'Tis Tidings good of greatest Joy,
This, this I can believe.

"

3 His Office was to fave the loft,
Give Sight unto the Blind
To fet at Liberty the bruis'd,"
There's none he'll caft behind.

4 Look on him lifted on the Crofs,
And bleeding for your Sin:
His Side is open'd with a Spear,
Go! hide yourself therein.

5 His Blood will wash out all your Stains,
And give you Peace with God:
And Joy and Happiness most true,
And all Things that are good.

6 Lord, make the Deaf to hear Thy Word: Thy Voice will raife the Dead:

Oh! let them feel Thy quick'ning Pow's,
And make us all one Bread.

HO

XLVI.

OW ftrange, that Thou, the mighty
God,

By whom all Things were made, **
That Thou should'st take onn Thee'
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And fuffer in our Stead obe

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That Thou fhould't live a very Man,
And feel the fame as we,

Of Hunger, Thirit, and Wearinefs,
Yea Pain and Mifery,

2 That Thou should't do this for the Sake
Of Criminals condemn'd,
Thy Pow'r was manifeft before,
This does Thy Love commend.
Thy Love and Mercy then appear'd,
When as a Saviour kind,

3

4

Thou faidft,

Man fhall not die : for I

"A Remedy will find.

"I am his Surety, I will bear
"His Curfe and Punishment
I'll fhed my Blood upon a Tree,
"Till ev'ry Drop be spent: v
He thall be mine, for I will pay
My own Blood for his Price 3

"I'll ranfom him from Death and Hell
"And all his Miferies.

"Let him for this but come to me,

66

Acknowledge what I've done,

And what he in himself ftill is,

"A finful helplefs Worm to\A "Then fhall he feel and know that It

"Who on the Cross was flain,

"Have done all this, and on my Throne

tad A mighty God remain.

5

"That I there fit a Priest and King
"In endless Glory bright;
"To give my Righteoufnefs to all
"Whofe Sins do them affright.
"O come ye Sinners, come to me,
66 I gave my Blood for All,
"There is not one but I've redeem'd;
"O hear me now I call."

6 O deareft Saviour! I have heard
Thy pow'rful quick'ning Voice,
Thou'ft rais'd me from the Dead, I live
And in Thee, Lord, rejoice.

Thy Blood and Wounds each Day appear
More sweet unto my Sight,

I'll praise Thy Name, confefs Thy Word
With all my Strength and Might.

7 But there is nothing dearest Lord,
Which I fhould give to Thee?
No! for I cannot give myself,
Because Thou haft bought me.
I only can receive of Thine
Out of Thy endless Store,
Unfold Thy hidden Riches, Lord,
Still give me more and more.

How

Ev'n Thee, Thou happy Bride! When choofing for Thy Reft the Place, Where thy Beloved dy'd.

2 The Bands that bound Thy Lover fast,
Unbind Thee from Thy Pain,

His piercing Cry that fooths Thy Soul,
And fings to fleep again.

3 The Nails which caus'd him so much Smart,

Thy heav'nly Seat make faft;

He bears thee on His Heart, Thou Him, Sleep on, and take thy Reft.

4 Hufh, ftir not up the Friend of Christ,
Wake not the lovely Bride ;

Some Vifion caufeth her to fmile,
She fees His open Side.

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XLVIII.

Ufband of Souls; Thy Stream of Grace Forth from the Spring of Blood, O'erflow us, in the Way Thou know'st, Again to make all good,

What Adam loft by his fad Fall,
As far he fell from Thee;
When all his Innocence he loft,
And his Simplicity.

2 O give us childlike fimple Hearts,

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Our Confcience cleanfe from Sin;
O lead us always to Thy Blood,
To make us pure within :
Destroy our Fancy's reftlefs Life,
That ever flies from Thee;
Let our Ideas hallowed be,
And full of Purity.

3 So fhall Thy bleeding Heart rejoice,
And Thou o'er us be glad ;

So fhalt Thou fee Thy dear Reward,
And all thy Sorrows paid:
For all the Wages Thou requir'ft,
For all Thy Smarts and Pains,
Is but Thy Children to redeem,
And take away their Chains.
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XLIX.