6 He will ne'er reproach a Heart, Has it much or little Smart:

He each Soul will welcome Home, Say, "My Sinner, art thou come? 7 "I have waited long for thee, "Wifh'd, and that moft earneftly, "That thou knew'ft what I had done, "What I bore for thee, my Son. 8" How my Smart and all my Blood. "Thee have reconcil'd to God ;. "This I wish'd that fome would tell, "This I knew would make thee well.

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Bring thy Sin, thy Guilt and Fear; 66 See my Side, come hide Thee here; Sprinkle with My Blood thy Heart, "Then the Slayer muft depart. "Henceforth keep thy Eye on Me, "Thou fhalt ne'er forfaken be; "I for Thee have fhed My Blood, "Should I keep back other Good? 11 Who can tell how much He'll say Talking with us Night and Day? Do not think it is not true,

This He even means for you.

12 O that all my Words would hear,
O that all would lend an Ear!
Ev'ry Soul that tries, will find
That He cafteth none behind.

· LXVII.

AMB, Lamb, O Lamb, my Sacrifice!

'L My Heart delights to worship Thee,

Since by the Gift of Faith I know,
Thou waft made Man to die for me.

2 Thou Lamb, haft broke the Chains of Sin, Captive haft led Captivity;

And Satan now muft trembling own,

I'm Thine, because Thou diedst for me.

3 Now when

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my Sins appear, and I
My Heart in its worst Light do fee;
I own 'tis true, and thank the Lamb,
That could vouchsafe to die for me.

From Sin and Fear, from Guilt and Shame
How does he watch to keep me free?

O none can think the tender Care

Of that dear Lamb, who dy'd for me.

5 Whether the World' goes right or wrong,
Whate'er my Circumftances be,
Where'er I'm fent, or move, or turn:
I find the Lamb, who dy'd for me.

6 When I would ask for

any Thing
I want, I have no other Plea,
But, Abba, Father, give me this,
Because the Lamb hath dy'd for me.

7 When to the Gates of Death I come, This fhall alone my Pafport be,

And Death must let me go, because He knows the Lamb hath dy'd for me. 8 Can any find the fmalleft Curse,

Or Debt, from which I am not free? No, there's not one: For all was paid, And finish'd, when he dy'd for me. 9 Should I be ask'd, how long fhalt Thou Enjoy this Happiness? I'll fay; While poor in Spirit I remain,

He'll let me know he dy'd for me.

to Perhaps this Truth may fail? No, No,
When Heav'n and Earth away
fhall flee,
It stands fecure upon his Word
And Oath, that he has dy'd for me.
11 Or fhould one ask, Can no one else
Have Part in this great Mystery?
Yes, all, the worst, without Refpect,
Have Right to fay, he dy'd for me.
12 For the Confufion, Fear and Sin,
Yea, and the World's whole Mifery,
Comes all from this, they don't believe
In Him who dy'd for them and me.
What Love is this, my dearest Lamb?
I'll ferve no other Lord but Thee;
It is but right that I should live
To Thee, when Thou haft dy'd for me.

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14 And while the heav'nly Choir above,
Praife Thee with fweetest Harmony,
My Heart with all the Strength it has,
Shall fing below, Thou diedit for me.

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LXVIII.

From the German.

No. 1456.

Amb! Lamb! O Lamb! fo greatly try'd,
So griev'd and yet fo lov'd,

My Heart's no longer mine, no, no ;

'Tis now the Lamb's approv'd: The Standard Crofs, the ftreaming Wounds Have claim'd it for their own;

The Wages now, the due Reward
Of Jefu's Blood alone.

2 The Blood-fweat which with glowing warmth Down from Thy Body flow'd,

Bedew'd the Earth; and ev'ry Curfe
In all the Book of God,

(That o'er the guilty Head of Man
Did fi'ry Wrath display)

This healing Stream, with ev'ry Drop,
For ever wash'd away.

3 May thac blefs'd Stream, thro' fuch a World Up-bear me fafe along,

Where Jefus dwells not in the Heart,

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Tho'

Tho' frequent on the Tongue; O lovely Jefu what fierce Smart

Darts quick thro' Flesh and Bone, When I reflect, how fore that makes My Jefus bleed and groan.

4 The holy Teacher-Sp'rit, whofe Light
Convicts the World of Sin,

The fame does Honour to the Lamb,
And paints him bright within :
His bleffed Mouth fhews what Sin is,
And fays in full and brief:
"Not to believe in Chrift is Sin,
"The Sin is Unbelief.

5 That, that's the Man,who with sweet Force, Has fol'n my Heart away;

He fhone fo clearly in my Soul,
I could not but obey;

John pointed out th' incarnate Lamb,..
And cry'd, Behold Him there,

Yes, fays the Spirit, no, the Soul,
Till Jefus felf draws near.

6 That piercing Jefu's-look, which once
Was Peter's happy Cafe,

That fhews thee foon, how vile thou art,
The poor Soul finks, fays yes;

And knows not, what to think or do,
Gives itfelf up for loft;

But