That He our God, a Man was made,
And bore our Curfe, our Ranfom paid,
By bleeding on the Tree:
4 He as a poor mean Child was born,
His Birth no Palace did adorn,
A Manger was his Bed :
Look, Look upon this rifing Sun,
'Till Tears of Love the Eyes o'errun,
This Babe is Chrift our Head:
ND is it then our happy Lot,
ΑΝ T'exalt Thee, flaughter'd Lamb!
Who art Thou? who can well defcribe
Thy great and glorious Name ?
And who are we, that we fhould take
This mighty Tack in hand?
We all fo finful, bafe and vile:
Sure we must blushing stand.
2 And this indeed will come to pass,
When we difcern aright,
That none can find a ftedfaft Ground
In their own fancied Height:
For hence the Spring of real Joy,
When we believe this true;
That none but Worms, but Grains of Duft
Can pay him Honour due.
3 There haft thou us, moft gracious King!
Our Heart's to Thee faft bound;
Our Knowledge yet extends not far,
O grant us deeper Ground :
That each Beholder may with Ease
Thy Likenefs in us trace,
And throughout all our Lives difcern,
That we are led by Grace.
4 Then, as thy Pleasure is, exalt
Thyfelf before our Eyes;
So will the precious Word of Life,
Which we fo highly prize,
Which many thoufand Hearts inflames,
Which is the Sinners Peace,
Gain deeper footing in the World;
And yield a strong Increase.
5 Thanks for thy facred precious Blood
Which now fo freely streams;
For all is lifeless, dead and cold,
However good it seems,
Whofe Virtue is not hence deriv'd;
Which takes not hence its Rife;
Elfe wherefore was Thy Blood pour'd out, Thy Blood of fo great Price?
6 But when out of Thy op'ning Wounds,
Grace iffues ftrong and clear,
It kindles in the Heart a Flame,
And caufes Feeling there :
There's fomewhat in it foft and mild,
Yet full of Pow'r and Might;
Something that finks exceeding deep,
But active Day and Night.
7 So are we properly prepar'd
To follow each Command;
To execute Thy utmost Aim,.
And in Thy Prefence stand
As Veffels willing to be us'd;
Which in Thy Work delight,
Wherein Truth's Off'rings smoke and burn,
As Incenfe, Day and Night.
8 Hereto we chearful fay Amen!
This Truth is moft avow'd,
That we in Spirit, Body, Soul,
Are bound to ferve that God,
Who, touch'd, and drew, and woo'd our
Hearts,
And conquer'd us by Love;
To him we have engag'd ourselves,
O may we faithful prove!
Rife, my Soul, arife, and fing
The Mercy of thy glorious King,
Spread forth the Riches of his Grace,
His tender Love to Rebels base.
2 Hear what I fay, and mark me well,
And learn this Mystery I tell,
A Sinner I, and void of Good,
Yet reconcil'd by Jefu's Blood:
3 For Righteousness I know of none,
But what as Sinners we put on ;
The Gift is free and fure to all
That will but come at Jefu's Call.
4 Then let him never fay to thee,
"For Life thou would'st not come to me;"
Seek not to climb fome other Way,
From Jefu's Blood don't run aftray.
Do not excuse yourself, and say,
"I am not Good enough to Day,
"I muft repent, more Holy be,
"Before God will accept of me.
6" I dare not truft in Jefu's Blood,
"And that allow for Peace with God, "I must have Works to prove my Faith, "Hear what the Law on this Point faith.
7 O deareft Fellow Sinner hear,
To Jefu's Blood I pray
There fit in filence, meditate
On all his Agony and Sweat.
8 Think who it was that fuffer'd this.!
The Father calls, "My Son now kiss,
"Left he be angry for your Pride,
"He for your Sins has fatisfy'd.
9 Look on that bloody ftreaming Flood,
Seek there your Souls eternal Good,
Behold thofe Wounds ftand open wide,
That Sinners all may freely hide.
10 To him that works not, but believes
On him, who Sinners vile relieves,
His Faith receives a Righteoufnefs,
A Blood-befprinkled Wedding-Drefs.
11 Look back upon the Paschal Lamb,
Which kept the Seed of Abraham
From the Destroyer, by his Blood
Sprinkled upon the Pofts of Wood:
12 And shall the holy Lamb of God,
Shall his divine and facred Blood
Be lefs effectual, have lefs Pow'r
In Judgment's folemn fearching Hour?
13 O precious, precious, precious Blood,
The only Holinefs that's Good!
Still drop, and flow, and cover me
A curfed Sinner without Thee.
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