12. Thou Sinner-Church, value thy | 2. Eternal God Jefu, who flesh didst

Husband's great worth,

And in all thy members his praifes fet forth:

All beauties, not sprinkled, as dirt

ftill efteem,

And know of no Godhead bat only in Him. *

Unto us the myft'ry from ages concéal'd;

Made Blood the foundation, on which we now ftand,

And which we are laying in every land.

15.

+ Luke vii. `35.

O Father, whofe face we in Jefus
behold,

1 Preferve and blefs thy dear Son's
blood-fprinkled Fold;

Dear Mother, ftill cherish the Lamb's
ranfom'd fheep;
Dear Bridegroom, in thy wounds
thy other Self keep.

I.

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put on,,
Thy Anguish, thy Dying my paffions

have won :

Thou haft bore my forrows, I'm
heal'd by thy stripes;
I'm clean, for thy blood-ftream away
my filth wipes..

3. My High-prieft, my Lamb, my
Creator and God,

My King, and my Brother, my
Bridegroom thro' blood,
Friend, my Redeemer, my Heart,

My

and my

All!

At thy feet with holy fhame proftrate
I fall.

4. I greet and I kiss you, dear
Wounds of my Lord,

Ye prints in the Hands and Feet
once for us bor'd,
The wound on the eighth day, that
Gafh from the fpear,

Ye Thorn Scars, Stripes numberless,
you all are dear.

5. Hallelujah! my God my nature has try'd,

Some thirty Years liv'd he, then lamb-like he dy'd;

Hell's ramparts and walls now lie flat to the ground,

Th' old dragon does tremble and fly at Blood's found.

6. Break forth in his praises, ye

finner-hearts all,

And with all his ranfom'd ones at his
Feet fall;

Right value your Freedom, and fly
from fin's fhame,

•YE E all, who are wounded by Come give yourselves quite to your

pois'nous Sting,

Look up unto Jefus, and round his

feet cling;

Let blood trickle on you from his
pierced Heart,

This is all-fufficiens to foften your
Smart.

The Mother embrace you and give

you your food!

Be Children blood-thirfty, and nourifh'd by blood.

him;

Thou creature little,

Glory that thou to this Grace hast
Title.

2. Thou'rt the foul, towards whom
he hath burned,

Long before that thou to him hadft turned:

Thy love tears breaking, They are what is to his Heart moft taking.

3. Such poor people to the King are pleafing,

Who when his Gifts they're 'fore him confeffing,

Cry, they are wretched,

And on mere Grace lean to be enriched.

9. We above with joy fhall be o'er-
When our Cov'nant we renew before
flowing,
"him

In that Affembly,
Whofe ftate triumphant we figh for
humbly.

10. Inly beloved! we do own entire, That midst all our love's small sparks of fire,

This does us trouble,

4. Fall at his feet, and around them That th' Execution too oft is feeble.

wind thee,

Let him with his Love's fweet Fetters

bind thee,

Thy Ear pierce throughly;
For thou'rt for him born and deftin'd
wholly.

*Exod. xxi. 6.

11. Yet we're here to do thy Will,

wc eye it:

Wilt thou therefore our chief Longing quiet?

For thee prepare us; We're to profecute Love's course defirous.

But when out of thy op'ning

wounds,

Grace iffues ftrong and clear,
It kindles in the heart a flame,

Who art thou? who can well defcribe | 6.
Thy great and glorious Name?
And who are we, that we should take
This mighty talk in hand?
We all fo finful, bafe and vile:
Sure we must blushing stand.

::. And this indeed will come to pafs,
Seeing ourselves aright;
For none can find a stedfast ground
In his own fancy'd height:
But hence the spring of real joy,
When we believe this thing,
That none but Worms, but grains
of duft,

Can to thee Honour bring.

3. There haft thou us, moft gracious
King!

Our Heart's to thee faft bound;
Our knowledge yet extends not far,
O grant us deeper Ground:
That each beholder may with ease
Thy Likeness in us trace,
And throughout all our Lives difcern,
That we are led by grace.

