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Men. We with transcendent Glory bright

Have CHRIST himself put on.


Ang. Spirits like him he made us be,

A pure Æthereal Flane :
Men. Join'd to the Lord, one Spirit we
With Jesus' are the same.

Ang. We see him on his dazzling Throne,

Crowns he to us imparts :
Men. To us the King of Kings comes down
And reigns within our Hearts.

Ang. Pure as he did at first create,

We Angels never fell :
Men. He saves us in our loft Estate,
And rescues Man from Hell.

Ang. When others finn'd, we faithful prov'd,

His Love preserv'd us true ;
Men. Yet own that we are more belov'd,
He never dy'd for you.

Worms of the Earth, to you we own

The nobler Grace is giv’n:
Then praise with us the great Three One

Till we all meet in Heav'n.



ND can it be, that I should gain

An Int'rest in the Saviour's Blood!
Dy'd he for me? -- who caus’d his Pain !
For me?-who him to Death pursu'd.



Amazing Love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, thould'it die for me?

'Tis Myst’ry all! th' Immortal dies !

Who can explore his strange Design? In vain the first born Seraph tries

To found the Depths of Love Divine ;
'Tis Mercy all! let Earth adore ;
Let Angel Minds enquire no more.

He left his Father's Throne above,

(So free, fo infinite his Grace !) Empty'd himself of All, but Love,

And bled for Adam's helpless Race ; 'Tis Mercy all, immense and free! For, O my God, it found out me!

lv. Long my imprison'd Spirit lay,

Faft bound in Sin and Nature's Night; Thine Eye diffu'd a quick’ning Ray;

I woke ; the Dungeon flam'd with Light ;
My Chains fell off, my Heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and follow'd Thee.

Still the small inward Voice I hear,

That whispers all my Sins forgiv'n:
Still th' attoning Blood is near,

That quench'd the Wrath of hoftile Heay'n :
I feel the Life his Wounds impart,
I feel my Saviour in my Heart.

No Condemnation now I dread,

Jesus, and all in him, is mine ;
Alive in him, my living Head,

And cloath'd in Righteousness divine, Bold I approach th' eternal Throne, And claim the Crown, thro' CHRIST, my own.

F 1 N I S.

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