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HYMN XVII.

Wherewith shall I a sinful worm
Jehovah's holy place draw nigh?
With what oblations shall I bow
Before the throne of God most high?

Shall I burnt-offerings to him bring,
Calves taken from their tender dams?
Will God be pleas'd, if I should slay
A thousand and a thousand rams?

Shall I upon his altar pour
Rivers of oil ten thousand times;
Or my first-born an offering make,
To expiate my odious crimes?

No — — God is so incens'd by sin,

HYMN XVI.

How sweet, how charming is the place,
With God's bright presence crown'd!
Happy his children, who his board
As olive-plants surround.

Eat of this feast, says he, my friends,
Who to my courts repair;
Come, dearest children, freely drink
The wine which I prepare.

L ORD , we accept thy bounteous treat,
With wonder, joy, and love:

HYMN XV.

How many miracles of love,
What mysteries of grace
Has th' ever-blessed Jesus shown
To Adam's sinful race!

That he should humbly condescend
Our mortal flesh to wear;
Our sicknesses, our sorrows all,
And numerous sins to bear!

Was't not enough, thou holy ONE ,
To lay aside thy crown,
And, in a servant's form on earth

HYMN XIV.

When sin had brought death, with a train
Of miseries on the guilry world;
And wretched man was doom'd to be
Into eternal darkness hurl'd;

Where the tormenting worm, that gnaws
The festering conscience, ne'er expires;
Where tort'ring brimstone always feeds
The ne'er-to-be-extinguish'd fires:

When justice wav'd the flaming sword
Of vengeance o'er the sinner's head;
The son of God stept in, and stay'd
The mortal stroke, and thus he said:

HYMN XIII.

The God of grace to human race
Does terms of peace propose;
He gives his Son, his only One,
A ransom for his foes.

Christ, to fulfil his Father's will,
Himself as freely gave,
An offering whole, body and soul,
A guilty world to save.

The Spirit divine, for this design,
Lights on him like a dove:
The sacred Three in one agree,

HYMN XII.

Gracious redeemer, how divine,
How wond'rous is thy love!
The subject of th' eternal songs
Of blessed spirits above.

Join in the sacred harmony,
Ye saints on earth below,
To praise Immanuel, from whose name
All fragrant odors flow.

He left his crown, he left his throne
By his great father's side;
Wore thorns, sustain'd a heavy cross,

HYMN XI.

Immortal praise be given,
And glory in the high'st,
To th' God of peace, who sent from heaven
His own beloved Christ:

Him a sin-offering made
For Adam's guilty sons;
Our pressing crimes upon him laid,
For which his blood atones.

Such torments he endur'd
As none e'er felt before;

HYMN X.

I N grateful hymns, ye saints, display
J EHOVAH'S grace and boundless love;
A love, whose flame inspires the songs
Of all the heav'nly host above.

Tho we on earth can't sing like them,
Let's praise him in a lower strain:
A servent mind, that breathes his praise
With stammering lips, he'll not disdain,

Eternal Father, we adore
Thy love, that mov'd thee to expose
The sacred body of thy son
To bear the wounds due to thy foes.

HYMN IX.

With humble boldness, trembling joy,
With hope and awful fear,
Lord , we thy majesty address,
And to thy seat draw near.

For thou, great judge of all the earth,
Now on a throne of grace,
Between the wond'ring cherubs wings
Reveal'st thy glorious face.

At thy right-hand behold thy son,
Who kindly intercedes:
His blood crys louder than our sins,

HYMN. VI.

Descend, O king of saints, descend:
By thy free spirit's vital heat
Fresh joys to every soul extend,
That at thy table finds a seat.

O prince of peace, bless thou this board
With those sweet smiles which angels chear.
O give us peace; and tell us, Lord,
We're pardon'd, and accepted here.

As thou our hungry souls hast fed,
Our thirsty souls sustain'd with wine;
Nourish us with this heav'nly bread,
And with this sacred blood of thine.