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2 Standing now as newly slain,
To thee I lift mine eye,
Thy blond is always nigh.
Thou art, and wilt for ever be :
Thy blood was shed for me. 3 Nothing have I, Lord, to pay,
Nor can thy grace procure;
For I, thou know'st am poor;
My all is sin and misery :
Thy blood was shed for me. 4 No good word, or work, or thought,
Bring I to buy thy grace;
Thy proffer I embrace.
To take, and not bestow on thee ,
Thy blood was shed for me.
I never will depart;
When I am pure in heart:
This only shall be all my plea,
Thy blood was shed for me.
Jordan.) HYMN 108. C. M.
OD of all grace and majesty,
If I have mercy found with thee
Through the atoning blood;
And to my pardon join
Thy gracious Spirit divine. 2 If mercy is indeed with thee,
May I obedient prove,
Or sin against thy love:
On a poor sojourner;
In humbleness and fear.
My strict observer see;
My child-like heart to thee:
At Jesu's feet abide :
And seat me by his side.
Y God, my life, my love,
to thee I call :
For thou art all in all.
This dungeon where I dwell :
If thou depart 'tis hell. 3 The smilings of thy face,
How amiable they are ! 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace,
And no where else but there.
4 To thee, and thee alone,
The angels owe their bliss ;
And dwell where Jesus is. 5 Not all the harps above,
Can make a heavenly place,
Or but conceal his face. 6 Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford;
Without thy presence, Lord. 7 Thou art the sea of love,
Where all my pleasures roll:
* And centre of my soul. 8 To thee my spirits fly,
With infinite desire:
O Jesus, raise me higher.
Hamilton.] HYMN 110. L. M. 1 I God,
To wash me in thy cleansing blood;
For ever clos'd to all but thee!
That pledge of love for ever there. 3 How blest are they who still abide
Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side!
4 What are our works but sin and death,
Till thou thy quick’ning Spirit breathe ?
O wond'rous grace! O boundless love! 5 How can it be, thou heavenly King,
That thou should'st us to glory bring;
Deck'd with a never-fading crown? 6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow,
Our words are lost, nor will we know,
“My Lord, my love is crucify'd.”
To know the wonders thou hast wrought; Unloose our stamm’ring tongues to tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable ! 3 First born of many brethren thou,
To thee, lo, all our souls we bow :
Arundel.] HYMN 111. C. M. 1
ESUS, thou all-redeeming Lord,
Open the door to preach thy word,
The great, effectual door.
From sin and Satan's power;
And know their gracious hour.
What thou hast bought so dear: Come, then, and in thy people's eyes,
With all thy wounds appear!
4 Appear, as when of old confest,".
The suffering Son of God;
But newly dipt in blood. 5 The hardness from their hearts remove,
Thou who for all hast died : Show them the tokens of thy love,
Thy feet, thy hands, thy side.
To trample down their sin;
To take thy murderers in. 7 Thy side an open fountain is,
Where all may freely go,
And wash them white as snow.
And prove the record true: And all thy wounds to sinners cry,
"I suffer'd this for you!”
Bethel.] HYMN 112. C. M.
One God in persons three, Bring back the heavenly blessing lost
By all mankind and me. 2 Thy favour and thy nature too,
To me, to all restore; Forgive, and after God renew,
And keep me evermore.
Display thy beams divine,
Upon my heart to shine.