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BOOK I. 4 Bless d inhabitants of Zion, Wash d in the Redeemer s blood ! Jesus, whom their souls relj on, Makes them kings and priests to God ; Tis his love his people raises Over self to reign as kings, And as priests his solemn praises Each for a thank-off ring brings.

5 Saviour, if of Z ion s city I through grace a member am, Let the world deride or pity I will glory in thy name : Fading is the worldling s pleasure, All his boasted pomp and show ; Solid joys and lasting treasure None but Zion s children know.

1 As the serpent raised by Moses Heal d the burning serpent s bite, Jesus thus himself discloses To the wounded sinner s sight : Hear his gracious invitation, &quot; I have life and peace to give, I have wrought out full salvation ; Sinner, look to me and live.

2 &quot; Pore upon your sins no longer, Well I know their mighty guilt ; But my love than death is stronger, I my blood have freely spilt: Though your heart has long been harden d, Look on me it soft shall grow ; Past transgressions shall be pardon d, And I ll wash you white as snow.

3 &quot; I have seen what you were doing, Though you little thought of me ; You were madly bent on ruin, But I said It shall not be :