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And taking up his room,
But grace and truth by Jesus' name. 2 My Lord a priest is made,
As sware the mighty God,
A priel, as was Melchizedek. 3 He once temptations knew,
Of ev'ry fort and kind,
Like us, and then for us he died. 4 He dies, but lives again,
And by the altar stands ;
Of us, who have tranfgrefsd his laws. 5
I other Priests disclaim,
CXXXVIII. C.M.. [watts.]
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.
He knows qur feeble frame ;
For he has felt the same.
The great Redeemer ftoad,
And did refift so blood.
Pour'd out his cries and tears,
What ev'ry member bears.
But raise it to a flame :
Nor fcorns the meanest name.
His mercy and his pow'r,
Seeker and Saviour of the loft.
Of Adam's guilty race.
Of wretchedness, or woe,
Precluded, Lord, thy boundless love,
To helpless man below.
Didit thou, O Chrift, descend ;
Of his almighty friend.
The seeker, Saviour, laud ;
And praise the loving God.
Sinner's Friend. ! YE children of my God,
Ye dear, peculiar race, Who're wash'd in Jesus' blood, And fav’d, thro? faith by grace.. Attend and join ta tell his fame,
Whom John the baptist call’d the Lambe 2 From all eternityrer
He lov'd the finner's train
With all his garments rollid in blood.
He thought upon us, when
And bare it, that lie might us fave.
His foes he loves, and cries, Believe ye in my name, Lift up, ye loft, your eyes ;, Behold me, and you yet shall live, I freely will falvation give. HYMN CXLI. [ADDISON'S PSA. 23.)
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
And all my midnight hours defend.
Or on the thirsty mountains pant,
Amid the verdant landscape flow... 3 Tho' in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
4 Tho'in a bare and rugged way,
Thro' devious Jonely wilds I stray,
Son of Man.
WAKE my soul, arise,”
Review salvation's plan : Behold all nature's fov'reign Lord
The Son, the Son of Man.
That God is love supreme?
In full resplendence beam. 3. Will Jesus'e'er deny,
This title which he wear's ?'
The name of Man he bears.
To God, to Man, in one :
Unchangeable. · HERE shall no trouble or dismay
Reach us, nor want, nor sin, nor shame, For Chrift to day and yesterday, And to eternity's the same.