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A rebel 'midst the thunders of His throne ! Nor I alone-a rebel universe ! My species up in arms, not one exempt ! Yet for the foulest of the foul He dies ! Most joy’d for the redeem'd from deepest guilt ! Bound ev'ry heart ; and ev'ry bosom burnO what a scale of miracles is here! Its lowest round high planted in the skies : Its tow'ring summit lost beyond the thought Of man or angel! O that I could climb The wonderful ascent with equal praise ! Praise ! flow for ever (if astonishment Will give thee leave) my praise, for ever flow ; Praise, ardent, cordial, constant, to high heav'n, More fragrant than Arabia sacrificed, And all her spicy mountains in a flame.
Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,
Or spark of glimmering day.
With pitying eyes the Prince of Peace
Beheld our helpless grief ;
He came to our relief.
Down from the shining courts above,
With joyful haste he fled ;
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.
O! for this love, let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
The Saviour's praises speak.
Mourner, art thou conscience-stricken,
Deeply now convinced of sin,
By the serpent stung within ?
Jesus, on that cross suspended,
Died to expiate thy guilt-
Saved thee by the blood He spilt :
God will, for His sake, forgive thee,
Boldly through His name apply,
If on Him be fix'd thine eye.
“ THE INVALID's Hyun Book.”
VII. THE ATONING AND CLEANSING BLOOD OF
Ye are bought with a price.-1 COR. vi. 20.
With the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot.- PETER i. 19.
The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth us from all sin.-1 JOHN i. 7.
With blood, but not his own-the awful sign
Sin must have death! it's holy requisition
With blood, but not his own the Jew drew near
Blessed, holy, spotless Lamb!
Seated on the rainbow'd throne,
Yes! it was for such as I
That Thy precious blood was spilt :
Nothing but our woe and guilt.
Shed it was: the purple tide
Flow'd o'er Calv'ry's riven mount :-
Fillid the sin-atoning fount.
'Tis enough! no leprous spot
Meets Jehovah's piercing gaze:
Saviour, take the endless praise !
Lo! the white-rob'd choirs arise,
Hark! I hear their lofty strain :
Shout- The Lamb for sinners slain!
I was a stricken deer, that left the berd