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S there a Thing beneath the Sky,
Can comfort give or fatisfy,

But my dear Saviour's Wounds?
There is a fweet and conftant Peace,
A Treasure hid of richeft Grace,
All elfe are empty Sounds.

2 Yet fink, my Soul, fall down with Shame Before his Face, who only came

To fuffer, bleed and die;
O think upon thy Sin and Guilt,
For which his gracious Blood was spilt,
Thou didst him crucify.

3 See, thou vile Piece of finful Dust,
Thy dearest Lord fweat for thy Luft,
Till Drops of Blood fall down:
See who it is lies proftrate there,
Hear his thrice utter'd mournful Pray'r,
Mark ev'ry Sigh and Groan.

4 I'm loft in Wonder and Amaze,
Here I'll abide and melt and gaze,

Tis God's beloved Son!

How heavy is that Weight he bears,
His Soul's opprefs'd with Grief and Fears,
The bitter Cup comes on,

Lord, doft Thou fuffer thus for me?

Doft Thou feel all this Mifery,

To give me Life and Peace?
Then will I bear this on my Heart,
My all is purchas'd with Thy Smart,
Thy Blood figns my Release.

6 But fee thy Lord dragg'd like a Thief,
For thee he bore this Shame and grief,
Scorns, Buffetings, and Stripes:
See him nail'd to the Crofs's Wood,
Defpis'd by Man, and bath'd in Blood
Thy Debt away this wipes.

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Yet look again, and thou shalt fee
O'er Death he's got the Victory,

And ftands at God's Right-hand,
A Priest for ever to remain,
The Lamb from everlafting flain,
His Kingdom faft shall stand.

8 Behold in Heav'n all bow the Knee
To Him who hung upon the Tree,
And Adoration pay:

Then, O my Soul, do thou afpire
In Heart and Soul to join this Choir,
And thy dear Lord obey.

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To wash me in Thy cleanfing Blood;

To dwell within Thy Wounds; then Pain
Is fweet, and Life or Death is Gain.

2 Take my poor Heart, and let it be
For ever clos'd to all but Thee!

Seal Thou my Breaft, and let me wear
That Pledge of Love for ever there.
3 How bleft are they, who ftill abide
Clofe fhelter'd in 1 hy bleeding Side!
Who Life and Strength from thence derive,
And by Thee move, and in Thee live!
4 What are our Works but Sin and Death,
Till Thou thy quick'ning Spirit breathe!
Thou giv'ft the Pow'r Thy Grace to move,
O wondrous Grace! O boundless Love!
5 How can it be,Thou heav'nly King,
That Thou should'ft us to Glory bring 1
Make Slaves the Partners of Thy Throne,
Deck'd with a never fading Crown!

6 Hence our Hearts melt, our Eyes o'erflow,
Our Words are loft, nor will we know,
Nor will we think of ought befide,
My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd.

7 Ah Lord! enlarge our fcanty Thought,
To know the Wonders Thou haft wrought!
Unloofe our ftamm'ring Tongue, to tell
Thy Love, immenfe, unfearchable,

8 First

First-born of many Brethren Thou,
To Thee, lo all our Souls we bow;
To Thee our Hearts and Hands we give,
Thine may we die, Thine may we live.

LXII.

"VE thought, and thought and thought again,

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Still did my Thoughts to nothing come,. Till wearied I cried out for Grace;

And then the Saviour took me Home.

2 Now fafe He hides me in his Wounds,
And nurfes me because I'm poor,
With Reas'ning dark and difmal Thoughts
I need perplex myself no more.

3

Lead me each Day, for Lord Thou know'st
I long to be ev'n as Thou art;

For fince I've tafted Thy Free-Grace,

I can't but love Thee in my Heart.
4 I'll make a Cov'nant then with Thee,
Never to be diffolv'd again;
Thy poor Child I will always be,
And Thou my Father fhalt remain.

5 And when at any Time I ftray,
Or Satan would my Soul affail,
Unto Thy Blood and Wounds I'll flee,
That Refuge which can never fail.
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LXIII.

From the German.
N°. 1249.

Now ye, how redeeming Grace
Saw us late in deep Difgrace,

In th' Extremity of Fear?

Then did Jefu's Blood appear.---
Jefus purg'd our Guilt away
This was done as Yesterday;
Now we're taken to His Heart,
Booties of his dying Smart.
2 Bleeding Mediator, Thou!
Did I always proftrate bow,
Did I bath with Tears Thy Feet,
Kifs them oft with Kiffes fweet,
For Thy free electing Grace,
I fhould ne'er the Lebt erafe:
Seize me as Thy Purchase due,
And a thousand others too.

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LXIV.

From the German.

Amb, Lamb, O Lamb,
With Eyes of Flame,

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