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S. M. 130.
Freedom in the death of Jesus. ' AND shall we still be slaves,
And in our fetters lie,
T'assert our liberty?
Our freedom to obtain?
And glory in our chain? 3 Shall we go on to sin,
Because thy grace abounds; Or crucify the Lord again,
And open all his wounds? 4 Forbid it, mighty God'
Nor let it e'er be said,
In vice are lost and dead. 5 The man that durst despise
The law that Moses brought, Behold! how terribly he dies
For his presumptuous fault. 6 But sorer vengeance falls
On that rebellious race,
C. M. 131. Chrisť: dyng Love; or, our Pardon
bought at a dear price.
Was God's eternal Son!
And pity brought him down.
That when the Saviour knew
3 Now, though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great: Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor should his saints forget. 4 Here we behold his bowels roll
As kind as when he died; And see the sorrows of his soul
Bleed through his wounded side. 5 Here we receive repeated scals
Of Jesus' dying love:
One soft affection move.
While we his death record,
L. M. 132.
Salvation in the Cross.
I lay my soul beneath thy love, Beneath the droppings of thy blood,
Jesus, nor shall it e'er remove.
With rage and lightning in their eyes,
Should hell with all its legions rise. 3 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence,
Moveless and firm this heart should lie;
If I must perish, there to die.
Am I not safe beneath thy shade?
Nor Satan dares my soul invade.
And all my foes shall lose their aim,
133. (148) C. M.
Sorrow for the sufferings of the Saviour. 'ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sov'reign die?
For such a worm as I?
He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
And shut his glories in,
For man the creature's sin!
While his dear eross appears;
And melt my eyes to tears.
The debt of lore I owe.
Tis all that I can do.
134 (145.) L. M.
The Prince of peace that groan'd and died; Worthy to rise, and live, and reign,
At his almighty Father's side, 2 Pow'r and dominion are his due,
Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's oar. Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,
Though he was charg'd with madness here. 3 Honour immortal must be paid,
Lustead of scandal and of scorn; While glory shines about his head, And a bright crown without a thorn
4 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,
Whose blood speaks peace to wretched men, Let angels sound his sacred name; And ev'ry creature say,
Of David and of God,
And seal'd it with his blood! 2 To Christ th' anointed King,
Be endless blessings giv'n! Let the whole earth his
glory sing, Who made our peace with heav'n.
(143.) C. M. 136.
Tribute to the Lamb. 1 COME, let
us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongnies,
But all their joys are one. 2 “Worthy the Lamb that died,” they cry
To be exalted thus; “ Worthy the Lamb,” our lips reply,
For he was slain for us. 3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and pow'r divine,
Be, Lord! for ever thine.
And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise! 137. (134.) S. M.
Praire for Redemption 1 AUTHOR of life and bliss! Thy goodness I adore.
O give me strength to speak thy praise,
Anl grace to love thee more! e First for this world, so fair,
My daily thanks shall rise;
Thy bounteous hand supplies. 9 But yet a nobler cause
Demands iny warmest lore.
Descending from abore
He died, that we miglit live;
Immortal hope to give.
The dear Redeemer Lore!
Which his blest bosom tore! 6 Low in the grave he lay,
While darkness veil'd the skies. But lo!
-he bursts the bands of death; To glory see him rise! 7 Father! this work is thine,
For us thou gar'st thy Son. O nay we all devoted be,
And live to thee alone! 138. (142.), L. M
The saine. 1"'T'IS finish?d!".-30 the Saviour oried,
And meekly bow'd his bcad and died Tis finish yes, the race is run,
The battle fought, the vict'ry won.
And all the ancient prophets said,