3 Ye that dread the wrath of God,
Come and wash in Jesus blood:
To the son of David cry,
In his word he's passing by.
3 Naked, guilty, poor, and blind,
All you want in Jesus find:
This the day of mercy is,
Now accept the proffer'd bliss.
4 Debtors, who have nought to pay,
Come to Jesus, haste away;
All your sins on him were laid,
All your debts the Surety paid
5 "It is finish'd," lo! he cries,
Ere on yonder cross he dies;
O believe the record true,
Jesus died for such as you.
morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;
1 HAIL the blest morn! see the great Mediator, Down from the regions of glory descend! Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger, Lo, for his guard, the bright angels attend.
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;
Star in the east, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer was laid.
2 Cold on his cradle the dew drops are shining;
Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore him, in slumbers reclining,
Wise men and shepherds before him do fall.
Brightest and best, &c.
3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Ódors of Eden, and offerings divine,
Gems from the mountains, and pearls from the
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?
4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gold we his favor secure ;
Richer by far is the heart's adoration;
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
Brightest and best, &c
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