CXXXIII. With his Stripes we are healed. Ifa. liii. 5. ii. 24. I Pet. GRACIOUS Redeemer, how divine, How wond'rous is thy love! The subject of th' eternal fongs Of happy fouls above. 2 Join in the facred harmony, And praise the Lamb who on the tree, 3 He left his crown, he left his throne, 4 his was the torment, his the curfe, 5 Behold, how ev'ry wound of his, A precious balm diftils; Which heals the hurts that fin hath caus'd, With joy the finner fills. 6 We fee thy great falvation Lord, By faith, with great delight; O how O how refin'd the joys will be, CXXXIV. Chrift's Humiliation. and Glory. L' ET all who love the Saviour's name, 2 He kindly laid aside his crown, To bear our fins, and for us die.. 3 By dying Jefus pluck'd the fting Of death and rifing from the grave,, He triumph'd o'er the mighty king 4 Then to his heav'nly throne arofe, 5 All glory to his facred name; CXXXV. Praise for Redemption. 1 E faints, prepare a noble fong, Y Rife ev'ry heart, wake ev'ry tongue, 2 Shout all ye heav'n-born fons of light, 3 He caught us from the lion's paws, (In which by nature, all men are ;) He pluck'd us from the yawning jaws Of hell, the dungeon of dispair. 4 Children of wrath and hell were we, But now are made the heirs of heav'n : Hofanna to our Jefus be, By whom our fins are all forgiv'n. 5 Our fongs are here on earth begun, But louder fhall in heav'n refound; While ages infinite roll on, And Jefus reigns in glory crown'd. 6 Eternity! how vaft it is! Bright as the fun we then shall shine: There fhall we bask in beams of bliss, And fill'd with raptures all divine. CXXXVI. CXXXVI. Chrift's Interceffion. ARISE, may foul, arife, Shake-off thy guilty fears; My bleeding facrifice In my behalf appears. Before the throne, my furety ftands, 2 Five bleeding wounds he bears, 3 The Father hears him pray; His dear anointed one ; He cannot turn away The pleadings of his Son : His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 4 I now am reconcil'd; My Father's voice I hear; He owns me for his child, I need no longer fear: With confidence I now draw nigh, CXXXVII. At the Parting of Chriftian Friends. B LEST be the dear uniting love, Altho' our bodies fep'rate move, 5 While thus we walk with Chrift in light, Who fhall our fouls disjoin? Souls, which himself did firm unite, In fellowship divine. 6 We all are one who him receive, And each to each agree : In him the ONE, the TRUTH we live, Bleft point of unity! 7 Partakers |