What Multitudes ev'n now can feel Thou. God unfearchable! Thou Lamb once flain ! Let us once feel Thy Blood, and Health obtain! Feltered by 'TH CXXXI. From the German. HE Saviour's Blood and Righteousness 2 For tho' I once at Judgment-feat The Nails, that have the Saviour flain, 4 Tho' fign'd and written with my Blood, The Fiend's deferved Pay here fee, 7 And now the Lamb from Blemish free, For my true Lord and God I own. 8 I do believe, his precious Blood, That most inestimable Good, Fills all the Treafuries divine, い 9 And is in Heav'n ftill current Coin. I do b’lieve, if Sinners Race Ten thousand Times more numerous was; 'Tis without Right he keeps one Soul. 10 I b'lieve Eternity's Demand, 11 I do believe, the righteous God His Juftice better fatisfy'd, Than if Adam had been deftroy'd. 12 'Tis true the Debt this would erase, 13 Now the whole Universe shall fee, This Grace, before the Father's Throne. 14 If I fhould, thro' Chrift's Merit and Love, A Servant e'er so faithful prove ; O'er all that's base the Vict'ry win; Nor ev'n till Death commit one Sin: 15 Yet will I, when I come to you, Nought think, how good I was and true, But here's a Sinner, who would fain "Thro' the Lamb'sRanfom,Entrance gain.' 16 There fings our Father Abraham, And all the Saints before the Lamb; And in their Song one plain may view, It ftands: That they were Sinners too. 17 If ask'd about my Wedding-dress, Without which there is no Access, I'll fay: I Jefus then put on, "When naked from the Fiend I ran. 18" I've kept with Care this fhining Dress, 19 Suppose, that next the Question were : 20 21 22 "And fince I knew, his precious Blood "Had Sin o'erwhelm'd with its pure Flood; "And that one need not yield Confent ; "This gave me Joy and fweet Content. "If now there came a finful Luft, "I thank'd my God, there was no Muft; "No Parley with the Foe I'd make, "But chofe the fhortest Course to take, "And fimply to my Lord complain; "Thus did I always Freedom gain. 23 "As Men are wont of Ghofts to say, "That by the Crofs they're driven away: "What God the Lord nor prais'd nor lov'd, "That by the Crofs I far remov'd." 24 Then will the holy Company T And And still more Joy to me to bring, 27 "That our for-ever-bleffed God "By his Son Fefu's Death and Blood, "Has fhewn his Love to fuch Degree, "As ne'er in Truth can fathom'd be." 28 Ye Children all in Grace's Fold, Thro' all your Lives the Plan ne'er mifs, ye, 29 And 'bove all, who Teachers are, 30 O Jefu Chrift! all Praise to Thee, That Thou a Man vouchfaf'dft to be; + Rev, v. 9, 10. |