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Ransom. “I COME,” the great
Redeemer cries, “ A year of freedom to declare ; From debts and bondage to discharge ; And Jews and Greeks the grace Thall share : 2 A day of vengeance I proclaim ;
But not on man storm shall fall ;
Jesus has di’d that we might live :
Could fo divine a ransom give.
And for our lives, laid down his own,
HYMN LIV. c. M. [FOHN RELLE.]
behold your dying God, Take refuge in his name ; Come wash your robes white in the blood Of Christ, the slaughter'd Lamb. 2 Now welcome all who come to God,
In Christ, the Saviour's name ;
Di’d, rose again, and lives for you,
Then would you prize the Lamb.
When he from heav'n came,
Behold the holy Lamb. 5
How rich the blood which once did flow!
And hail thee, lovely Lamb.
We'll ever sing thy fame ;
The Lord our Righteousness.
My beauty are, my glorious dress ;
To claim my mansion in the skies ;
Jesus hath liv'd, hatli did for me." 3
Bold fall-1 stand in that great day ;
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.: 4 Thus Abraham the friend of God,
Thus all the armies bought with blood,
Saviour offioners thee proclaim ;
of Christ is ever new.
This land with drought accurs'd ; Rivers of living waters flow
In thee, to quench our thirst.
By sin, a defart made :
Has no refreshing shade.
Thy shadow very great ;
Find a divine retreat.
From which no part was free ;
Dear, glorious man, in thee. 5 In théd we now have found
Whate'er we lost, and more ;
Than fin had done before,
Thy glories ever shine:
All our salvation, hope, and joy,
HYMN LVII. L. M. [WATTS' PSALM 40.]
Sacrifice. 1 THE wonders, Lord, thy love has wro't,
Exceed our praise, surmount our tho't, Should I attempt the long detail,
My speech would faint, my numbers fail. 2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt,
Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt ;
An all-sufficient sacrifice.
With love and duty in his eyes)
Of lins, and do thy will, my God. 4 'Tis written in thy great decree,
'Tis in thy book foretold of me;
And lo ! thy law is in my heart. 5 I'll magnify ihy holy law,
And rebels to obedience draw,
Or to my crown above the sky.
What thou hast done, and what I do ;
HYMN LVIII. 5. M. [ATTS.] Salvation, Righteousness, and Strengib, THE Lord on high proclaims
“ Mercy and justice are the names
By which I will be known. ? Ye dying souls that fit
In darkness and distress ;
To my recov'ring grace." 3
Sinners shall hear the found;
In thee, O Lord, alone. 4
In thee fhall Isr'el trust,
All glorious and divine ;
In their assemblies shine.
Hearts pain'd with inward grief; The soul opprest with guilt and fear,
In thee finds sweet relief. 3 If thou thy righteousness display,
And make thy merits known;