He fulfill'd all Righteousness,
Standing in our legal Place,
From the Cradle to the Crofs,
All He did He did for us.
He did all our Woes retrieve,
He expir'd that we might live:
By his Stripes our Wounds are heal'd,*
By his Blood our Peace is feal'd.
Circumcife our filthy Hearts,
Purify our inward Parts;
LORD, deftroy the carnal Mind.
That in Thee we Peace may find :
In thy Righteousness array'd,
Let us triumph and be glad ;
May we walk on Earth with Thee,
And in Heav'n thy Glory fee.
The PASSION. 75.
H! what Wonders Love has done !
But how little understood!
GOD well knows, and God alone,
What produc'd that Sweat of Blood.
Who can thy deep Wonders fee,
Wonderful Gethsemane?—Matt. 26. 36.
Many Woes had CHRIST endur'd,
Many fore Temptations met,
Patient, and to Pains inur'd :
But the foreft Trial yet,
Was to be fuftain'd in thee,
Gloomy, fad Gethsemane.
There my GOD bore all my Guilt,
This, thro' Grace, can be believ'd;
But the Horrors which He felt,
Are too great to be conceiv'd.
None can penetrate thro' thee,
Doleful, dark Gethsemane.
SAVIOUR, all the Stone remove
From my flinty frozen Heart;
Thaw it with the Beams of Love:
Pierce it with a Blood-dipt Dart.
Wound the Heart, that wounded Thee :
Melt it in Gethsemane.
HYMN CVIII. L. M.
The CRUCIFIXION.
E that pafs by, behold the MAN!
The MAN of Griefs condemn'd for you! The LAMB of GOD for Sinners flain
Weeping to Calvary pursue.-John 19. 5.
See how his Back the Scourges tear,
While to the bloody Pillar bound!
The Ploughers make long Furrows there,
'Till his whole Body is a Wound.*
His facred Limbs they ftretch, they tear,
With Nails they faften to the Wood
His facred Limbs-expos'd and bare,
Or only cover'd with his Blood!
See there! his Temples crown'd with Thorn!
His bleeding Hands extended wide!
His ftreaming Feet transfix'd and torn!
The Fountain gufhing from his Side! +
* Pfa. 129. 3. ↑ John 19. 34.
Where is the KING of Glory now?
The Everlafting SON of GOD?
Th' IMMORTAL hangs his languid Brow,
Th' ALMIGHTY yet fupports the Load!
Beneath our Load of Sin, He dies!*
We fill'd his Soul with Pangs unknown,
We caus'd thofe mortal Groans, and Cries,
We kill'd the FATHER's only Son.†
LOW faft my Tears; the caufe is great; This Tribute claims an injur'd Friend: One whom I long purfu'd with Hate,
And yet He lov'd me to the End..
When Death his Terrors round me fpread,
And aim'd his Arrows at my Head.
CHRIST interpos'd, the Wound He bore,
And bade the Monfter dare no more.
Faft flow my Tears, yet fafter flow,
Stream copious as yon purple Tide,
'Twas I that dealt the deadly Blow,
I urg'd the Hand that pierc'd his Side. Keen Pangs and agonizing Smart Opprefs his Soul, and rend his Heart; Whilft Juftice, arm'd with Pow'R DIVINE, Pours on his Head what's due to mine.
Faft and yet fafter flow my Tears,
Love breaks the Heart, and drains the Eyes; His Vifage marr'd, tow'rds Heav'n He rears, And, pleading for his Murd'rer, dies!
* Pet. 2. 24. † 1 Cor. 35. 3.
My Grief nor Measure knows nor End,
'Till He appear the Sinner's Friend;
And gives me, in an happy Hour,
To feed the rifen SAVIOUR'S Pow'r.
HYMN CX. 8 8 7.
The fame.
HO hath our Report believed?
Shiloh come is not received,
Not received by his own,
Promis'd Branch from Root of Jesse,
David's Offspring fent to blefs ye,
Comes too meekly to be known.
Tell me, O thou favour'd Nation,
What is thy fond Expectation?
Some fair, fpreading lofty Tree?
Let not worldly Pride confound thee,
'Mong the lowly Plants around thee,
Mark the Lowest, that is HE.
Lo! MESSIAH unrefpected!
Man of Griefs, defpifed, rejected!
Wounds his Form disfiguring,
Marr'd his Vifage more than any
For He bears the Sins of many,
All our Sorrows carrying.
No Deceit his Mouth had spoken,
Blameless He no Law had broken,
Yet was number'd with the Worft:
For, because the LORD would grieve Him,
We, who faw it, did believe Him,
For his own Offences curft.
But while Him our Thoughts accufed,
He for us alone was bruifed,
Stricken, fmitten for our Guilt:
With his Stripes, our Wounds are cured,
By his Pains, our Peace affured.-Rom. 5. x.
Secur'd by the Blood He fpilt.
Fear our Portion, Slaves in Spirit,
He redeem'd us by his Merit
To a glorious Liberty:
Dearly firft his Goodnefs bought us,
Truth and Love then fweetly taught us,
Truth and Love have made us free,
Bleffed be the Pow'r who gave us,
Freely gave his Son to fave us,
Blefs'd the Son who freely came :
Honour, Bleffing, Adoration,
Ever, from the whole Creation,
Be to GoD and to the LAMB.
LL ye that pass by! to JESUS draw nigh,* To you is it nothing that JESUS fhould (die? Our Ranfom, and Peace, our Surety He is, Come, fee, if there ever was Sorrow like his!
For what you have done his Blood did atone; The FATHER hath punish'd for you his dear
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