords, the Eternal God!

We are created by Thy Hand,

Yea purchas'd by Thy Death and Blood: Thou never did't despise the Poor; To helpless Thou wert always mild; The worft of Sinners wants no more Than Thy Free-Grace, to be Thy Child. 2 Look then on us most graciously,

O Thou our High Prieft, and our Lamb! We won't regard our Misery,

Tho' all our Hearts are full of Shame ; We won't be fhy to call Thee in, "Come in, dear Lord, and give us Peace;" Thou gain'dft our Hearts by pard'ning Sin, And now we nought expect but Grace. 3 Thou faw'ft us once oppreft with`Fear, And faid'ft to each," Thou poor dear Child, "There take my Crace, be of good Cheer:" We faw thy Face moft kind and mild, And if we now not happy are,

It grieves indeed thy loving Heart;
Thou would't that ev'ry Hour we were
Without all Fear and felf-made Smart.

4 We thank Thee for Thy Kindness, Lamb,
And pray Thee, keep us ever free
From all, whereby thy glorious Name
Cannot ador'd and praised be ;
Let us Thy faithful Servants prove,
Who ferve thee not as fearful Slaves,
No, but as Children, in whom Love
The heartieft Willingness ingraves.

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Give us to praife Thee ev'ry Hour,

In ev'ry Deed, and Word, and Thought,
Thou haft deferv'd all Praise and Pow'r,
For by Thy Blood we all are bought.
O let us henceforth feel Thy Fire!
Stir, Lord, that we may active be !
And fince we live, let us defire,
To bring fome Thousands more to Thee.

XII.

Lood of the venerable Lamb!
My Heart nought elfe can fay;

Since 'tis by that, and only that
My Sins are wash'd away.

2 'Tis with that Blood, that I am bought
From Curfe, and Death, and Hell 3
'Tis with that Blood I'm fanctify'd,
Made meet in Heaven to dwell,

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3 Then what but Blood should fill my Heart,
Since 'tis by Blood I live?
Since 'tis a Gift the Father fent,
When he his Son did give.

4 'Twas by his Blood the Son me bought,
For me Salvation gain'd;
And not me only, but all Souls
Of ev'ry Age and Land.

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Then come, ye Sinners! come and dip
In Jefu's precious Blood,

'Twill cleanfe from finful Leprofy,
And make all fresh and good.

6 O! it exceeds Bethesda far,

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And Jordan-River's Stream,
And Siloam's Pool, and all Things elfe;
Come swash, and you'll be clean.

XIII.

After what do you afpire?
Where do all your Labours tend ?
To proclaim the Sinners Friend?
2 Jefus full of Truth and Grace,
Jefus Author of our Peace,
Who has bought us at the Price
Of his Blood, our Sacrifice?

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