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4 I trust in Jesus' merit,
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IF to me experience had not prov-
With his blood my pardon bought, I had spent my days in anxious
grieving; But, to him be praise, I now, believing In my Lord, by faith receive Comfort, which the world can't give. 2 O what blessings are from Jesus' passion And atoming death deriv'd : I refuse all other consolation, If of these I am depriv'd: But no sooner doth his blood bedev me, And impart its healing virtue to me, Than my soul, tho' sunk in grief, Is restor'd, and finds relief. 3 When my Jesus from the cross complacent Casts on me a look of love, Grateful tears flow down my cheeks incessant, All my soft affections move; Could I, with a mindofearth divested, By all worldly cares quite unmolested, Be engag’d with him alone, Then were heaven on earth begun.
| 2 My spirit him embraces,
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ALL the bliss—which we possess,
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HOW can I view the slaughter'd Lamb, And all his sufferings trace, And not sink down with humble shame, And give him thanks and praise. This, Lord, I do with many tears, And own, with wonder fill'd, | Thy stripes and shame, thy griefs and prayers Made me thy pardon'd child.
3 Still be thy wounds to me more
3 What wonder in the Soul takes place, [grace: When we survey thy boundless For ah, to know our evil heart, And thy great name, and what thou art, [prove, And yet to find thee still so gracious This makes us sinkabas'd with shame and love. 4 We all know who and what we are, And all with one consent declare, That in ourselves no good we find To move thee, Lord, to be so kind: Yet many here with inward rapture feel Thy Spirit's unction and assuring seal. 5 O ground us deeper still in thee, And let us thy true followers be; And when of thee we testify, Fill thou our souls with heavenly