SERMON XXXIV. 485 HYMN FOR SERMON XXXIV. The Atonement of Christ, flOW is our nature spoil'd by sin I Yet nature ne'er hath found The way to make the conscienceglean, Or heat the painful wound. In vain we seek for peace with God By methods of our own : Jesus there's nothing but thy blood Can bringus near thy throne. The tbreat'nings of the broken law Impress our souls with dread: If God his sword of vengeance draw, At strikesour spirits dead. But thy illustrious sacrifice Bath answered these demands; And peace andpardon from the skies Come down by Jesus' hands. Here all the ancient types agree, The altar and the lamb : And prophets in their visions see Salvation through his name. 'Tie by thy death we Iive, O Lord.: 'Tis on thy cross we rest: For ever be thy love ador'd, Thy name for ever blest.
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