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3 I now wish to be

351.* T. 83. Devoted to thee,

O REJOICE, Christ's happy sheep!
Whọ for me hast dy'd-Grant that I
may serve thee, and in thee abide. You, his flock in safety keep ;


Shepherd will for ever

You are objects of his favor : 350.

Only fast unto him cleave,

You he'll ne'er forsake nor leave.
O HOW enraptur'd is my heart,
That in my Jesus I have part,

352. *
He is my only treasure !
May I for evermore abide

My All in all, my faithful Friend! A member of his chosen bride, Upon whose mercy I depend;

And live unto his pleasure; Thanought in earth or heav'nmoredear; Oh! 1-have joy,

My Paschal Lamb from

year to year ; At the favor-that


Saviour My Shield, my Rock, my Polar-star,
Here already
Join'd me to the church his body: Thou art my God, and ever shalt abide!

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XX, Of Thankfulness of the Heart for Jesus' Incarnation

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4 Ah remain :il:
Ah remain our highest Good !

In our hearts, dear suff'ring Saviour,

Shed thy dying love abroad;

This will rule our whole behavior, THANKS and praise, :||:

Us with love inspire, till we shall be,
Jesus, unto thee are due ;

Lord, with thee. :11:
O accept our adoration,
For the blessings which accrue

354, T. 14. From thy human life and passion ;

To our Redeemer's glorious name May our hearts and lips with one accord

Awake the sacred song! Praise thee, Lord ! :11:

O may his love (immortal flame !)

Tune ev'ry heart and tongue.
2 For thy death :||:
Thou art worthy, Lamb of God, 2 His love what angel's thought can
That our lives and whole demeanor

Praise thee, yea each drop of blood What mortal's tongue display?
Be devoted to thy honor,

Imagination's utmost stretch And our souls uninterruptedly

In wonder dies away. Cleave to thee. :ll:

3 He left his radiant throne on high, 3 O how great : //

Left the bright realms of bliss, Are the blessings we derive

And came on earth to bleed and die!
From the fulness of our Saviour !

Was ever love like this!
They who him by faith receive, 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
And desire to taste his favor,

Our humble thanks to thee,
From this source may freely take always May ev'ry heart with rapture say:
Grace for grace, ill:

• The Saviour dy'd for me."

T. 14.


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5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme (For us he man became, Fill ev'ry heart and tongue,

And still abides the same; Till strangers love thy charming name, To make us all one spirit And join the sacred song.

With him, is his blest aim. 355.*


T. 155. O JESUS, for thy matchless love,

ANGELS, principalities, Accept our warmest praise ;

Thrones and pow'rs in heav'nly places, Since thou didst leave thy throneabove, Worship Jesus, To save a sinful race.

As the Author of their frame;

We with them 2 Thanks for thy suff’rings, tears, and Praise him for his incarnation, cries,

Human life and bitter passion, And groans in thy distress;

And adore his saving name. The source of never-fading joys,

And endless happiness. 3 Thanks for thy thirst, O Prince of WHAT strikes, O wounded Lamb of peace,

When hanging on the tree;

My soul so sensibly?
What a divine refreshment this 'Tis when I view the fervent love,
To souls athirst for thee!

That urged thee to die; 4 Thanks for thy last heart-piercing cry; And feel that from thy precious blood, And meritorious death :

So freely shed for me, Grant we may all on thee rely;

Flows all my happiness in time, And live a life of faith.

And in eternity.

2 This grace, as long as life shall last, 356. T. 167.

I humbly will proclaim;
SING with humble hearts your praises, I, who a sinner void of good,
For our Saviour's boundless grace;

Who dust and ashes am:
Pay due homage to Christ Jesus, 'Tis deeply rooted in my heart,

Come with thanks before his face : Eras'd it ne'er shall be,
Praise him for his death and bleeding, That by thy meritorious death
All our happiness lies there;

Thou hast redeemed me.
Praise him for his gracious leading,

3 Thy mercy may I ne'er forget,
faithful Shepherd's care.

While here below I stay:
2 Thou to purchase our salvation I'm lost in wonder and amaze,
Didst assume humanity;

When I thy goodness weigh, Jesus, for thy bitter passion,

That I, poor sinner, am become May we ever thankful be:

A child of thine, thro' grace, Filld with awe, and humbly bowing, And being thine, a joyful heir

At thy feet we prostrate fall, Of ceaseless happiness. Gratefully this truth avowing,

4. With contrite tears I thee adore, That thou art our All in all.

And thank for mercy

free; I'll in my walk show forth thy praise,

Ev'n in my small degree: REDEEMED congregation,

If thou support me with thy aid, Extol with one accord

As my most gracious Lord ; The God of our salvation,

Th' imperfect service which I yield, Sing praises to the Lord :

Will joy to thee afford.


