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Sing then all you dear-bought Nations of the Earth, sing Hyms of Glory to the Holy Jesus.
Sing every one who pretends to Felicity; sing immortal Praises to the God of our Salvation.
To him, who for us endured so much Scorn; and patiently receiv'd so many Injuries.
To him, who for us fweat Drops of Blood, and drank of the Dregs of his father's Wrath.
To the Eternal Lord of Heaven and Earth, who for us was slain by the Hands of the Wicked.
Who for us was led away as a Sheep to the Slaughter; and, as a meek Lamb, opened not his Mouth.
Whither, O my God, did thy Comparsions carry Thee? How did thy Charity too far prevail with Thee?
Was it not enough to become Man for us; but thou must expose thy Self to all our Miseries?
Was it not enough to labour all thy Life; but thou must suffer even the Pains of Death for us.
Thou sufferedst them to expiate for our Sins, and purchase Eternal Redemptiog
Thy Mercy also, gracious Lord, still observ'd fome Wants in our Nature as yet unsupplied.
Thou sawest our too much Fondness of Life needed thy parting with it to reconcile us to Death.
Thou sawest our Fear of Sufferings could no way be abạted ; but by freely undergoing them in thine own Person.
o blesed Jesus, whose Grace alone begins, and ends, and perfects all our Hopes!
How are we bound to praise thy Love! how infinitely obliged to adore thy Goodness!
At any Rate thou would'st still go on, to heal our weak, and wounded Nature.
Even at the Price of thine own dear Blood, thou would'st finish for us the Pure chase of Heaven.
Glorybe to the Father, &c.
thy richest Sacrifice of humble Praise. Awake, and summon all thy Thoughts, to make hafte, and adore our great Redeemer.
For now 'tis time we should reverently go; and offer our Hearts at the Foot of his Cross.
Thither let us fly from the Troubles of the World, there let us dwell among the Mercies of Heaven.
Under the Shade of that happy Tree, let us kneel, and often look up to our dearest Lord.
Let us remember every Passage of his Love; and be sure that none escape our Thanks.
Let us compassionate every Stroke of his Death ; and one by one falute his sacred Wounds.
Blest be the Hands that wrought so many Miracles; and were so barbarously bored with cruel Nails.
Blest be the Feet that so often travelled for us; and were at last unmercifully fastened to the Cross.
Blest be the Head that was crown'd with Throns; the Head that so industriously studied our Happiness.
Blessed be the Heart that was pierced with a Spear; the Heart that so pasionately loved our Peace.
Blessed be the intire Person of our crucified Lord; and may all Powers joyn in in his Praise.
In thy eternal Praise, O gracious Jesu! and the ravishing Thoughts of thy incomparable Sweetness.
O what Excess of Kindness was this! what strange Extremity of Love, and Pity!
The Lord is sold, that the Slave may go free; the Innocent condemn'd, that the Guilty may be saved.
The Physician is sick, that the Patient may be cured ; and God himself dies, that Man may live.
Tell me, my Soul, when first thou hast well conlider’d, and look about among all we know.
Tell me, whoever wish'd us so much Good ? whoever loved us with so much Tenderness?
What have our nearest Friends done for us, or even our Parents, in Comparison of this Charity.
No less than the Son of God came down to redeem us ; no less than his own dear Life was the Price he paid for us.
What can the Favour of the whole World promise us, compared to his Miraculous Bounty ?
No less than the joys of Angels are become our Hope; no less than the Kingdom of Heaven is made our Inheritance.
Glory be to the Father, &c.
felves, for making us after thine own Image.
To Thee, O Lord, we owe more than our selves, for redeeming us with the Death of thine only Son.
Nor were our Ruins fo soon repair’d, as at first our Being was easily produced.
Thy Power to create us said but one Word, and immediately we became a living Soul.
But thy Wisdom to redeem us, beth fpake much, and wrought more, and suffered most of all.
To redeem us he humbled himself to this low World, and the Infirmities of this mi. ferable Nature.
He patiently endur'd Hunger and Thirst, and the malicious Affronts of enraged Enemies. How many times did he
hazard his Life, to sustain with Courage the Truths of Heaven!
How many Tears did he tenderly weep, in Compassion of his blind ungrateful Country!
How many Drops of Blood did he shed in the doleful Garden, and on the bitter Cross!
The Cross, where after Three long Hours of Grief, and Shame, and intolerable Pains :
He meekly bow'd his fainting Head; and in an Agony of Prayer yielded up thé Ghost.
So sets the glorious Sun in a fad Cloud; and leaves our Earth in Darkness, and Disorder:
But goes to shine immediately in the other World ; and soon returns again, and brings us Light
And fo dost thou, dear Lord, and more; thy very Darkness is our Light.
'Tis by thy Death we are made to live; and by thy Wounds our Sores were heald.
O my ador'd Redemer, who tookest upon thee all our Miseries; to impart to us thine own Felicities!