He can only be fubdu'd,
By the Sense of Pard'ning Grace.

6. Tell me, JESUS died for Me,
Shew fome Token of His Love;
Love and Sin can ne'er agree,

Love shall still the stronger prove:
Love in the First Measure give,
Sin fhall then no longer sway,
Flesh may for a Season strive,
I the Spirit fhall obey.

7. Patiently I then shall wait

For the Woman's Nobleft Seed,
JESUS CHRIST the MIGHTY HATE,
Bruifer of the Serpent's Head;

O reveal Thy Son in me,

Bring the Perfect Nature in,

Now destroy the Enmity,

Now confume the Man of Sin.

8. Adam, Flesh, and Self, and Pride, Antichrift, Perdition's Son,

Let him not in me abide,

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

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

1.

Swallow'd up, and loft in GOD.

Moriar ut Te videam!

Let me die that I may fee Thee!

Woo, whch know't whains and fla

Who searchest out the Reins and Heart,

Me, JESU, to Myself explain,

A Ray of Heavenly Light impart;

Impart Thyfelf, Thou Real Light,
And manifeft my Nature's Night.

2. Cause me, O GOD, Myfelf to know,
The Depth of Wickedness within,
Shew me, my inmoft Substance fhew,
Th' exceeding Sinfulness of Sin:
Such Power belongs to Thee alone;
Shew me, that Sin and I are One.

3. Senfelefs alike of Sin and Thee, My unawaken'd Soul remains, Faft bound in Sin, and Mifery

I flumber on, nor feel my Chains,
Nor tafte nor fee how Good Thou art,
For ftill the Veil is on my Heart.

4. Oh! might my Heart at leaft relent,
And feel the Guilty Mountain-Load.
Oh! that Thy powerful Word might rent
The Veil, and let me into Go D;
The Glories of Thy Face difplay,
The Brightness of Eternal Day!

5. I know the Terms: I cannot fee
Thy blissful Face, and live- -in Sin:
A Flaming Sword preferves the Tree
Of Life, leaft Self fhould enter in;
It keeps out Self, and every Way
It turns, the Man of Sin to flay.

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-confuming Flame;
Live only CHRIST in me, not I;
O let me fee Thy Face and die!

7. Die All of Self to live no more,

Die the Old Man no more to rife;

Me to Thine Image here restore,
Receive me to Thy Paradice,
(Whence I may never more remove)
The Paradice of Perfect Love.

I.

A Paffion-Hymn.

E that pafs by, behold the Man!

YE

The Man of Griefs condemn'd for You!
The Lamb of GoD for Sinners flain
Weeping to Calvary pursue.

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 fpit upon That Face
Which Prophets wifh'd in vain to fee,
On which the Angels lov'd to gaze,
Pleas'd with His Milder Majefty.

4. Ador'd by Angels, mock'd by Men,
Speechless the Form of Guilt He wears,
Revil'd He answers not again,

5.

But meekly all their Infults bears.

Nor can He thus their Hate affwage,
His Innocence to Death purfu'd,

Muft 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 infpir'd, their Maker falls;

The LORD of Life is doom'd to Death.

8. His facred Limbs they ftretch, they tear, With Nails they faften to the Wood expos'd, and bare, Or only cover'd with his Blood.

His facred Limbs

9. See there! His Temples crown'd with Thorns!
His bleeding Hands extended wide,
His ftreaming 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,
Th' 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 kill'd the Father's Only Son.

12. Oh! Thou dear fuffering Son of GoD,
How doth Thy Heart to Sinners move!
Help me to catch Thy precious Blood,
Help me to tafte Thy Dying Love.

13. Give me to feel Thy Agonies,
One Drop of Thy fad Cup afford :
I fain with Thee wou'd fimpathife,
And fhare the Sufferings of my LORD.

14. The Earth could to her Centre quake, Convuls'd, while her Creator died;

Olet my inmoft Nature shake,
And bow with JESUS Crucified.

15. At Thy laft Gafp the Graves display'd
Their Horrors to the upper Skies;
Oh! that my Soul might burft the Shade,
And quickned by Thy Death, arise.

16. The Rocks could feel Thy powerful Death,
And tremble, and afunder part:
O rent with Thy Expiring Breath
The harder Marble of my Heart.

17. My Stony Heart Thy Voice shall rent,
Thou wilt, I truft, the Veil remove,

My inmoft Bowels fhall refent

The Yearnings of Thy Dying Love.

18. The Grace I furely fhall receive,
Thy Death hath bought the Grace for me;
This is my whole Defire, To live;
To live, and then to die in Thee.

I.

Defiring to love.

HAT fhall I do my GoD to love,

W My Saviour, and the World's to praife?

Whofe Bowels of Compaffion move.

To Me, and All the Fallen Race;
Whofe 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 Kindnefs Thou to me haft fhewn,
Whofe every Sin was counted Thine:
My Gop for me refign'd His Breath,
He died, to fave my Soul from Death.

3. All Souls are Thine: and Thou for All
The Ranfom of Thy Life haft given,

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