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Come needy, come guilty,
Come loathsome and bare:
Come just as you are,
Has never been tried ;
Whenever applied ;
With virtue divine,
Tho' leprous as mine. 70. Admiration of Sovereign Grace. S. M,
GRACE mov'd the triune God,
Lost sinners to redeem;
And grace shall be my theme.
How it delights my ear,
And drowns my ey'ry fear.
And break infernal chains;
Where the Redeemer reigns.
And grace completes the same;
Hosannas to the Lamb.
From his abounding grace,
Daily I draw supplies;
Of all my sacred joys.
And join the gracious throng,
71. Calvary. S. M. Go forth in spirit, go
To Calvary’s holy mount; See there thy friend between two thieves,
Suffering on thy account. Fall at his cross's foot,
And say, my God and Lord, Here let me dwell and view those wounds
Which life for me procur'd. Fix on that face thine
eye: Why dost thou backward shrink? What a base rebel thou hast been
To Christ thou now dost think.
Who always loves us first,
Delights to deck the worst.
What thou to him shall say? Be but sincere, and all thy case
Just as it is display.
That heart our Saviour lov'd
Which does not strive to weave
And his sharp eyes deceive.
72. Christ Crucified. L. M. When I survey the wond'rous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God;
I sacrifice them to his blood.
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all!
73. Christ's Humiliation. C. M, What object's this that meets my eyes
From out Jerusalem's gate, Which fills my mind with such surprise
As wonders to create ?
Who can it be that groans beneath
A pond'rous cross of wood, Whose soul's o'erwhelm'd in pains of death,
And body's bath'd in blood ?
The prophets have foretold
And for their crimes be sold ?
E'en Jesus, God's dear Son, Wrapt in mortality, to die
For crimes that I had done.
To sinful souls like me:
And see him die for me.
Until with happy John,
Sweetly to lean upon.
We love to hear of thee:
Does sound so sweet to me.
In mercy to us speak,
C. M. L. M.
Our Jesus shall be still our theme,
While in this world we stay,
When all things else decay;
With all thy favour'd throng,
fear'd; Bore all incarnate God could bear, With strength enough---and none to spare. The powers of hell united press’d, And squeez'd his heart, and bruis'd his breast, What dreadful conflicts rag'd within; When sweat and blood forc'd thro’ the skin, Dispatch'd from heaven an angel stood, Amaz'd to find him bath'd in blood, Ador'd by angels, and obey'd; But lower now than angels made.