Poor Duft as I am, 2. His shame to all will be display'd, | 8. Perhaps for his Name, Some Works I fhall finish with glad happy they, Shall in his dear Breaft, As at the Beginning, find Pardon 10. And when I'm to die, Who to the bleeding Wounds have" Receive me," I'll cry, found their Way. the glad Day. 5. No Mortal doth know What Light, Strength and Comfort: 6. Lo! onward I move, 7. Great Spoils I fhall win From Death, Hell, and Sin; For Jefus hath lov'd me, I cannot 11. But this I do find, He'll not live in Glory and leave 12. Lo this is the Race 13. And now I'm in Care, 14. In Bondage, O why, When one here affures you, Free 1. 43. AMB, Lamb, O Lamb, Sin- 'Midft outward Afflictions, fhall feel I'm Thine, becaufe Thou diedft Chrift within. for me. Cc 3 ་ 8. Can any find the smallest Curfe, G Or debt, from which I'm not fet free? No, there's not one: For all was paid, And finish'd, when he dy'd for me. Enjoy this Happiness? I'll fay; When Heav'n and Earth away fhall It flands fecure upon his Word 11. Now fhould one afk, Can no Have Part in this great Mystery? RACE! how good, how cheap, In the Saviour's Blood be drown'd! Never, till my Suit's obtain'd, "Never, till the Bleffing's gain'd." 45. Mas lich lona in funden welzte. M Any, who under Sin were fold, Now at Love's Throne are proftrate laid;、 Many, by Nature numb and cold, Now Now Thy warm gracious Influence | 3. Fix on that Face thine Eye; Why dost thou backward fhrink ? What a base Rebel thou hast been know, Of thy dear Blood the Power prove; Which melts their Hearts, and makes them flow, And kindly take the Form of Love. I. 46. To Chrift, thou now dost think. 4. Fear not; for this is He Who always loves us first, And with white Robes of Righteoufnefs Delights to deck the worst. Would you be well all over? 5. Or art thou at a Lo Then go to Jefus And let his Blood you cover: 2. By being griev'd and vexed By Chriff's all-faving Blood. a Lofs What thou to Him fhalt say? Be but fincere, and all thy Cafe Juft as it is difplay. 6. That Heart our Saviour loves, Which does not ftrive to weave Pretences fair, to footh itself, And his fharp Eyes deceive. I. B 48. Ehold the loving Son of God Stretch'd out upon the tree, Behold him shedding forth his Blood For all of you and me. 2. O what a Mystery is this! The nail'd Immanuel view: How hath he left his Realms of Blifs To bleed for me and you! 3. Why is his body rack'd with pains, And wrung with keeneft Smart, Why flows the Blood from out his Veins, Why torn with Grief his Heart? 4. All Righteousness did he fulfil, No Sin did ever know, He never thought nor acted ill; Why was He wounded fo? 5. Alas! I know the Reason why : Our num'rous Sins He bore, This caus'd his bitter Agony, This wounded him fo fore. 6. But hence our Confidence begins For we may boldly fay, That thus, by bearing all our Sins, He took them all away. I. Inners! Saviour fee, 4. They who fearch their hearts with care, And the Blame their own confefs, In the Lamb may have their share, To his wounds have free access: They that have been most in debt, 'Mongst the chiefeft Sinners fet, Ne'er forget their kind Release, Best can relish pard'ning Grace. 5. Cover'd with a holy Shame, Pardon'd Criminals remain : Yet their freedom they proclaim, Their Adoption they maintain. Trufting in our righteousness, Scarce does that begin to cease, Ceases the tormenting ftrife, All within is Peace and Life. 6. Are form'd a Creature new? Have you prov'd the Cleanfer's art? Can you Chrift in spirit view, you Purified thro' Faith your heart? Sands, mer, he, vodene Rife, to meet the Bridegroom go, ples view; See him bleeding on the tree, See his Heart on fire for you! View a while, then hafte away, Find a thousand more, and say: Come, ye Sinners! come with me, View him bleeding on the Tree. 2. Who would still fuch Mercy grieve? Dear fouls! hear inftruction mild, Doubt no more, but now believe, Each become a fimple Child; Artful doubts and reafonings be Nail'd with Jefus to the tree; Souls who truly fimple are, Surely fhall the Bleffing fhare. 3. Thro' his poverty, ye poor! All may quickly richer be; That throws wide Heav'n's Mercydoor, Grace's Treafuries makes free ; Here fecurely take who will, Each poor finner take his fill, Rich in Grace hereby commence, Blush no more for Indigence. Mingle with the Virgin-Row; 7. These move on the narrow Way, Watchful, chearful, free from toil, Trim their Lamps from day to day, Adding ftill recruits of oil: Doubly does the Spirit reft On that happy peaceful breast, Who himself to Praying gives, Who a Life of Watching lives. 8. Up, go forth to meet the Lamb, Sleep and flumber far depart ! Let your lamps be all on flame, Want of oil will wound the heart. Gracious Scepter of our King! Thee we touch, and Thee we fing, Under Thy propitious fway Live we, grow we ev'ry Day. 9. Here we learn with inward fhame, How delightful 'tis and fweet, Thee to ferve, O gracious Lamb! Willingly thy Love to meet. Ours Muft ftill be cherish'd in the foul. HE Lamb to know, For Love to him, And nought fo much t'esteem, 2. Each foul knows how her Lord And lovely Man; this is the plan to please: No Methods need that man be told, Of ev'ry one, Who is his Flesh and Bone. Who ftrongly to the mark doth prefs, 2. His Body is fo full of bliss And can this one conviction hold; From ferving Chrift, he may fuppofe And Merit too, When I it's Parts run thro'! First, his dear Head with thorn Quite fore the Back, all blue and black: Then he receives a stroke, Thence flows a flood. My Lord and God! I love thee and adore. 4. The Spirit's found knows to ex- Of Circumcifion's wound. In vain ; Each drop of Blood that from him flow'd, And ev'ry Bruife |