Matthew 3: But our whole race to Christ unite

But our whole race to Christ unite;
And by His Spirit join'd
Thou wilt eternally delight
In all the ransom'd kind.

Father, in Thy beloved Son
Thou art well-pleased, in Christ alone
Thou find'st Thy joy supreme;
Yet doth Thy soul in man delight,
If loving faith to Christ unite,
And make us parts of Him.

Not one of our rebellious race
Could e'er obtain Thy pardoning grace
Or good from Thee receive,
Hadst Thou not Him on all bestow'd.
That all who trust the dying God
Might in Thy favour live!

That Thou may'st kindly smile on me.
Father I bring Thy Son to Thee,
WiAi Him approach Thy throne:
His death my powerful plea I make.
Accept me for the only sake
Of Thy beloved Son.

Nothing I ask but in His name.
Nothing but through His merits claim.
Who pleads my cause above:
My feeble prayers to His I join;
Regard my Advocate Divine,
And mc in Jesus love.

Who in His Spirit walk and live,
My works as Jesu's works receive.
And all I have and am,
With Him, that all my works hath wrought,
With Him, that gives my every thought,
Mysteriously the same.
Father, Thy heavenly voice I own,
Propitious through Thy favourite Son
I know Thou art to me:
Clothed with His blood and righteousness,
Accepted in His v/orth, I bless
Thy gracious Majesty.
But did He not our nature take,
Thy grace and favour for His sake
That every soul might find?
To Jesus our whole race unite.
And then eternally delight
In all the ransom'd kind.
T/ien was Jesus led ttp of the Spirit, 'c. — w. i.

Conscious of our infirmity.
We wisely from the world retreat.
The hazardous temptation flee,
And shun the shock we dread to meet
But Jesus to the desert goes,
For us to conquer all our foes.

He wears our feeble flesh, within
Full of His own almighty grace.
Divinely sure the fight to win.
Himself exposes in our place,
That we on all our foes may tread
Already vanquish'd by our Head.