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And smile to see our Father there,
Upon a Throne of Love.
Once 'twas a Seat of dreadful Wrath,
And shot devouring Flame; Our God appear’d consuming Fire,
And Vengeance was his Name. Rich were the Drops of Jesu's Blood,
That calm’d his frowning Face, That sprinkld o'er the burning Throne,
And turn'd the Wrath to Grace.
Now we may bow before his Feet,
And venture near the Lord !
Nor double-flaming Sword.
Are open’d by the Son :
And reach th' Almighty Throne.
To thee ten thousand Thanks we bring
Great Advocate on high ; And Glory to th' eternal King,
That lays his Fury by.
H Y M N CXVI.
Th' obscure Abyfs of Providence, Tou deep to found with mortal Lines, Too dark to view with feeble Sense.
Now thou array'st thine awful Face,
Dear Father, if thy lifted Rod,
Revenge, the Blood of Abel cries; But the dear Strean when Chrift was slain, Speaks Peace as loud from ev'ry Vein.
Pardon and Peace from God on high ;
To Jesus let our Praises rise,
HY MN CXVIII.
Away from Earth our Souls retreat;
Lord, in the Temple of thy Grace,
While here our various Wants we mourng
Father, our Souls would still abide,
And born unholy and unclean: Sprung from the Man whose guilty Fall Corrupts the Race, and taints us all.
Soon as we draw our Infant-Breath,
for Death ; Thy Law demands a perfect Heart, But we're defil'd in ev'ry Part.
Behold, we fall before thy Face,
Jesus, our God, thy Blood alone,
HY MN CXX.
The Offices of CHRIST.
That comes with Truth and Grace ; Jesus, thy Spirit and thy Word,
Shall lead us in thy Ways.
Who offer'd up his: Blood,
By pleading with our God.
How sweet are his Commands!
By his Almighty Hands.
Who saves by diff'rent Ways ! His Mercies lay a sov’reign Claim
To our immortal Praile,
HY MN CXXI.
OT all the Blood of Beasts
On Jewish Altars Nain, Could give the guilty Conscience Peace,
Or wash away the Stain, But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb,
Takes all our Sins away ;) A Sacrifice of nobler Name,
And richer Blood than they. My Faith would lay her Hand
On that dear Head of thine, While like a Penitent I ftand,
And there confess my Sin.
My Soul looks back to see
The Burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed Tree,
And hopes her Guilt was there.
Believing, we rejoice
To see the Curse remove; We blefs the Lamb with chearful Voice,
And sing his bleeding Love,