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But then, that it might ne'er be fo,
The Lamb His Blood it coft.

7 Who ftraitway fays: Thou poor dear Child,
I have already dy'd,

Death has no Bufinets now with thee,
Come hide thee in my Side:

For fince I dy'd, thro' Need or muft
No Son of Adam dies,

Who yet will die, and grieve my Heart,
Such their own Will deftroys.

8 Hear, World! the Hero-Lamb of God,
Who came and fojourn'd here,

Freely took all upon himself,

And liv'd fome thirty Year,
Defpis'd indeed, and poor and mean,
And on a Crofs was flain;
He's the Redemption-Ranfom-Price,
For me and ev'ry Man.

9 By this I ftand, for this great Truth
I'll venture Life and Blood;
Stand by me, ftrengthen me, my God!
To make this Witnefs good;
Help me to bring ten thoufand ouls,
The fame tree Grace to feci :

Henceforth I'il preach it more and m
The Lamb will fet his Seal.

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LXIX.

Ong I ftrove my God to love,
Long I ftrove his Laws to keep,
Fain wou'd fix my Thoughts above,
Hop'd at least I was his Sheep;
But my Striving all prov'd vain,
Still I found my Heart in Pain,
Yet my Vileness never faw,
'Till declar'd accurs'd by Law.*
2 Then with Senfe of Guilt opprefs'd
All my Soul was funk in Fear,
Pain and Anguifh fill'd my Breaft:
Then did Jefus Chrift appear;
Not with Vengeance in his Eyes,
No, but as a Sacrifice
Acceptable unto God;

Glorious Off'ring! precious Blood!
3 Ile was offer'd on the Tree,
Jefus, the unfpotted Lamb:
Worthy Truth, great Mystery!
By his Elood Salvation came.
By His Stripes my Wounds are heal'd,
By His Death God': Love reveal'd;
We once Strangers far from God
Are brought nigh by Jefu's Blood.

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4 Source of Hope, Lamb's precious Blood,
Fain would I Thy Praifes fing!
Juftify'd by Thee 'fore God,

Thro' Thee made a Prieft and King,
Other Thing I know of none
That can for our Sins attone,
Only Jefu's precious Blood;
Therefore That's my chiefeft Good.
5 Now no more I ftrive in vain :

Jefu's Love hath won my Heart;
Fix'd my Thoughts, and free from Pain,
In his Death I have a Part;
Prais'd for ever be the Lamb!
He for me has bore the Blame;
Prais'd for ever be that Blood
Which has brought me near to God.

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LXX.

Ook up my Soul, and fee thy God
Nail'd bleeding on the Tree,

Proclaim his Grace, and praife his Love,
Which brought him there for thee.

2 Behold his pierced Hands and Feet,
His Body ftain'd with Blood;

The Thorns, which crown'd his facred Head,
Increas'd the crimfon Flood:

3 ThofeWounds,and Bruifes, Blows,and Stripes
He fuffer'd in thy Stead,

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With all thofe Scorns and taunting Jeers
Were giv'n him whilst he bled.

4 What Pain and Sorrow, Cries and Tears, What bitter Agony

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Did he endure, to fet me free
From endless Misery.

Here by the Crofs then will I ftay,

Since this was done for me;
I'll look and look and look again,

Till my whole Heart loves Thee.

6 The Blood which from Thy Wounds does flow
More Life and Strength will give ;
Still give me Lord more Thee to know,
I gladly would receive.

7 Yet tho' I am fo poor and weak,
I know that I am Thine;

My gracious Saviour and my God,
How rich Thy Grace does fhine.

8 Thou haft perform'd Thy Promise, Lord, Thou haft fought after me,

And brought me Home, a wand'ring Sheep,
Thy Mercy for to fee.

Thou haft reveal'd the Mystery

Of Thy atoning Blood,

Which from ThyWounds in Streams did run, When hanging on the Wood.

10 Therefore my deareft Lord I come, And fall down at Thy Feet;

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Here will I ftay and praife Thy Name,
And tafte Thy Love fo fweet.

11 Weak or in Pain to Thee I'll come,
And look upon Thy Wounds,

Tell Thee my Wants, and ask Thy Help,
Whose Mercy knows no Bounds.

12 Thou art my Refuge and my Strength,
My Confidence and Tow'r;
Thy Blood appears for my Defence
In ev'ry weakest Hour.

LXXI.

Ook on me Lord till I do weep,

'L I am Thy poor and helplefs Sheep:

Behold my cold and frozen Heart,
It is fo cold it gives me Smart.

2 It gives me Pain and Shame, my God,
That I can know, Thy precious Blood
In tender. Love was fhed for me,
And my hard Heart not foften'd be.
3 O Thou, with flaming Eyes of Fire,
My poor cold Heart with Warmth infpire;
Pierce thro' and thro' with Thy bright Beams,
Then let Thy Blood flow there in Streams.
That Blood, which all Things can fubdue,
Will make me faithful prove and true,
And fill my Heart with Love to Thee,
Who haft fo greatly loved me.

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