See thy dear Lord dragg'd like a Thief,
Amidft Contempt, and Stripes and Grief,
For thee a Sacrifice ;
Faften'd unto the fhameful Wood,
Defpis'd by Men, and bath'd in Blood;
So dear thy Ranfom Price!
Lord, didft thou fuffer thus for me!
Did'ft thou feel all this Mifery
To give me Life and Peace?
Then let me bear it on my Heart,
My all is purchas'd with thy Smart,
Thy Blood figns my Releale.
Diftinguishing Love, or Angels punished, and Man faved.
OWN headlong from the native Skies,
The Rebel-Angels fell!
And Thunder-Bolts of flaming Wrath
Purfu'd them deep to Hell.
Down from the Top of earthly Blifs
Rebellious Man was hurl'd;
And Jefus ftoop'd beneath the Grave
To fave a finking World.
O Love of infinite Degree!
Unmeafurable Grace!
Muft Heav'n's eternal Darling die,
To fave a trait'rous Race?
Muft Angels fink for ever down,
And burn in quenchless Fire:
While God forfakes his fhining Throne
To raife us Wretches higher?
Oh for this Love, let Earth and Skies
With Hallelujahs ring,
And the full Choir of human Tongues
All Hallelujahs fing!
HYMN CXI.
CHRIST'S Commiffion.
OME, happy Souls, approach your God,
With new melodious Songs;
Come, render to Almighty Grace
The Tributes of your Tongues.
So ftrange, fo boundlefs was the Love
That pity'd dying Men,
The Father fent his equal Son,
To give them Life again.
Thy Hands, dear Jefus, were not arın'd
With a revenging Rod;
No hard Commiffion to perform
The Vengeance of a God.
But all was Mercy, all was mild,
And Wrath forfook the Throne,
When Chrift on the kind Errand came,
And brought Salvation down.
Here, Sinners, you may heal your Wounds,
And wipe your Sorrows dry;
Truft in the mighty Saviour's Name,
And you thall never die.
O deareft Lord, melt down our Souls
T' accept thine offer'd Grace;
Then will we biefs the Saviour's Love,
And give the Father Praife.
RAISE your triumphant Songs
Let the wide Earth refound the Deeds
Celeftial Grace has done.
Sing how eternal Love
Its chief Beloved chofe,
And bid him raife our wretched Race
From their Abyss of Woes.
His Hand no Thunder bears,
No Terror cloaths his Brow;
No Bolts to drive our guilty Souls
To fiercer Flames below.
'Twas Mercy fili'd the Throne,
And Wrath flood filent by,
When Chrift was fent with Pardons down
To Rebels doom'd to die.
Now, Sinners, dry your Tears,
Let hopeless Sorrows cease:
Bow to the Scepter of his Love,
And take the offer'd Peace.
Lord, we obey the Call;
We lay an humble claim
To the Salvation thou haft brought,
And love and praife thy Name.
Behold Iftand at the Door and knock, &c.
E magnify thy Grace, O Lord;
How plenteoutly haft thou prepar'd
A Supper for thy Saints!
All things are ready, thou haft faid,
A Table thou haft richly fpread,
To antwer all our Wants.
Now, Lord, allure our Souls to Thee,
O kindly bid us come and fee,
And fafte how Good thou art;
Knock with the Hammer of thy Word,
Knock by thy pow'rful Spirit, Lord,
Lord break into each Heart.
Darkness and Unbelief remove,
And ravifh all our Souls with Love,
Caft out the Pow'r of Sin:
Jefus, attend our feeble Pray'r,
And for thyfelf our Hearts prepare,
Come in, our Lord, come in.
Let Comfort, Love, and Joy, and Peace,
Like Rivers flow, and ftill increafe,
Unto the Ocean driv'n;
Lord, condefcend to fup with me,
And grant I now may fup with thee,
And sup at last in Heay'n.
1 Y M N CXIV. Repentance flowing from the Patience of
ND are we Wretches yet alive?
A And do we yet rebel !
'I'is boundlefs, 'tis amazing Love,
That bears us up from Hell.
The Burden of our weighty Guilt
Would fink us down to Flames,
And threat'ning Vengeance rolls above,
To crush our feeble Frames.
Almighty Goodness, cries, Forbear,
And ftrait the Thunder ftays:
And dare we now provoke his Wrath,
And weary out his Grace!
Lord, we have long abus'd thy Love,
Too long indulg'd our Sin:
O that our Hearts may bleed to fee
What Rebels we have been !
No more our Lufts, may ye command,
No more may we obey
Stretch out, O God, thy conqu'ring Hand,
And drive thy Foes away.
HYMN CXV
Accefs to the Throne of Grace by a
NOME let us lift our joyful Eyes
Up to the Courts above,
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