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HYMN 30. Second Part. P.M.
Christ our High Priest. (cont.)
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For sinners, who his mercy seek,
A priest, as was Melchizedec.
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He once temptations knew,
Of ev'ry sort and kind,
That he might succour show.
To ev'ry tempted mind:
He once for us was sacrific'd,
And only once for us he dy'd,
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I other priests disclaim,
And laws and off'rings too,
None but the bleeding Lamb
The mighty work can do:
He shall have all the praise: for he
Hath lov'd, and liv'd, and died for me.
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HYMN 30. Third Part. C.M.
The Communicant.
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HOW sweet and awful is the place,
With Christ within the doors;
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores!
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Here ev'ry bowel of our God
With soft compassion rolls;
Here peace and pardon bought with blood,
Is food for dying souls.
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While all our hearts, and all our songs,
Join to admire the feast;
Each of us cries with thankful tongues,
"Lord, why was I a guest?
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"Why was I made to hear thy voice,
"And enter while there's room;
"When thousands make a wretched choice,
"And rather starve than come?"
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'Twas the same love, that spread the feast,
That sweetly forc'd us in;
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HYMN 30. Third Part. C.M.
The Communicant. (cont.)
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Else we had still refus'd to taste,
And perish'd in our sin.
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Pity the hypocrites, O Lord,
Direct them how to come;
Teach them to know and fear thy word,
And bring the strangers home.
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We long to see thy churches full;
That all the chosen race
May with one voice, and heart, and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.
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HYMN 31. First Part. L.M.
Jesus hath the key of the kingdom of heaven.
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WITH what delight I raise my eyes,
And view the courts where Jesus dwells!
Jesus, who reigns above the skies,
And here below his grace reveals.
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Of God's own house the sacred key
Is borne by that majestic hand;
Mansions and treasures there I see
Subjected all to his command.
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He shuts, and worlds might strive in vain
The mighty obstacle to move;
He looses all their bars again,
And who shall shut the gates of love!
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Fix'd in omnipotence, he bears
The glories of his Father's name;
Sustains his people's weighty cares,
Thro' ev'ry changing age the same.
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My little all I here suspend,
Where the whole weight of heav'n is hung;
Secure I rest on such a friend,
And into raptures wake my tongue.
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