HYMN 289.
GOD of all-redeeming grace,
By thy par d'ning love compell'd,
Up to thee our fouls we raife,
Up to thee our bodies yield.
2 Thou our facrifice receive,
Acceptable thro' thy Son;
While to thee alone we live,
While we die to thee alone.
3 Juft it is, and good and right,
That we fhou'd be wholly thine,
In thine only will delight,
In thy bleffed fervice join.
4 O that ev'ry thought and word
Might proclaim how good thou art;
HOLINESS UNTO THE LORD,
Still be written on our heart!
OGEther with thefe fymbols, Lord,
Thy bleffed felf impart;
And let thy very flesh and blood
Feed the believing heart.
2 Let us from all our fins be wafh'd In thy redeeming blood;
And let thy Spirit be the feal,
That we are fons of GOD.
3 Come, holy Ghoft, with JESU's love, Prepare us for this feaft;
And let us banquet with our LORD,
And lean upon his breast.
LL praise to the LORD,
All praife is his due,
To day is his word
Of promife found, true;
We, we are the nations
Prefented to God;
Well-pleafing oblations
Thro' JESUS's blood.
2 Poor Gentiles from far
TO JESUS we came,
And offer'd we are
To God thro' his name;
To GOD thro' the Spirit
Ourselves do we give,
And fav'd by the merit
Of JESUS we live.
The LORD, let us blefs;
Who fits on the throne,
The Prince of our peace;
Who evermore faves us
By fhedding his blood;
All hail, holy JESUS,
Our LORD, and our GoD
2 We daily will fing
Thy merits and praise,
Thou merciful spring
Of pity and grace :
Thy kindness for ever
To men we will tell,
And fay our dear Saviour
While here we abide,
Nor ever remove,
Nor cover, nor hide
Thy glorious falvation,
Till joyful we see
The beautiful vifion
Compleated in thee!
I THOU very pafchal Lamb,
Whofe blood for us was fhed,
Thro' whom we out of Egypt came,
Thy ranfom'd people lead!
2 Angel of gofpel-grace,
Fulfil thy character;
To guard and feed thỷ chofen race,
In Ifrael's camp appear.
3 Throughout the defert-way
Conduct us by thy light!
Be thou a cooling cloud by day,
A chearing fire by night.
4 Our fainting fouls fuftain
With bleffings from above,
And ever on thy people rain
The manna of thy love.
ESUS invites his faints
To meet around his board;
Here pardon'd rebels fit and hold
Communion with their LORD.
2 For food he gives his flesh;
He bids us drink his blood;"
Amazing favour! matchless grace
Of our descending God!
3 Let all our pow'rs be join'd His glorious name to raise Pleasure and love fill ev'ry mind, And ev'ry voice be praise.
JESUS, my hope,
For men offer'd up,
Who with clamour purfu'd thee
To Calvary's top.
2 The blood thou hast shed,
For me let it plead,
And declare thou haft dy'd
In thy murderers' ftead.
3 Thy blood, which alone
For fin cou'd atone,
For the infinite evil
I madly have done;
4 That only can feal
My pardon, and fill
My heart with a pow'r
Of obeying thy will.
5 Now, now let me know
Its virtue below,
Let it wash me, and I
Shall be whiter than fnow.
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