Men. We with tranfcendent Glory bright v. Ang. Spirits like him he made us be, Men. Join'd to the LORD, one Spirit we VI. Ang. We fee him on his dazzling Throne, Men. To us the King of Kings comes down VII. Ang. Pure as he did at firft create, Men. He faves us in our loft Eftate, VIII. Ang. When others finn'd, we faithful prov❜d, Men. Yet own that we are more belov'd, IX Ang. Worms of the Earth, to you we own Then praise with us the great Three One A FREE GRACE. I. ND can it be, that I fhould gain An Int'reft in the Saviour's Blood! Dy'd he for me?who caus'd his Pain ! For me?-who him to Death pursu'd. Amazing Amazing Love! how can it be That Thou, my GoD, fhould't die for me? IL 'Tis Myft'ry all! th' Immortal dies! Who can explore his ftrange 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. III. He left his Father's Throne above, Long my imprison'd Spirit lay, Faft bound in Sin and Nature's Night; Thine Eye diffus'd a quick'ning Ray; I woke; the Dungeon flam'd with Light; My Chains fell off, my Heart was free, I rofe, went forth, and follow'd Thee. V. Still the fmall inward Voice I hear, That whispers all my Sins forgiv'n: Still th' attoning Blood is near, That quench'd the Wrath of hoftile Heav'n : I feel the Life his Wounds impart, I feel my Saviour in my Heart. VI. No Condemnation now I dread, JESUS, and all in him, is mine ; Alive in him, my living Head, And cloath'd in Righteoufnefs divine, Bold I approach th' eternal Throne, And claim the Crown, thro' CHRIST, my own. F I N 1 S. |