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5 Whenever my

frail nature swerves 3 I see him in the garden Beyond the proper bounds, (gives, Shed foods of bitter tears, Thou know'st, O Lord, what pain it Sinking beneath the burden; How grievously it wounds;

I hear his ansious pray'rs; With eager

haste I therefore flee, I see him pine and languish, And safely wish to hide

As on the ground he lay, Within thy wounds, O God my Rock, Till, thro' hîs anguish, And in those clefts abide.

The blood-sweat forc'd its way. 6 O thou, who to redeem my soul Didst on the cross expire,

4 I fully am assured Grant I may love thee in return,

My Saviour loveth me,
Be this

By all he hath endured
fix'd desire :

In his great agony;
Henceforth no more to cherish self,
But to thy praise to live,

His back plough'd o'er with furrows,

His side pierc'd with a spear, Who lovedst me, and out of love

And unexampled sorrows, Thyself for me didst give.

His boundless love declare. 7 Thy suff'rings then, and bitter death,

My heart shall e'er retain; 5 My fav'rite theme is Jesus, And earnestly I'll shun thro' grace,

All else I count but loss; All that which gives thee pain;

His love all thought surpasses, For nothing now which this vain world Ah, view him on the cross! Can offer or devise,

Thence hope and consolation Can yield me any further joy,

I freely can derive; Nought but my ransom price.

Were he not

my salvation, 8 For ever then remain engrav'd

I could not bear to live.

heart's recess ;

6 Near Jesus' cross I tarry, Thee whom I wish to love in truth, On him I fix mine eyes, O may my mouth confess :

Behold him spent and weary
Grant that each sheep within thy fold

A bleeding sacrifice;
Thy seal impress'd may bear, Once of his heav'nly glory
Until thou, at the judgment day, I shall obtain a sight;
In glory shalt appear.

But here, his suff'ring beauty

Remains my chief delight.
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BEHOLD, my soul, thy Saviour

7 What undeserved favor Gives up his life and blood, Hath Jesus to me shown! Thee to restore to favor,

Might I recline for ever And reconcile to God;

Upon his breast, like John. Thy ev'ry pain he eases,

Tis my heart's inclination, In him thou find'st relief,

Like Mary, oft to sit, Rise then, and sing his praises,


my consuńmation, Who turns to joy thy grief,

Lord, at thy pierced feet. 2 How is my soul delighted,

8 In my forlorn condition Tho'shame o'erspreads my face, Thou, Lord, didst me receive, When I, by faith excited,

Thou savedst from perdition The Lamb of God can trace,

My soul, and badst me live:. In all his bitter passion,

With inward spirit's ardor, Till dying on the tree!

I thank thee for thy grace ; He bare my condemnation,

Thyself this heav'nly fervor And gained life for me.

Of love to thee increase!

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361. T. 146. I revere-him with fear:

But his expiration
LORD Jesus, who for me

Yields me consolation.
Hast endless bliss obtained,
And as thy property

2 Heart-reviving is the view My soul by blood regained:

Of our lovely Saviour;

Him our highest Good to know,
Accept a weeping eye,

Be our whole endeavour;
A warm and grateful heart,
Tho' a thank-off'ring poor,

We're unclean,-full of sin,

But the stripes of Jesus Yet take it in good part.

Heal all our diseases. 2 Jesus, thy dying love

3 Lamb of God, all praise to thee! And thy blood-bought salvation, Thou hast vict'ry gained, By day and night shall prove

And upon the cross for me. My fav'rite meditation,

Endless bliss obtained

; When I commune with thee,

Thou art mine,- I am thine; As tho' before mine


May my whole demeanor I saw thee bodily ;

To thy name give honor. My faith this vivifies.

