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3 I now wish to be
351.* T. 83. Devoted to thee,
O REJOICE, Christ's happy sheep!
Shepherd will for ever
You are objects of his favor : 350.
Only fast unto him cleave,
You he'll ne'er forsake nor leave.
My All in all, my faithful Friend! A member of his chosen bride, Upon whose mercy I depend;
And live unto his pleasure; Thanought in earth or heav'nmoredear; Oh! 1-have joy,
My Paschal Lamb from
year to year ; At the favor-that
Saviour My Shield, my Rock, my Polar-star,
XX, Of Thankfulness of the Heart for Jesus' Incarnation
4 Ah remain :il:
In our hearts, dear suff'ring Saviour,
Shed thy dying love abroad;
This will rule our whole behavior, THANKS and praise, :||:
Us with love inspire, till we shall be,
Lord, with thee. :11:
354, T. 14. From thy human life and passion ;
To our Redeemer's glorious name May our hearts and lips with one accord
Awake the sacred song! Praise thee, Lord ! :11:
O may his love (immortal flame !)
Tune ev'ry heart and tongue.
Imagination's utmost stretch And our souls uninterruptedly
In wonder dies away. Cleave to thee. :ll:
3 He left his radiant throne on high, 3 O how great : //
Left the bright realms of bliss, Are the blessings we derive
And came on earth to bleed and die!
Was ever love like this!
Our humble thanks to thee,
• The Saviour dy'd for me."
5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme (For us he man became, Fill ev'ry heart and tongue,
And still abides the same; Till strangers love thy charming name, To make us all one spirit And join the sacred song.
With him, is his blest aim. 355.*
T. 155. O JESUS, for thy matchless love,
ANGELS, principalities, Accept our warmest praise ;
Thrones and pow'rs in heav'nly places, Since thou didst leave thy throneabove, Worship Jesus, To save a sinful race.
As the Author of their frame;
We with them 2 Thanks for thy suff’rings, tears, and Praise him for his incarnation, cries,
Human life and bitter passion, And groans in thy distress;
And adore his saving name. The source of never-fading joys,
And endless happiness. 3 Thanks for thy thirst, O Prince of WHAT strikes, O wounded Lamb of peace,
My soul so sensibly?
That urged thee to die; 4 Thanks for thy last heart-piercing cry; And feel that from thy precious blood, And meritorious death :
So freely shed for me, Grant we may all on thee rely;
Flows all my happiness in time, And live a life of faith.
And in eternity.
2 This grace, as long as life shall last, 356. T. 167.
I humbly will proclaim;
Who dust and ashes am:
Come with thanks before his face : Eras'd it ne'er shall be,
Thou hast redeemed me.
3 Thy mercy may I ne'er forget,
While here below I stay:
When I thy goodness weigh, Jesus, for thy bitter passion,
That I, poor sinner, am become May we ever thankful be:
A child of thine, thro' grace, Filld with awe, and humbly bowing, And being thine, a joyful heir
At thy feet we prostrate fall, Of ceaseless happiness. Gratefully this truth avowing,
4. With contrite tears I thee adore, That thou art our All in all.
And thank for mercy
free; I'll in my walk show forth thy praise,
Ev'n in my small degree: REDEEMED congregation,
If thou support me with thy aid, Extol with one accord
As my most gracious Lord ; The God of our salvation,
Th' imperfect service which I yield, Sing praises to the Lord :
Will joy to thee afford.
5 Whenever my
frail nature swerves 3 I see him in the garden Beyond the proper bounds, (gives, Shed foods of bitter tears, Thou know'st, O Lord, what pain it Sinking beneath the burden; How grievously it wounds;
I hear his ansious pray'rs; With eager
haste I therefore flee, I see him pine and languish, And safely wish to hide
As on the ground he lay, Within thy wounds, O God my Rock, Till, thro' hîs pores.in anguish, And in those clefts abide.
The blood-sweat forc'd its way. 6 O thou, who to redeem my soul Didst on the cross expire,
4 I fully am assured Grant I may love thee in return,
My Saviour loveth me,
By all he hath endured
In his great agony;
His back plough'd o'er with furrows,
His side pierc'd with a spear, Who lovedst me, and out of love
And unexampled sorrows, Thyself for me didst give.
His boundless love declare. 7 Thy suff'rings then, and bitter death,
My heart shall e'er retain; 5 My fav'rite theme is Jesus, And earnestly I'll shun thro' grace,
All else I count but loss; All that which gives thee pain;
His love all thought surpasses, For nothing now which this vain world Ah, view him on the cross! Can offer or devise,
Thence hope and consolation Can yield me any further joy,
I freely can derive; Nought but my ransom price.
Were he not
my salvation, 8 For ever then remain engrav'd
I could not bear to live.
6 Near Jesus' cross I tarry, Thee whom I wish to love in truth, On him I fix mine eyes, O may my mouth confess :
Behold him spent and weary
A bleeding sacrifice;
But here, his suff'ring beauty
Remains my chief delight.
