CXXXIII. With his Stripes we are healed. Ifa. liii. 5.

ii. 24.

I Pet.

GRACIOUS Redeemer, how divine,

How wond'rous is thy love!

The subject of th' eternal fongs

Of happy fouls above.

2 Join in the facred harmony,
Ye happy faints below;

And praise the Lamb who on the tree,
His facred head did bow.

3 He left his crown, he left his throne,
By his great Father's fide;
Wore thorns, fuftain'd a heavy crofs,
Was fcourg'd and crucify'd.

4 his was the torment, his the curfe,
Tho' all tho guilt was ours:
To cleanse us from our vileft fins,
His vital blood he pours.

5

Behold, how ev'ry wound of his,

A precious balm diftils;

Which heals the hurts that fin hath caus'd,

With joy the finner fills.

6 We fee thy great falvation Lord,

By faith, with great delight;

O how

O how refin'd the joys will be,
When faith is turn'd to fight!

CXXXIV. Chrift's Humiliation. and Glory.

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ET all who love the Saviour's name,
The Saviour, full of truth and grace;
In fongs of triumph spread his fame,
In ev'ry age, in ev'ry place.

2 He kindly laid aside his crown,
And robes of awful majesty ;
And came to take a fervant's form,

To bear our fins, and for us die..

3 By dying Jefus pluck'd the fting

Of death and rifing from the grave,,

He triumph'd o'er the mighty king
Of terrors, as his captive slave.

4 Then to his heav'nly throne arofe,
Whence he'll defcend again to be
Throughout the world ador'd and prais'd
By ev'ry tongue, and ev'ry knee.

5 All glory to his facred name;
Let ev'ry tongue exalt his praise ;
And heav'n, and earth aloud proclaim
His fov'reign, faving, boundless grace.

CXXXV. Praise for Redemption.

1 E faints, prepare a noble fong,
Of praise to your Redeemer's name ;

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Rife ev'ry heart, wake ev'ry tongue,
And all his wondrous love proclaim.

2 Shout all ye heav'n-born fons of light,
With angel-hofts above confpire,
To praise that wisdom, grace and night,
That fav'd you from eternal fire.

3 He caught us from the lion's paws, (In which by nature, all men are ;) He pluck'd us from the yawning jaws Of hell, the dungeon of dispair.

4

Children of wrath and hell were we, But now are made the heirs of heav'n : Hofanna to our Jefus be,

By whom our fins are all forgiv'n.

5 Our fongs are here on earth begun, But louder fhall in heav'n refound; While ages infinite roll on,

And Jefus reigns in glory crown'd.

6 Eternity! how vaft it is!

Bright as the fun we then shall shine: There fhall we bask in beams of bliss,

And fill'd with raptures all divine.

CXXXVI.

CXXXVI. Chrift's Interceffion.

ARISE, may foul, arife,

Shake-off thy guilty fears;

My bleeding facrifice

In my behalf appears.

Before the throne, my furety ftands,
My name is written on his hands.

2 Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Receiv'd on Calvary ;
They pour effectual pray❜rs,
And strongly plead for me.
"Forgive him, O! forgive," they cry,
"Nor let the ranfom'd finner die."

3 The Father hears him pray; His dear anointed one ;

He cannot turn away

The pleadings of his Son :

His Spirit answers to the blood,

And tells me I am born of God.

4

I now am reconcil'd;

My Father's voice I hear;

He owns me for his child,

I need no longer fear:

With confidence I now draw nigh,
And father, abba father, cry.

CXXXVII. At the Parting of Chriftian Friends.

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LEST be the dear uniting love,
That would not let us part;

Altho' our bodies fep'rate move,
Still we are join'd in heart.

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While thus we walk with Chrift in light,

Who fhall our fouls disjoin?

Souls, which himself did firm unite,

In fellowship divine.

6 We all are one who him receive,

And each to each agree :

In him the ONE, the TRUTH we live,

Bleft point of unity!

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