4. Then, as thy pleasure is, exalt

Thyfelf before our eyes; So will the precious Word of life, (Which we fo highly prize, Which many thoufand hearts inflames,

Which is the finners peace,) Gain deeper footing in the World, And yield a ftrong Increase.

5. Thanks for thy facred precious

Blood

And causes Feeling there:
There's fomewhat in it foft and mild,
Yet full of Pow'r and might;
Something that finks exceeding deep,
But active day and night.
7. So are we properly prepar'd
To follow each Command;
To execute thy utmost Aim,

And in thy prefence ftand,
As Veffel's willing to be us'd;

Which in thy work delight, Wherein truth's off'rings fmoke and burn,

As Incenfe, day and night.
8. Hereto we chearful fay Amen!
This truth is most avow'd,
That we in Spirit, Body, Soul,

Are bound to ferve that GoD, Who touch'd, and drew, and woo'd our hearts,

And conquer'd' us by Love;
To him we have engag'd ourselves,
O may we faithful prove!

I.

YE

134.

E hands of love, once pierc'd
with nails,
Outstretch'd upon the Wood;
Ye hands, out of whofe holy wounds
Did flow th' attoning Blood;
How fweetly refts a weary Child,

When close embrac'd by you!
Let reafon fay whate'er it will,

'Tis yet for ever true.

z. For when the Law's tormenting
yoke

Does a poor heart molest,
And fills with reas'ning, doubts and

fears,

A troubled head and breaft,

Ard

7. And this, while here, will we" Since yet fo great is Jefu's Aim!"

He looketh not upon
What you can, or have done:
But fmiles, for him what you would
do;

You joy in what he did for you.

136.

1. Lamb! thou Sinners God

Who haft all creatures made, And haft, from love which knows no end,

For all a Ranfom paid!

2. That ransom makes us thine

again;

Ours we no more will be,
Thine we for ever will retain ;
Who'd not belong to thee!
3. "Tis true we're enemies of thine

By Nature, hard and proud;
Foes of the Love and pow'r divine,
Not willing to be bow'd:
4. But us, fuch as thy eye hath feen,

Us, thon God's flaughter'd Son,
Us, by thy Dying, us poor Men

Thou haft however won. 5. We lay ourselves before thy throne, And to thee gladly yield; Melted before thy Love fink down, Nor longer keep the field. 6. My choice, my Will, thou Lamb divine!

No more my own shall be ; Conquer'd by Blood, I'm no more mine,

But given quite to thee.

B

137.

Eloved Saviour, Prince of
Life,

To us thy Spirit give;
We pant to hear that facred Voice
Which bids poor finners live.

z. Open to us thofe living fprings,

Which from thy Wounds do flow: Dart down thy bright refreshing beams,

To us thy goodness.fhew.
3. "Tis thy defire to save the loft,
To eafe them of their pain!
Therefore we cry to thee, bleft Lamb,
Who for our fins waft flain.
4. O'er-ftream our fouls with thy
rich grace,

To us reveal thy Will;
O be thou our Immanuel,
Thy Work in us fulfil.

1.

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Trend, O Saviour, to our
pray's!

All things by thy appointment are;
Ruters and Laws derive from thee,
Order and publick Amity:
The World O govern for the best!
Saviour of all be thou confeft!
2. Thofe under fuff'ring always share
Thy tender providential Care :
Thou who on earth the fick did'ft
heal.
And to the
reveal;
fweet grace
poor
O comfort, by a Look from thee,
All who are now in Misery.
3. Look on the state of fouls and
Minds;

Remove what th' human spirit blinds;
Nearer and nearer draw us ftill,
Might all but know thy Heart and
will,

And ftubbornefs fink down, and pride
In love of Jefus crucify'd!

4. Keep thofe by thy moft gracious
Aid,

Who now have Thee their Refuge

made:

Grant that in all things free from

blame,

In meeknefs they may praise thy

Name:

Sweet