May I for ever fafe abide
Within the wound of thy dear fide,
There meditate that wond'rous love,
Which brought thee from thy throne above.
5 My Jefus left his heav'ns, and came
To ranfom finners from their fhame,
That they might feel their fins forgiv❜n,
And find in him their peace and heav'n.
6 His
peace he to his children left,
When of his life he was bereft ;
When he was faften'd to the tree,
Those wounds did buy that peace
7 Lord! I am thine, then take me now,
Low at thy feet my foul I bow,
Afham'd that I no fooner ran,
To the Saviour of lost man.
EACH me yet more of thy bleft ways,
Thou flaughter'd Lamb of God!
And fix and root me in the grace
So dearly bought with blood.
2 O tell me often of each wound,
Of ev'ry smart and pain ;
And let my heart with joy confefs,
From hence comes all my gain.
For this, O may I fweetly count
Whate'er I have but lofs;
And ev'ry name and ev'ry thing,
Compar'd with this, but drofs.
4 Answer me, O thou gracious Lamb
Why didft thou die for me?
Me full of fin and void of worth!
The cause was all in thee!
5 Thy loving heart could never bear
To fee me bleeding lie,
To fee me fall a prey to death;
Thyself wouldst rather die.
6 Engrave this deeply on my mind
That I may in my fmall degree,
Return thy love again.
7 But who can pay that mighty debt,
Or equal love like thine ?
Thou wert, when forely wounded thus,
A perfon all divine."
8 O rather give me daily more,
More ev'ry hour to see,
That thou a bounteous giver art,
I must a debtor be.
AH Love come fweetly bind me
To thy fo pierced fide,
And evermore remind me,
That thou for me haft dy'd.
I beg to hear thy Spirit
Of this for ever preach;
That thy love, blood and merit,
May me obedience teach.
2 Thou know'st that my falvation
Is certain thro' thy love;
Yet ah! on each occafion
May I more faithful prove!
What's paft thou haft forgiven,
I will forget it too,
And forward run to heav'n,
Where I can better view.
3 Thy lovely wounds fo bleeding,
Thou know'ft they're my delight,
All sweetness far exceeding,
While they are in my fight:
O that I might but ever,
In this world's vale of tears,
Look towards thee and never
Involve myself in fears.
I feel thou'lt not forfake me,
Tho' I am much to blame;
O from this moment take me
To thee just as I am,
Again I here present me,
To thee! thou'lt not refuse;
Nor fhall it e'er repent me,
That fuch a Lord did chuse.
1 HOLY Lamb and Prince of peace,
Hear my foul implore thy grace;
Let it thro' thy pow'r divine,
In thy Lamb-like meekness fhine.
2 Grant, that faithfully I may
As a Lamb thy voice obey;
Soul and Body bought with price,
Be thy living facrifice.
3 Valiant, ftedfaft may my love
In the hardest trials prove;
And in all adverfity,
Both a lamb and lion be.
4 Keep thou me a feeble child,
Sober, watchful, undefil'd;
That where'er thy steps I fee,
Simply I may follow thee.
Who all th' hosts of hell o'ercame ;
Grant, that in thy blood I may
Conqueror be till thy great day.
6 When thou fhalt on Sion ftand,
I fhall be at thy right hand;
In thy God-like glory bright,
Thou my temple, thou my light.
my dear Heart, beloved Lamb!
What love have I poffeffed,
Since thou by thy dear crois's ftem
Me happily haft placed?
2 Thy blood, thy blood the deed has wrought, That won me to thee Saviour;
Elfe had I never on thee thought,
Nor come to thee for ever.
Scarce did I clear my mis'ry fee,
But blood was alfo named
By thy dear finner company,
Which all my foul enflamed.
4 My conquer'd heart was melted straight,
In floods of tears I fainted;
Heav'ns fortafte had I at thy feet,
And nothing more I wanted.
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