7 What undeserved favor Gives up his life and blood, Hath Jesus to me shown! Thee to restore to favor,
Might I recline for ever And reconcile to God;
Upon his breast, like John. Thy ev'ry pain he eases,
Tis my heart's inclination, In him thou find'st relief,
Like Mary, oft to sit, Rise then, and sing his praises,
my consuńmation, Who turns to joy thy grief,
Lord, at thy pierced feet. 2 How is my soul delighted,
8 In my forlorn condition Tho'shame o'erspreads my face, Thou, Lord, didst me receive, When I, by faith excited,
Thou savedst from perdition The Lamb of God can trace,
My soul, and badst me live:. In all his bitter passion,
With inward spirit's ardor, Till dying on the tree!
I thank thee for thy grace ; He bare my condemnation,
Thyself this heav'nly fervor And gained life for me.
Of love to thee increase!
361. T. 146. I revere-him with fear:
But his expiration
Yields me consolation.
2 Heart-reviving is the view My soul by blood regained:
Of our lovely Saviour;
Him our highest Good to know,
Be our whole endeavour;
We're unclean,-full of sin,
But the stripes of Jesus Yet take it in good part.
Heal all our diseases. 2 Jesus, thy dying love
3 Lamb of God, all praise to thee! And thy blood-bought salvation, Thou hast vict'ry gained, By day and night shall prove
And upon the cross for me. My fav'rite meditation,
Endless bliss obtained
; When I commune with thee,
Thou art mine,- I am thine; As tho' before mine
May my whole demeanor I saw thee bodily ;
To thy name give honor. My faith this vivifies.
363.* 3 I look to Golgotha, For me I view thee languish,
THANKS to the Man of sorrows be," And melt like wax away
To Jesus Christ, who set us free Before thy pain and anguish;
From sin and death, when on the cross
He suffer'd to retrieve our loss;
Had he not shed his blood our debt to The fountain too and bath
We still had been the devil's wretched For my offences all. 4 Most gracious God and Lord ! 2 O had not Jesus' blood been shed,
Life would a burden be indeed, Mankind's almighty Saviour !
No comfort could we ever find, Worthy to be ador'd
No By all both now and ever!
ray. of hope to cheer our mind;
But now on earth wemay enjoyhisgrace, Those souls are blest indeed Who thee embrace by faith,
And humbly hope in heav'n to see his As thou for us wast laid
face. Low in the dust of death.
3 Rise, brethren, we to all the earth
Our Lord's atonement will set forth, 5 In thee I trust by faith,
Will love our Master unto death, Jesus, my God and Saviour;
And humbly cleave to him by faith. On thy atoning death
Lord Jesus, be thou prais’d eternally, My soul shall feed for ever;
If there no Jesus were, what should Thy suffrings shall remain
we be! Deep on my heart imprest, Thou Son of God and man!
T. 146. Till I with thee shall rest.
WE sinners void of good,
Defila by sin and stained,
Yet bought with Jesus' blood,
Who our salvation gained,
As helpless, vile and poor, As the world's Creator,
Appear before his face, And regard the sinfulness
And humbly him adore Of my fallen nature;
For our blest lot of grace.
2 When we thy mercy weigh,
How nails and scourges tore thee, Our debt immense to pay;
O LAMB once slain, my Lord and
Thy death, thou slaughter'd Lamb, Remain my heart's confession;
Our grateful praises 'claim. Thankful I call the slaughter'd Lamb, 3 Eternal thanks be thine,
Thy love is past expression. Author of our salvation !
For joy-weep Thou didst our hearts incline,
O'er thy bloody-wounded budy, T'accept thy invitation;
For thy passion We are thy property,
Hath procur'd for me salvation, O may we thine abide;
2 Thy blood was shed for me, I know, This is our only plea,
For my redemption did it flow; That thou for us hast dy'd.
O sweetest consolation !
Now nothing in the world beside 365.*
Can make me truly satisfy'd,
But thy blood-bought salvation : THY blood, thy blood the deed hath There is--true bliss, wrought,
Virtue healing--all that's ailing, ; That won me for thee, Saviour;
Life, altho'my flesh be dying.
My suff'ring, dying Lord for me 3 I feel how much in debt I am,
Upon the cross outstretched; This makes me oft ashamed;
If from my view this should depart, Yet as thy purchase, slaughter'd Lamb, I then should feel a piercing smart, I am thro’grace esteemed.
Yea I should be most wretched :
But he knows me 4 O let me thee behold in faith, As thou for me wast wounded;
To be feeble, and not able
For a moment
To live without his atonement.
2 A sinner I, and full of blame; 5 Thy mercy ne'er from me remove; But“ Saviour” is his precious name; But under thy direction,
He nothing will deny me; Let me experience, while I live
His blood was shed for me, I know, On earth, thy kind protection.
Thence blessings in abundance flow, 6 May this each day be my employ, Nought else could.satisfy me.
'The fruits of thy blest passion My God !-thy blood Still more completely to enjoy, Still can wash me -and refresh me;
And taste thy great salvation.. It is cleansing, 7 Till I shall once behold thy face,
Pardon, life, and grace dispensing. In endless bliss and glory,
3 Therefore I'll ever view
God, And for the wonders of thy grace,
His body cover'd o'er with blood, With humble thanks adore thee. His soul with grief oppressed;