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He's precious, as the God of grace,
Dispens'd to sinners, free;

And, as the Lord our Righteousness,
Jehovah's Fellow he.

He's precious in his bloody hue,
In all his suff'ring form,
To give the holy law its due,
And save a guilty worm.

He's precious as a King to rule;
We own his sov'reign sway;
As Wisdom, to instruct the fool
That's found in Zion's way.
When law and terrors round me press,
He's precious then to me; 1
My Law-fulfilling Righteousness
Of God, made sin to be.

He's precious in his pow'rful blood,
A Priest of great renown,
To claim forgiveness with our God,
And send his Spirit down.

268. No Admission of Works, nor Rejec-
tion of Sinners. 104th.
FREE grace is my theme,

And Jesus my Lord,
By glorify'd saints

And seraphs ador'd;
My soul's Great Salvation,
Who bled to redeem;
Throughout the creation,
There's nothing like Him.

As sheep from the fold,
I wander'd from God,
Was under sin sold,
A stranger to blood:
Could God, and his threat'nings,
With boldness defy;
Yet now, by the blood of
The cov'nant, brought nigh.

I've nothing to boast,
Without or within,
A worm of the dust,
Polluted by sin;
Yet glory to Jesus,
My sin-bearing Lamb,
For 'tis of his goodness
I am what I am.

Transgressor's my name,
My sins I'll confess,
With sorrow and shame;
Yet him will I bless,
Who once for transgressors
Expir'd on the tree,
Made Wisdom and Righteousness,

Ev'n unto me.

In deed, word, or thought,
I always offend,
And therefore have nought
Whereon to depend;
Yet, wrapp'd in that vesture
Which Jesus hath wove,
My soul, without blame,

Stands before him in love.

No longer my own
I count myself now,
But low at his throne,
A sinner, I bow:
My sins and my sorrows,
Before him I'll spread,
And place, with rejoicing,
The crown on his head.

269. The Testimony of Jesus, the Spirit of Prophecy. 7%.

JESUS, Heav'n's supreme delight,
Now enthron'd in glory bright;
Fount of light, and love supreme,
Ev'ry prophet's darling theme.
Adam, offspring of the dust,
Saw him in the promise first;
Saw the tempter, routed, spoil'd,
Ruin'd, and for ever foil'd.
Abel, thro' his blood and pain,
Did with God acceptance gain:
While from off, the victims cry,
Faith to Jesus turn'd his eye.
"Twas with him, as we are told,
Enoch walk'd in days of old,
Saw him in the flaming skies,
With his saints to judgments rise.
Moses in the bush on flame,
Saw him, blessings on his name!
Good old Jacob did as well
Of our Jesus long foretell.

In his death, Isaiah saw
Honours plac'd upon the law,
Jots and tittles all obey'd,
Ev'ry utmost farthing paid.
Daniel, ere his weeks pass'd by,
Saw the great Messiah die;
Justice, Mercy, Truth, and Grace,
Kiss with joy each other's face.
David heard the chorus loud,

Sung by all th' angelic crowd;
Lift up, lift! he heard them cry,
O ye gates, your heads on high.
One beheld a fountain wide,
Open'd in his sacred side;
Israel's sin to wash away,
Deeper than th' unfathom'd sea.
Paul proclaim'd his bleeding cross,
Counted all besides as dross;
John beheld his glory too,
Sinners, full of grace for you.
Thus on each prophetic tongue,
Jesus was the sweetest song;
Saints, your loud hosannas raise,
Sing his everlasting praisè.

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270. A Caution to Professors. L. M. NOT words alone it cost the Lord

To purchase pardon for his own, Nor will a soul by grace restor❜d

Return the Saviour words alone.

With golden belts the priestly vest,
And rich pomegranates border'd round,
The need of holiness express'd,

And call'd for fruit as well as sound.
Easy indeed it were to reach

A mansion in the courts above, If swelling words, and fluent speech, Might serve instead of faith and love. But none shall gain the blissful place, Or God's unclouded glory see, Who talks of free and sov'reign grace, Unless that grace has made him free.

271. Light shining out of Darkness. C. M.
GOD moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform,

He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sov'reign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace,
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.


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