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He can only be subdu'd,

By the Sense of Pard’ning Grace. 6. Tell me, Jesus died for Me,

Shew some Token of His Love; Love and Sin can ne'er agree,

Love shall till the stronger prove : Love in the First Measure give,

Sin shall then no longer sway, Flesh may

for a Season ftrive,
I the Spirit shall obey.
7. Patiently I then shall wait

For the Woman's Noblest Seed,
JESUS CHRIST the Mighty HATE,

Bruiser of the Serpent's Head ;
O reveal Thy Son in me,

Bring the Perfect Nature in, Now destroy the Enmity,

Now consume the Man of Sin.

8. Adam, Flesh, and Self, and Pride,

Antichrift, Perdition's Son, Let him not in me abide,

Cast him out, and reign alone ; Slay the Dragon in the Sea,

Make my Soul Thy pure Abode, Fill'd with all the Deity,

Swallow'd up, and lost in God.

Moriar ut Te videam!

Let me die that I may fee Thee!

"O Who Searcheknow the reins and Heart,

Me, Jesu, to Myself explain,

A Ray of Heavenly Light impart;

Impart Thyself, Thou Real Light, And manifest my Nature's Night. 2. Cause me, O GOD, Myself to know,

The Depth of Wickedness within, Shew me, my inmoft Substance shew,

Th’exceeding Sinfulness of Sin : Such Power belongs to Thee alone ; Shew me, that Sin and I are One.

3. Senseless alike of Sin and Thee,

My unawaken'd Soul' remains, Faft bound in Sin, and Misery

I number on; nor feel my Chains, Nor taste nor see how Good Thou art, For still the Veil is on

my

Heart.

4. Oh! might my Heart at least relent,

And feel the Guilty: Mountain-Load. Oh! that Thy powerful Word might rent

The Veil, and let me into God;
The Glories of Thy Face display,
The Brightness of Eternal Day!
5. I know the Terms: I cannot see

Thy blissful Face, and live in Sin : A Flaming Sword preserves the Tree

Of Life, leaft Self should enter in ;
It keeps out Self, and every Way
It turns, the Man of Sin to Nay.

6. Be it according to Thy Word,

Ready to meet my Doom I am,
Oh! let me rush upon that Sword,

And feel the Sin-consuming Flame;
Live only. Christ in me, not I;
O let me see Thy Face and die!
7. Die All of Self to live no more,

Die the Old Man no more to rise ;

Me to Thine Image here restore,

Receive me to Thy Paradice, (Whence I may never more remove) The Paradice of Perfect Love.

A Pasion-Hymn.

E that pass by, behold the Man!

The Man of Griefs condemn'd for You? The Lamb of God for Sinners flain

Weeping to Calvary pursue.

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2. See how His Back the Scourges •tear,

While to the bloody Pillar bound !
The Ploughers make long Furrows there,

Till all His Body is one Wound. 3. The Abjects spit upon That Face

Which Prophets wilh'd in vain to see, On which the Angels lovd to gaze,

Pleas'd with His Milder Majesty.

4. Ador'd by Angels, mock'd by Men,

Speechless the Form of Guilt He wears, Revil'd He answers not again,

But meekly all their Insults bears. 5. Nor can He thus their Hate afswage,

His Innocence to Death pursu'd, Must fully glut their utmost Rage ;

Hark! how they clamour for His Blood ! 6. To us our own Barabbas give,

Away with Him (they loudly cry)
Away with Him, not fit to live,
The vile Seducer crucify.

7. Against

7. Against his God the Creature calls:

Accus'd and fentenc'd by the Breath Himself inspir'd, their Maker falls

The Lord of Life is doom'd to Death.

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8. His facred Limbs they stretch, they tear,

With Nails they fasten to the Wood His sacred Limbs expos'd, and bare,

Or only cover'd with his Blood.

9. See there ! His Temples crown'd with Thorns !

His bleeding Hands extended wide, His streaming Feet, transfixt and torn!

The Fountain gushing from His Side!

10. Where is the King of Glory now!

The Everlasting Son of God!
Th’ Immortal hangs His languid Brow,

Thi Almighty faints beneath His Load!

11. Beneath my Load He faints, and dies :

I fill'd His Soul with Pangs unknown; I caus'd those Mortal Groans, and Cries,

I killd the Father's Only Son. 12. Oh! Thou dear suffering Son of God,

How doth Thy Heart to Sinners move! Help me to catch Thy precious Blood,

Help me to taste Thy Dying Love. 13. Give me to feel Thy Agonies,

One Drop of Thy sad Cup afford: I fain with Thee wou'd fimpathise,

And share the Sufferings of my LORD.

14. The Earth could to her Centre quake,

Convuls'd, while her Creator died ; O let my inmoft Nature fhake,

And bow with Jesus Crucified.

15. At Thy last Gasp the Graves display'd

Their Horrors to the upper Skies ;
Oh! that my Soul might burst the Shade,

And quickned by Thy Death, arise.

16. The Rocks could feel Thy powerful Death,

And tremble, and asunder part : Orent with 'Thy Expiring Breath

The harder Marble of my Heart.

17. My Stony Heart Thy Voice hall rent,

Thou wilt, I trust, the Veil remove, My inmoft Bowels shall resent

The Yearnings of Thy Dying Love.

18. The Grace I surely shall receive,

Thy Death hath bought the Grace for me ; This is my whole Desire, To live ;

To live, and then to die in Thee.

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Defiring to love.
WH

Hat shall I do my God to love,

My Saviour, and the World's to praise ? Whose Bowels of Compassion move,

To Me, and All the Fallen Race;
Whose Mercy is divinely free
For All the Fallen Race, and Me.
2. I long to know, and to make known

The Heighth and Depth of Love Divine, The Kindness Thou to me haft shewn,

Whole every. Sin was counted Thine:
My God for me refign'd His Breath,
He died, to save my Soul from Death.
3. All Souls are Thine : and Thou for All
The Ransom of Thy Life haft given,

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