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ET all our tongues be
To praise our God on high,

Who from his bosom sent his Son

To fetch us strangers nigh.

To sing the Saviour's name;

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How cheerfully he came !

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It cost him cries and tears
To bring us near to God;
Great was our debt, and he appears
To make the payment good.

4 My Saviour's pierced side

Pour'd out a double flood;

By water we are purified,

And pardon'd by the blood.

5 Look up, my soul, to him

Whose death was thy desert,

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And humbly view the living stream
Flow from his breaking heart.

By water and by blood;

And when the Spirit speaks the same,

We feel his witness good.

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(1 COR. i. 23, 24.)
ATURE, with open volume, stands
To spread her Maker's praise abroad
And every labour of his hands
Shews something worthy of a God.
2 But in the grace that rescued man
His brightest form of glory shines;
Here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn,
In precious blood and crimson lines.
3 Here his whole name appears complete;
Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove
Which of the letters best is writ, dhe bak
The power, the wisdom, or the love.

4 Here I behold his inmost heart, tele
Where grace and justice strangely join,
Piercing his Son with sharpest smart,
To make the purchas'd pleasures mine, s
5 O the sweet wonders of that cross,
Where God the Saviour lov'd and died!
Her noblest life my spirit draws
From his dear wounds and bleeding side.

6 I would for ever speak his name
In sounds to mortal ears unknown,
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at his Father's throne.

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And help was far, and death was nigh

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2 From the highway that leads to hell,
From paths of darkness and despair,
Lord, we are come with thee to dwell,
Glad to enjoy thy presence here.

3 What shall we pay the eternal Son,
Who left the heaven of his abode,
And to this wretched earth came down,
To bring us wanderers back to God!

4 It cost him death to save our lives;
To buy our souls it cost his own;
And all the unknown joys he gives
Were bought with agonies unknown.

5 Our everlasting love is due

To him that ransom'd sinners lost;
And pitied rebels when he knew
The vast expense his love would cost.

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OW sweet and awful is the place
With Christ within the doors,

While everlasting love displays

The choicest of her stores.

2 While all our hearts with all our songs
Join to admire the feast,

Each of us cries with thankful tongue
'Lord, why was I a guest!

3 Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there's room;

'When thousands make a wretched choice, And rather starve than come?"

4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast,
That sweetly forc'd us in ;
Else we had still refus'd to taste,
And perish'd in our sin.

5 Pity the nations, O our God!
Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,' at
And bring the strangers home,

6 We long to see thy churches full,
That all the chosen race

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May with one voice, and heart, and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.

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(MATT. XXVI. 38.)

N lively figures here we see The bleeding Prince of Love; Each of us hopes, he died for me, And then our griefs remove.

2 His soul, what agonies it felt

When his own God withdrew!

And the large load of all our guilt....
Lay heavy on him too.

3 But the divinity within
Supported him to bear :

Dying he conquer'd hell and sin,

And made his triumph there

4 Grace, wisdom, justice, join'd and wrought

The wonders of that day:

No mortal tongue, nor mortal thought,
Can equal thanks repay.

5 Our hymns should sound like those above, Could we our voices raise;

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Yet, Lord, our hearts shall all be love,
And all our lives be praise.

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T thy command, our dearest Lord, Here we attend thy dying feast; Thy blood like wine adorns thy board, And thine own flesh feeds every guest, 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, And trusts for life in one that died; We hope for heavenly crowns above From a Redeemer crucified.

3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,
And fling their scandals on thy cause :
We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumphs in his cross.
4 With joy we tell the scoffing age
He that was dead has left his tomb;'
He lives above their utmost rage,
And.we are waiting till he come.

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UR spirits join to adore the Lamb:
Oh that our feeble lips could move

In strains immortal as his name,
And melting as his dying love!

2 Was ever equal pity found?

The Prince of Heaven resigns his breath,
And pours his life out on the ground, "
To ransom guilty worms from death.