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TOT to Sinai's dreadful blaze;
But to Zion's throne of grace;
By a way mark out with biced,
Sinners now approach to God.
Not to hear the fiery law:
But with humbie vy to draw
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'Tis not the food that Aran Süt,
Nor mele of Sweeten Spel
That can remove a Socers gat
Or fave bis lock from bel
Aaron the priest, rengos bis death
At God's imccdze win;
And in the desert veics to death
On the appointed bill.
And thus, on Jordan's yonder side,
The tribes of Ifrael stand,
While Mofes bow'd his head, and died,
Short of the promis'd land.
Ifrael, rejoice! for Joshua leads ;
He'll bring the tribes to reft:
So far the Savior's name exceeds
The ruler and the priest.
For as many as are of the Works of the Law, are under the Curfe.
OW can ye hope deluded fouls,
To fee what none e'er faw-
Salvation by the works obtain'd
Of Sinai's fiery law?
It fin reveals, it worketh wrath,
But can no mercy show :
All breakers of this law are curs'd,
And that in juftice too.
This curfe pertains to those who break
One precept, e'er so small :
And where's the man, in thought or deed,
That has not broken all ?
Fly then, awaken'd finners, fly,
Your cafe admits no stay;
The fountain's open'd now for fin,
Come wash your guilt away.
See how from Jesus' wounded fide,
The water flows and blood;
Tall, who for redemption groan,
HIS is gospel; this alone:
All, who feel the weight of fin,
All, who languish to be clean,
All, who see themselves undone,
May take refuge in the Son;
And in him remiffion have,
Who can to the utmoft fave.
ESUS, th' eternal Son of God,
Whom feraphim obey,
The bofom of the Father leaves,
And enters human clay :
Down to our finful world he comes
The meffenger of grace,
And on the bloody tree expires
A Victim in our place.
Tranfgreffors of the deepeft ftain
In him falvation find;
His blood removes the fouleft guilt,
His Spirit heals the mind.
Our Jefus faves from fin and hell,
His words are true and fure,
And on this rock our faith may reft
Immoveably secure.
O let these tidings be receiv'd
With univerfal joy,
And let the high angelic praise
Our tuneful pow'rs employ !
Glory to God, who gave his Son
To bear our fhame and pain:
Hence peace on earth, and grace to men,
In endless bleffings reign,
The Power of the Gospel.
HIS is the word of truth and love,
Sent to the nations from above;
Jehovah here refolves to fhew
What his almighty grace can do.
This remedy did wisdom find
To heal difeafes of the mind:
This fov'reign balm, whose virtues can
Reftore the ruin'd creature, man.
The gofpel bids the dead revive,
Sinners obey the voice, and live;
Dry bones are rais'd, and cloth'd afresh,
And hearts of ftone are turn'd to flesh.
Where fatan reign'd in fhades of night,
The gospel strikes a heav'nly light;
Our lufts its wond'rous pow'r controls,
And calms the rage of angry
fouls.
Lions and beafts of favage name
Put on the nature of the lamb ;
While the vain world efteems it frange,
Gaze and admire, and hate the change.
May but this grace our fouls renew,
Let finners gaze and hate us too;
The word, that faves us, doth engage
A fure defence from all their
W That feeks relief for all his woe?
THAT fhall the dying finner do,
Where fhall the guilty confcience find
Eafe, for the torment of the mind?
How fhall we get our crimes forgiv'n,
Or form our natures fit for heav'n?
Can fouls, all o'er defil'd with fin,
Make their own pow'rs and paffions clean ?
In vain we fearch, in vain we try,
'Till Jefus brings his gospel nigh;
'Tis there that pow`r and glory dwell,
Which fave rebellious fouls from hell.
This is the pillar of our hope,
That bears our fainting spirits up,
We read the grace, we truft the word,
And find falvation in the Lord.
Let men or angels dig the mines,
Where nature's golden treasure fhines ;
Brought near the doctrine of the cross,
All nature's gold appears but drofs.
Should vile blafphemers with difdain
Pronounce the truths of Jesus vain,
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