For thro' Thy all-atoning Blood

I ftill fhould find a Way to God. 2 O Saviour, could I always keep

My Eye on Thee, the living Way,
I then (tho' once a wand'ring Sheep)
Should no more err or run aftray:
But wherefoe'er Thou wenteft, I
Should fimply go, not asking why?
3 O that I never could forget

One Moment, what thou, Lamb,haft done
To fave my Soul and make me meet

To fit with Saints upon a Throne: O that Thy Off'ring on the Tree Might evermore be ey'd by e! 4 For from Thy Death fprings forth a Light Which clearly fhews our Sins forgiv'n, Difpels the Clouds of Nature's Night, Affures us that we're Heirs of Heav'n: No more can Darkness fill that Heart Which doth not from the Saviour part.

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But oh my Lamb, when I reflect

How oft I've turn'd my Eye from Thée, How treated Thee with cold Neglect, And liften'd to the Enemy;

And yet to find Thee ftill the fame, This fills my Soul with humble Shame. 6 Astonish'd

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16 Aftonifh'd at thy Feet I fall,

Thy Love exceeds my higheft Thought: Henceforth be Thou my all in all,

Thou! who with Blood my Soul haft
bought.

Oh may I hence more faithful prove,
And ne'er forget Thy dying Love!

CIV.

Lamb, O wounded bleeding Lamb!
Heart's a-thirft for Thee,

0 My

And pants and gafps for thy fweet Grace,
Each Moment water me!

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Look with Thy tender piercing Eyes,
And fearch my ev'ry Thought,
And all the Turnings of my Heart,

Look on the Worm Thou'ft bought.

2 Thou haft me bought, that I should live,
And bring forth Fruit to Thee;
Pour out Thy Spirit on me, Lord,
That I may faithful be.
Behold my Wants and Feebleness,
Dear Saviour here I am;
I lie down at Thy bleeding Feet,
Thou flaughter'd holy Lamb!

3 Thy Wounds and Blood revive my Heart, And give new Life and Strength;

What

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What Thought can fathom thy great Love,
Or know its Breadth and Length?
Yet this Thou let'ft me understand,

That Thou doft Sinners love ;
Give me this Knowledge farther still,
That I more thankful
prove.

This Anchor doth my foul fupport,
When my vile Heart I fee,
And feel myself a Sinner poor,

My Love fo cold t'wards Thee;
When I'm affaulted on all Sides,
By a whole Hoft of Foes;
Thou doft not leave me comfortless,
To bear these heavy Blows.,

Thou doft not give one Stroke for nought,

'Tis with a loving Heart

Thou doft rebuke and chaften me,

'Tis not to give me Smart:

Then dearest Lamb, move not Thy Hand,

'Till 'tis Thy gracious Will; Finish Thy kind Defign in me,

And Sin destroy and kill.

6 I am Thy own, for Thou haft bought
Me with thy dearest Blood;
Since I'm fo precious in thy Sight,
Do with me as feems good.
Thou haft fo juft a Right to me,
By all which Thou hast done

I have no Claim to any Part,
Body and Soul thou'st won.

9 When I behold thy tender Love,
Tho' all my Sins appear;
I fcreen myfelf within thy Side,
No Guilt can fright me there.
O whither can I go befides,

Whence else to ease my Pain?
Had Righteoufnefs come by the Law,
The Lamb had dy'd in vain.

8 Thy precious and attoning Blood
Hath paid my Ranfom-price,
Redeem'd me from all Curfe and Death,
By one fweet Sacrifice.

That Sacrifice lies in my Heart,

Thy Blood ftill eases Pain ;

Here lies my Strength, this Confidence,
"Thou for my Sins wert flain."
CV.

From the German.

No. 1133.

N whom while Breath we draw, fhall we believe?

To whofe Inftructions fhall we ever cleave?

2 To

2 To whom, my Soul, doft Thou Allegiance

Owe?

O! to that God 'fore whom the Elders bow; 3 That Lord and God, within whofe wounded Side

Chriftians, as Thomas did, believing hide; 4 That Man, whom, as a Light within him fhone,

Nathanael did for King of Ifrael own; 5 To whom the Rock-Apoftle, taught of Heav'n, Titles of Chrift, and Son of God hath giv'n'; 6 That Seer, whofe Word with fo much Pow

er came/

As fet the two Difciples Hearts on Flame: 7 (Yes, their Hearts burn'd, and more the Rapture grew,

When by his breaking Bread their Lord they knew.)

8 His, O my Soul! thou art, and His alone: Tho' in Thyfelf but mean, yet Jefu's own.

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While none can rob Him of his Pow'r and
Grace,

So long canft Thou with Safety him em-
brace;