The book of sacred song . at of GodFor ever doth for sinners plead,For me, evn for my soul, was shed. When from the dust of death I rise,To claim my mansion in the skies,Evn then this shall be all my plea^ Jesus hath lived, hath died for me. 7^ THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. Thus Abraham, the friend of God,Thus all heavens armies, bought with blood,Saviour of sinners, Thee proclaim,Sinners, of whom the chief I am. Naked from Satan did I flee To Thee, my Lord, and put on Thee: And thus adornM, I wait the word He comes : Arise, and meet thy Lord. This spotless robe the same appears,When ruind nature s
The book of sacred song . at of GodFor ever doth for sinners plead,For me, evn for my soul, was shed. When from the dust of death I rise,To claim my mansion in the skies,Evn then this shall be all my plea^ Jesus hath lived, hath died for me. 7^ THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. Thus Abraham, the friend of God,Thus all heavens armies, bought with blood,Saviour of sinners, Thee proclaim,Sinners, of whom the chief I am. Naked from Satan did I flee To Thee, my Lord, and put on Thee: And thus adornM, I wait the word He comes : Arise, and meet thy Lord. This spotless robe the same appears,When ruind nature sinks in years:No age can change its constant hue;Thy blood preserves it ever new. Jesu, be endless praise to Thee,Whose boundless mercy hath for me,For me, and all Thine hands have made,An everlasting ransom paid. Thou God of power, Thou God of love,Let the whole world Thy mercy prove:Now let Thy word oer all prevail:Now take the spoils of death and hell O let the dead now hear Thy voice,Now bid Thy banished ones rejoice!. WILLIAM AND MARY GEORGE II. 77 Their beauty this, their glorious dress,Jesu, Thy blood and righteousness! J. Wesley [from Count Zinzendorf). WE LOVE HIM, BECAUSE HE FIRST LOVED US. JIHEE will I love, my strength and tower,Thee will I love, my joy and crown;Thee will I love with all my power,In all Thy works, and Thee alone!Thee will I love, till that pure fireFill my whole soul with chaste desire. In darkness willingly I strayM; I sought Thee, yet from Thee I roved;For wide my wandering thoughts were spread, Thy creatures more than Thee I loved:And now, if more at length I see,Tis through Thy light, and comes from Thee. I thank Thee, uncreated Sun, That Thy bright beams on me have shined;I thank Thee, who hast overthrown My foes, and heaPd my wounded mind;I thank Thee, whose enlivening voiceBids my freed heart in Thee rejoice. 78 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. Give to my eyes refreshing tears, Give to my heart chaste, hallowM fires; Give to my soul, with filial fea
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