3 When to the law I trembling fled, 4 The saints I heard with rapture tell 5 But while I thus in anguish lay, OOKUM. 86. LL ye that pass by, ΑΙ To Jesus draw nigh To you is it nothing that Jesus should die? Your ransom and peace, Your surety He is ; Come see if there ever was sorrow like His. 2 For what you have done His blood must atone; The Father hath punished for you His dear Son: The Lord, in the day Of His anger, did lay Your sins on the Lamb, and He bore them away. 3 For you, and for me, The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free: Who on Jesus rely, And come for the pardon God can not deny. 4 My pardon I claim, 5 6 For sinner I am; A sinner believing in Jesus's name: Which now I embrace; O Father! thou know'st He has died in my place. Love moved Him to die, On this I rely; My Saviour hath loved me, I can not tell why: But this thing I find, We two are joined; He'll not be in glory, and leave me behind. With joy we approve The plan of His love, A wonder to all both below and above: When time is no more, We still shall adore That ocean of love without bottom or shore. J1 87. The Lord our Righteousness. L. M. ESUS, Thy blood and righteousness 2 When from the dust of death I rise To take my mansion in the skies, E'en then shall this be all my plea, "Jesus hath lived and died for me." 3 Bold shall I stand in that great day, 4 Thus Abraham, the friend of God, 5 This spotless robe the same appears 6 Oh! let the dead now hear Thy voiceBid, Lord, Thy banished ones rejoice: Their beauty this, their glorious dress, Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness. ZINZENDORF. 88. THERE is a fountain filled with blood, And sinners plunged beneath that flood 2 The dying theif rejoiced to see And there may I, though vile as he, 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save, C. M. When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave. 6 Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, For me a blood-bought rich reward, 7 'Tis strung, and tuned for endless years, And formed by power divine, To sound in God the Father's ears No other name but Thine. COWPER. OVEREIGN grace hath power alone And the moment grace is felt, 2 When the Lord was crucified, 3 Thus he spent his wicked breath, 4 But the other, touched with grace, 5 "Lord," he cries, "remember me, 6 This was wondrous grace indeed; NEWTON. |