CCXXIV. The Universal Rule The of Equity. Matt. vii. 12. 'B LESSED Redeemer, how divine, How righteous is this rule of thine! "Never to deal with others worse. "Than we would have them deal with us." 2 This golden leffon, fhort and plain, 3 'Tis written in each mortal breast, 4 Is reafon ever at a lofs? Call in felf-love to judge the cause 4 How bleft would ev'ry nation prove, All would be friends, without a foe, CCXXV. CCXXV. 'H The Atonement of Chrift. OW is our nature spoil'd by fin! Yet nature ne'er hath found The way to make the confcience clean, Or heal the painful wound. 2. In vain we seek for peace with God, Jefus, there's nothing but thy blood, 3 The threat'nings of thy broken law If God his fword of vengeance draw. But thy illuftrious facrifice Hath anfwer'd thefe demands; And peace, and pardon, from the skies, 5 Here all the antient types agree; The altar and the lamb : And prophets, in their vifions, fee, Salvation thro' his name. 6 'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord: 'Tis on thy cross we reft: For ever be thy love ador'd, CCXXVI. W HERE fhall the guilty confcience go To find a fure relief? Can bleeding bulls or goats beftow A balm to eafe my grief? 2 Will popib rites and penances 3 God, the great God, who rules the skies, 4 O never let my thoughts renounce Where vilest crimes are cleans'd at once, 5 Here reft my faith, and ne'er remove : Here let repentance rife; While I behold his bleeding love, His dying agonies. 6 With shame and forrow here I own This is my way t' approach the throne, CCXXVII. CCXXVII. Chrifts Atonement improved. 'L ORD, didft thou fend thy fon to die, And shall thy mercy not impart The Spirit to renew my heart. 2 Lord, haft thou wash'd my garments clean, 3 ; Shall I not bear Father's rod 4 Why fhould I dread my dying day, 5 O, rather let me wish and cry, "When shall my foul get loofe, and fly 6 I shall behold his glories there; CCXXVIII. CCXXVIII The Chriftian's Treasure. I Cor. iii. 21, 22. HO OW vaft the treasure we poffefs! 2 Paul is our teacher; while he speaks, 3 Cephas is ours; he makes us feel The fpringing corn, the ftately wood, 5 The fun rolls round, to make our day : 6 O glorious portion of the faints! Let faith fupprefs our fore complaints: CCXXIX. |