THE Love of CHRIST ON His CROSS AND On His THRONE. Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T82397 K067329.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Horæ lyricæ: Poems, chiefly of the lyric kind. In two books. ... By I. Watts. London Printed by S. and D. Bridge, for John Lawrence at the Sign of the Angel in the Poultrey. MDCCVI. 1706 pp. 25-26. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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THE Love of CHRIST ON His CROSS AND On His THRONE . I. NOW let my Faith grow strong and rise , And view my Lord in all his Love ; Look back to hear his Dying Cries , Then mount and see his Throne above . II . See where he Languish'd on the Cross ; Beneath my Sins he groan'd and dy'd ; See where he fits to plead my Cause By his Almighty Father's Side . III . If I behold his Bleeding Heart , There Love in Floods of Sorrow reigns , He triumphs o're the Killing Smart , And buys my Pleasure with his Pains . IV . Or if I climb th' Eternal Hills Where the dear Conqueror sits enthron'd , Still in his Heart Compassion dwells Near the Memorials of his Wound . V. How shall a pardon'd Rebel show How much I Love my Dying God ? Lord , here I banish every Foe , I hate the Sins that Cost thy Blood . VI . I hold no more Commerce with Hell , My dearest Lusts shall all depart ; But let thine Image ever dwell Stampt as a Seal upon my Heart .