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H Y M N II.
HW sweet and awful is the Place ?
With Christ within the Doors ! While everlasting Love displays
The choicest of her Stores. Here, every bowel of our God,
With soft Compaflion rolls :
Is Food for dying Souls.
Join to admire the Feast;
Lord, why was I a Guest?
That sweetly drew us in: Elfe we had still refus'd to taste,
And perish'd in our Sin.
OW condescending, and how kind,
And Pity brought him down.
To raite us to his Throne:
But cost his Heart a Groan !
Now, tho’ he reigns exalted high,
His Love is still as great! Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor let his Saints forget. Here we behold his Bowels roll,
As kind, as when he dy'd, And see the Sorrows of his Soul,
Bleed thro' his wounded Side.
Of Jesu's dying Love :
One soft Affection move.
Here let our Hearts begin to melt,
While we his Death record :
Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord,
Of Love divinely Free,
God himself a Ransom found, God the Son pour'd out his Blood,
He hath once for all aton'd.
The God of Nature fee
Nail'd to the cursed Tree!
He, whom Heaven and Earth obey,
The Sun withdraws his Light, And wraps the World in Night, Nature cannot bear to see
Her Creator suffering thus ! Yet alas ! what Hearts have we !
Cold and stupid at his Cross. 'Tis finish'd, Jesus cries !
Then bows his Head and Dies ! He, who knew no fpot of sin,
All our Curse and Burden bore,
And wash in Jesu's Blood,
Pardon you may freely have ;
Longing ruin'd Souls to fave.
View your Jesus on the Tree;
Nothing but thy Blood, O Jesus,
ET all our Tongues be one,
To praise our God on high! Who, from his Bofom, sent his Son,
To fetch us Strangers nigh.
It cost him Cries and Tears,
To bring us near to God !
To make our Payment good.
But he, our Priest, atones :
Look up, my Soul, to him,
Whose Death was thy desert;
Flow from his breaking Heart.
Thus the Redeemer came,
By Water and by Blood,
We feel his Witness good.
Lord, cleanse my Soul from Sin,
Nor let thy Grace depart: Great Comforter ! abide within,
And witness to my Heart.
ORD, how divine thy Comforts are !
How heav'nly is the Place !
Of his redeeming Grace.
And sweetest Glories shine :
And my beloved's mine.
For Grace so vast as this?