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With the tempter never wrangle,
Read your pardon,
Tho' our sins are black as hell;
He on Calv'ry
Why cast down, or troubled so;
Christ exalted, Is the hope of Israel now. 263. As ye have received Christ Jesus the
Lord, so walk ye in hiin. 8'. As Jesus the Lord he receives,
So walks the believer in bim, Convinc'd that the blessings he gives
Deserve his most cordial esteem; He loves him for what he hath done,
And grieves that he loves him no more, Yet still in the Lord he goes on,
His mercy and love to adore. He's deeply convinc'd of his sin,
And taught, by the Spirit, to see, He stands, in himself, all unclean,
A leper, in ev'ry degree:
He feels himself thankful to God
For all that the gospel declares, While Christ and his peace-speaking blood
The Chief of ten thousand appears. No longer he toils at the law,
Deluded withi “ Do this and live;"
As free as Jehovah can give;
And thought that his failings were few,
Unable to will or to do.
He's taught to be harmless and wise,
Salvation by works he denies; No merit hè claims of his own,
But shame and confusion of face, And low in the dust, at his throne
Receives a salvation of grace. 264. I am He that healeth Thee. 8. 7. 4. Oft as sins, my soul, assail thee,
Turn thine eyes to Jesu's blood,
Seek no healing,
Like a torrent, down thine eyes;
Yet for sin there's no remission,
Oh! sacred sound, with love replete: Now he prepares his God to meet, Who speaks without a frowning brow, “ What dost thou here, Elijah, now? “ Think not that I my saints neglect, " Still near my heart are mine elect; " From idol gods I make them flee, “ A chosen race, reserv'd to ME.” Thus, till the Spirit Christ reveals, Whose small still voice our pardon seals, Earthquakes may rage, and whirlwinds fly,
But to our God we ne'er draw nigh. 266. No Justification by the Works of
the Law. C. M. Since
man was out of Eden drove,
Or re-admittance there.
He strives, but all in vain;
Or Paradise regain. .
A flaming cherub stands;
Of infinite demands.
His guilty soul can screen;
His heart's a sink of sin.
Yet there's a new and living way,
Mark'd out with lines of blood,
Again return to God.
Thro' Jesu's blood and pain,
And Paradise regain.
Electing love shall bring,
And Christ exalted sing.
267. To them that believe He is precious,
When love divine our hearts inflame,
Our raptur'd souls shall sing
Of Israel's God and King.
Set up in God's decree,
Or made the earth and sea.
To bruise the Serpent's head;
'Twas for their sins he bled. He's precious, as a Fountain pure,
With living water fillid; And as a Rock, for ever sure,
Whereon his church shall build.