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.