CERTAIN
MEDITATIONS
UPON
JUSTIFICATION
By Christ alone.
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1 THe News is good, Christ shed his Blood,
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Our peace is made in Heaven;
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2 And now He's gone, up to His Throne,
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All Power to him is given.
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3 Shall Sin or Hell, God's People quell,
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Or ever keep them under;
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4 Lo, Christ hath dy'd, Sin Crucified,
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And Hell-Bars rent assunder.
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5 Our Glorie's great, we are Compleat,
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In Gods Free-Love we stand;
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6 We are on High, Exalted by
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Christs own Victorious Hand.
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7 We once were Lost, to Hell did Post,
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But God in Mercie Found us;
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8 And now he hath, taught us Lifes Path,
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And with his Glory Crownd us.
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9 The Blood of Christ, our Great High-Priest,
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Which once for us was Shed;
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10 Hath Purg'd the Blot, and Cleans'd the Spot,
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Wherewith we were bespread.
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11 A Glorious Change, a Wonder Strange,
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That Sin should not Defile;
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12 And those appear, as Christ, most Dear,
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Who once did seem so Vile.
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13 All things Behind, are out of Mind,
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The Saints are made Divine;
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14 Fixt in the Love, of God above,
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In Glory they do shine.
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15 None are so Dear, nor yet so Near,
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With God they are made One;
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16 Who now doth see them such to be,
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As is his onely Son.
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17 Christ is our Guide, we cannot Slide,
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Or ever Fall away;
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18 Our State is sure, and must indure,
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Though all things else decay.
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19 Then let's be Bold, our Heads uphold,
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The Time is drawing nigh;
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20 Where we shall Reign, and eak Remain,
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With Christ Eternally.
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21 Let all Base Fears, and Needless Cares,
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Out of our Mind remove;
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22 With speed let's flye, to God on High,
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And dwell with him above.
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23 Where we shall be from all Fears Free,
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Which here do us Annoy;
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24 And then Possest of Perfect Rest,
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In our Dear Saviours Joy.
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25 Which to Obtain, let us Remain,
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Doing our Fathers Will;
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26 Waiting the day, when He shall say,
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Come, Children, Take your Fill.
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27 All is your own, to Feast upon,
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Your Father hath to give;
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28 Your Glass is Run, your Work is Done,
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In Pleasure you shall Live.
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29 No more Dejected, Faith's * Neglected,
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To which now bid Fare-well;
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30 And Welcome Love, that Grace above,
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Which onely doth Excel.
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31 Now Faith doth Cease, Love shall Increase,
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In Fulness of Degree;
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32 By which we shall, appear to all,
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Perfect, like Christ to be.
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