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4 Hark, O my soul, whatsing the choirs
347. T. 14. Around the glorious throne ?
AMAZING grace! (how sweet the Hark! " the Lamb slain” for evermore
sound!) Sounds in the sweetest tone; The elders therecast down theircrowns, I once was lost, but now am found,
That sav'd a wretch like me;
Was blind, but now. I see.
2 'Twas grace that taught my heart
to fear, 5 This, while on earth, we will declare
grace my fears reliev'd ; Cheerful in our degree,
How precious did that grace appear That thro’the blood of God's dear Lamb
The hour I first believ'd !
3 Thro'many dangers, toils and snares, Thy grace to us more sweet,
I am already come; Till we behold thy pierced side,
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And will lead me home. And worship at thy feet.
4 The Lord hath promis'd good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my Shield and Portion be
5 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And everlasting life to gain,
And mortal life shall cease,
348. T. 22.
My Saviour left his throne, and came 2 With all our errors and mistakes He bears, and loves us dearly ;
From guilt lost sinners to redeem, A contrite soul He ne'er forsakes,
That they might have their sins forgiv'n, That acteth but sincerely,
And find in him their peace and heav'n. When the whole heart to him is giv'n 2 Daily may I from thee receive We have a foretaste here of heav'n, That
the world can never give, In fellowship with Jesus.
Since Jesus on the cross's tree 3 When we have fail'd and deeply
By death procur’d that peace for me.
3 Lord, I am thine, () take me now, That we the Spirit grieved,
I in the dust before thee bow, And to our Lord for comfort turn,
Asham'd, that I no sooner ran We quickly are relieved :
To thee the Saviour of lost man. Whene'er we say, with humble shame,
T. “ Lord Jesus, I have been to blame,'
4. He saith, “Thou art forgiven." DEAR Lord, when I trace
The offers of grace 4 As pardon'd sinners we rejoice, With Jesus' congregation;
Received from thee,-Thy drawings of Above all other things we prize
love from my first infancy; His bitler death and passion;
2 I fall at thy feet; His wounds, histears and bloody sweat, Thy mercy's so great, We bear in mind, and can't forget I'm lost in amaze :-Thy love and for. His unexampled merey.
bearance all thoughts far surpass. P
3 I now wish to be
351.* T. 83. Devoted to thee, Who for me hast dy'd-Grant that I
O REJOICE, Christ's happy sheep! may serve thee, and in thee abide. For your Shepherd will for ever
You, his flock in safety keep;
You are objects of his favor : 350.* T, 228.
Only fast unto him cleave,
You he'll ne'er forsake nor leave.
352.* May I for evermore abide
faithful Friend! A member of his chosen bride, Upon whose mercy I depend;
And live unto his pleasure; Than ought in earthor heav'n more dear; Oh! I-have joy,
My Paschal Lamb from
year At the favor-that
Saviour My Shield, my Rock, my Polar-star, Here already Join'd me to the church his body.' Thou art my God, and ever shalt abide!
XX. Of Thankfulness of the Heart for Jesus' Incarnation
4 Ah remain :ll
“Ah remain our highest Good !
In our hearts, dear suff’ring Saviour,
This will rule our whole behavior, THANKS and praise, :11:
Us with love inspire, till we shall be, Jesus, unto thee are due;
Lord, with thee. : 11:
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!) 2 For thy death:11:
Tune ev'ry heart and tongue. Thou art worthy, Lamb of God, 2 His love what angel's thought can That our lives and whole demeanor
reach? Praise thee, yea each drop of blood What mortal's tongue display? Be devoted to thy honor,
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 :Il:
Left the bright realms of bliss, Are the blessings we derive
And came on earth to bleed and die! From the fulness of our Saviour !
Was ever love like this! They who him by faith receive, 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay And desire to taste his favor,
Our humble thanks to thee, From this source may freely take always May ev'ry heart with rapture say: Grace for grace. :ll:
• 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.
358.* 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 suffʻrings, tears, and Praise him for his incarnation, cries,
Human life and bitter passion,
And adore his saving name.
T. 590. 3 Thanks for thy thirst, O Prince of WHAT strikes, O wounded Lamb of peace,
God, When hanging on the tree; My soul so sensibly? What a divine refreshment this 'Tis when I view the fervent love, To souls athirst for thee!
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 : 2 Thou to purchase our salvation I'm lost in wonder and amaze, Didst assume humanity;
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, T. 244.
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 floods of bitter tears, Thou know'st, O Lord, what pain it Sinking beneath the burden; How grievously it wounds;
I hear his anxious 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' his pores in anguish, And in those clefts abide.
The blood-sweat forc'd its way. 6 O thou, who to redeem
soul Didst on the cross expire,
4 I fully am assured
My Saviour loveth me, Grant I may love thee in return,
By all he hath endured Be this my fix'd desire :
In his great agony; Henceforth no more to cherish self,
His back plough'd o'er with furrows, But to thy praise to live,
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 engravid
I could not bear to live. Deep in my heart's recess; 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 Grant that each sheep within thy fold A bleeding sacrifice;
Thy seal impress'd may bear, Once of his heav'nly glory Until thou, at the judgment day, I shall obtain a sight; In glory shalt appear.
But here, his suff'ring beauty
Remains my chief delight.
7 What undeserved favor
Hath Jesus to me shown!
Might I recline for ever
Ŭpon his breast, like John.
Tis my heart's inclination,
Like Mary, oft to sit,
Until my consummation,
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
My soul, and badst me live: In all his bitter passion,
With inward spirit's ardor,
thank thee for thy grace ; He bare my condemnation,
Thyself this heav'nly fervor
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
Of our lovely Saviour; My soul by blood regained :
Him our highest Good to know,
Be our whole endeavour;
We're unclean,-full of sin,
But the stripes of Jesus
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.
2 O had not Jesus' blood been shed, 4 Most gracious God and Lord !
Life would a burden be indeed,
No comfort could we ever find,
ray of hope to cheer our mind; Those souls are blest indeed
But now on earth wemayenjoyhisgrace, 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,
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 suff'rings 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,
Defil'd by sin and stained,
Yet bought with Jesus' blood,
Who our salvation gained, WHEN I Christ in spirit trace As helpless, vile and poor, As the world's Creator,
Appear before his face, And regard the sinfulness
And humbly him adore fallen nature;
For our blest lot of grace.