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from the souls he wound- ed Shall flee

in fear and gloom.

2 Though he would bind forever
Our lips with bands of hell,
Yet Christ, sent to deliver,
Can loose those bands full well,
That e'en the dumb may raise
His voice with joy and pleasure
And sing in sweetest measure

To God his thanks and praise.

3 O Jesus! my distresses

To Thee are known full well,
Thou seest how Satan presses
My soul's weak citadel;
His aim is to control
My members and my senses,
With sin and with offenses
He steals into my soul.

4 Anon my tongue he bindeth,
That God it shall not praise;
Anon my eyes he blindeth,
To hide the light of grace;
Now he my ears doth close,
To hinder me from hearing
The gospel's sound so cheering
And soothing in my woes.

5 To God I raise my crying,
Before the mercy-seat,
And on His word relying,
I grace of Him entreat,
That He for Jesus' sake
Would cleanse my soul and spirit
Through Jesus' blood and merit,
And Satan's power break.

6 God, let not love of sinning
Thy fear drive from my breast,
Lest Satan, triumph winning,
Be of my heart possessed;
O let Thy chastening rod
Each day give me direction,
To seek Thy sure protection
And tell Thy grace abroad.

7 My heart must Thou have solely,
My Savior and my God!
Come, Jesus, take it wholly,
And make it Thine abode!
Mould it to Thy control,
That I, Thy word receiving,
May find, in Thee believing,
Salvation for my soul.

T. Kingo, 1689

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2 O wonder passing measure
To faith's enlightened eye!
For slaves it was the pleasure
Of their own Lord to die!
The mighty God stoops from on high
For me, lost, ruined creature,
And deigns as man to die.

3 My sins rise up to heaven,

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And countless is their host;
But Christ Himself hath given,
And paid the mighty cost:

Since then on Him my sins were laid,
Of hell and all its torments,
I am no more afraid.

Henceforth my heart shall bless
Thee

Whilst here its pulses move;
Its songs of praise address Thee
For all Thy dying love:

Thy wrongs and last deep agony
Shall be my meditation

Till I am called to Thee.

Lord, let Thy bitter passion
My soul with strength inspire
To flee with indignation

All sinful, low desire:

Ah! never would I, Lord, forget
The greatness of that ransom

Which paid my endless debt.
Should earthly griefs assail me,
If need be, shame and scorn,
Let patience never fail me

To bear as Thou hast borne:

Grant that the world I may forsake,
And Thee for my example,

Oh! may I daily take.

Still let me do to others

As Thou hast done to me,
And look on all as brothers,
Their willing servant be:

O may I never seek my own,
But help as Thou hast helped,
With purest love alone.

At length when I am bidden
With all things here to part,
The wounds in which I'm hidden
Speak peace into my heart:

Relying then upon Thy blood,
O give me full assurance
That I shall see my God.

J. Gesenius, 1646

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2 Though Satan's wrath beset our path,
And worldly scorn assail us,
While Thou art near we will not fear,
Thy strength shall never fail us:
Thy rod and staff shall keep us safe,
And guide our steps forever;
Nor shades of death, nor hell beneath,
Our souls from Thee shall sever.

3 In all the strife of mortal life
Our feet shall stand securely;
Temptation's hour shall lose its power,
For Thou shalt guard us surely.
O God, renew, with heavenly dew,
Our body, soul, and spirit,
Until we stand at Thy right hand,
Through Jesus' saving merit.

J. Magdeburg, 1572, et al.

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