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LL ye that pass by,
To Jesus draw nigh, To you, is it nothing that Jesus should Die?
For what you have done,
His Blood must atone, The Father hath punith'd for you his dear Son.
The Lord in the Day
Of his Anger, did lay Our Sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away.
He answer'd for all,
O come at his Call, And low at his Cross with astonishment fall.
But lift up your Eyes,
At Jesus's Cries,
For you and for me,
He pray'd on the Tree,
Acquitted I was,
When he bled on the Cross, And by losing his Life he hath carry'd my
H Y M N
OD of the Prophets Power,
By whom the Apostles spake, Ride glorious on, send forth thy Voice,
And let the Nations shake, With Hearts and Lips unfeign'd,
We praise thee for thy Word, We bless thee for the joyful news
Of our redeeming Lord.
O ne'er may we forget
The Words we now have heard, 'Till Righteousness and solemn Joy,
Have in our Hearts appear’d: Water the facred Seed,
And give it great Increase, Let neither Fowls, nor Rocks, nor Thorns,
Hinder the Fruits of Peace, .
Then, tho we Weeping Sow,
And tears our Hours Employ, We know we shall return again,
And bring our Sheaves with Joy: Our Life, now hid with Christ,
With him shall soon appear, And we array'd in all his Light,
Shall meet him in the Air,
COME thou Fount of ev'ry Blefling,
Tune our Hearts to sing thy Praise,
Here we raise our Ebenezer,
0, to Grace, what mighty Debtors !
O LORD, how great's the Favour,
That we such Sinners Poor,
In this forlorn Condition,
We'll never cease repeating
"Till we attain the Image
Then we, with all in Glory,
Η Υ Μ Ν
HAT fhall we render unto thee,
Thou glorious Lord of Life and Pow's, Teach us to bow the humble Knee, Teach us with thankfulness t'adore, To praise thee as thy Saints above, To praise thee for thy wond'rous Love,
When, like loft Sheep, we wander'd wide,