363.* 3 I look to Golgotha, For me I view thee languish,

THANKS to the Man of sorrows be," And melt like wax away

To Jesus Christ, who set us free Before thy pain and anguish;

From sin and death, when on the cross

He suffer'd to retrieve our loss;
By faith I see God's wrath
In what on thee did fall,

Had he not shed his blood our debt to The fountain too and bath



We still had been the devil's wretched For my offences all. 4 Most gracious God and Lord ! 2 O had not Jesus' blood been shed,

Life would a burden be indeed, Mankind's almighty Saviour !

No comfort could we ever find, Worthy to be ador'd

No By all both now and ever!

ray. of hope to cheer our mind;

But now on earth wemay enjoyhisgrace, Those souls are blest indeed Who thee embrace by faith,

And humbly hope in heav'n to see his As thou for us wast laid

face. Low in the dust of death.

3 Rise, brethren, we to all the earth

Our Lord's atonement will set forth, 5 In thee I trust by faith,

Will love our Master unto death, Jesus, my God and Saviour;

And humbly cleave to him by faith. On thy atoning death

Lord Jesus, be thou prais’d eternally, My soul shall feed for ever;

If there no Jesus were, what should Thy suffrings shall remain

we be! Deep on my heart imprest, Thou Son of God and man!

T. 146. Till I with thee shall rest.

WE sinners void of good,

Defila by sin and stained,

Yet bought with Jesus' blood,
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Who our salvation gained,
WHEN I Christ in spirit trace

As helpless, vile and poor, As the world's Creator,

Appear before his face, And regard the sinfulness

And humbly him adore Of my fallen nature;

For our blest lot of grace.



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2 When we thy mercy weigh,

How nails and scourges tore thee, Our debt immense to pay;

O LAMB once slain, my Lord and
We melt in tears before thee:

Thy pain, thy stripes and wounds, Thy bitter sufl'rings, death and blood

Thy death, thou slaughter'd Lamb, Remain my heart's confession;
Whence all our bliss redounds, Thee, the great Author of my frame,

Our grateful praises 'claim. Thankful I call the slaughter'd Lamb, 3 Eternal thanks be thine,

Thy love is past expression. Author of our salvation !

For joy-weep Thou didst our hearts incline,

O'er thy bloody-wounded budy, T'accept thy invitation;

For thy passion We are thy property,

Hath procur'd for me salvation, O may we thine abide;

2 Thy blood was shed for me, I know, This is our only plea,

For my redemption did it flow; That thou for us hast dy'd.

O sweetest consolation !

Now nothing in the world beside 365.*

Can make me truly satisfy'd,

But thy blood-bought salvation : THY blood, thy blood the deed hath There is--true bliss, wrought,

Virtue healing--all that's ailing, ; That won me for thee, Saviour;

Strength supplying
Else had I never on thee thought,

Life, altho'my flesh be dying.
Nor coine to thee for ever.
2 Tho' I'm a sinful creature still,
I have a full exemption

From serving since,sincethou didstquell O HAPPY hour! by faith I see
Its pow'r by thy redemption.

My suff'ring, dying Lord for me 3 I feel how much in debt I am,

Upon the cross outstretched; This makes me oft ashamed;

If from my view this should depart, Yet as thy purchase, slaughter'd Lamb, I then should feel a piercing smart, I am thro’grace esteemed.

Yea I should be most wretched :

But he knows me 4 O let me thee behold in faith, As thou for me wast wounded;

To be feeble, and not able

For a moment
And trust in thy atoning death,
Whereon my bliss is grounded.

To live without his atonement.

2 A sinner I, and full of blame; 5 Thy mercy ne'er from me remove; But“ Saviour” is his precious name; But under thy direction,

He nothing will deny me; Let me experience, while I live

His blood was shed for me, I know, On earth, thy kind protection.

Thence blessings in abundance flow, 6 May this each day be my employ, Nought else could.satisfy me.

'The fruits of thy blest passion My God !-thy blood Still more completely to enjoy, Still can wash me -and refresh me;

And taste thy great salvation.. It is cleansing, 7 Till I shall once behold thy face,

Pardon, life, and grace dispensing. In endless bliss and glory,

3 Therefore I'll ever view


God, And for the wonders of thy grace,

His body cover'd o'er with blood, With humble thanks adore thee. His soul with grief oppressed;

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