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HYMN 38.
[We naked once were all, O Lord]
Rom. 14. ult. Put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, make no provision for the flesh, &c.
[The First Part.]
We naked once were all, O Lord,
And loathsom were to see;
Our shame was seen, and vile within,
Till cloathed were by thee.
And loathsom were to see;
Our shame was seen, and vile within,
Till cloathed were by thee.
'Tis true, Lord, once in ancient time
We gloriously were clad;
Our beauty was then in its prime,
Not long we so abode,
We gloriously were clad;
Our beauty was then in its prime,
Not long we so abode,
But we were, Lord, beset with Thieves,
Who tore our Robes away;
And in our blood and nakedness
We a long season lay.
Who tore our Robes away;
And in our blood and nakedness
We a long season lay.
But thou in mercy didst pass by,
And with us fell in love;
Though nothing in us could'st espy
Affections great to move.
And with us fell in love;
Though nothing in us could'st espy
Affections great to move.
Our souls thou didst in the first place
Most graciously wash clean;
And then didst cloath us with thy grace,
Ne're braver Robes were seen.
Most graciously wash clean;
And then didst cloath us with thy grace,
Ne're braver Robes were seen.
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These Garments first by thee were bought,
They cost thee very dear;
And by thy Spirit they are wrought
Most curiously and rare.
They cost thee very dear;
And by thy Spirit they are wrought
Most curiously and rare.
The Second Part.
No Needle-work was e're so fine
Bespangled with Gold,
As is ihe Robe of Righteousness
To all who it behold.
Bespangled with Gold,
As is ihe Robe of Righteousness
To all who it behold.
Thus is thy grace compared, Lord,
With which thou dost adorn
The Souls of thy most blessed Saints,
VVhose Garments once were torn,
With which thou dost adorn
The Souls of thy most blessed Saints,
VVhose Garments once were torn,
And nothing had to cover them,
But filthy Rags so vile,
That thou our Image didst contemn,
Since we thy own did spoil.
But filthy Rags so vile,
That thou our Image didst contemn,
Since we thy own did spoil.
Thus by our Garments we are known,
And those who han't them on,
Thou wilt, O Lord, never such own,
But bid them to be gone.
And those who han't them on,
Thou wilt, O Lord, never such own,
But bid them to be gone.
'Tis thou hast made the difference,
VVe were ill cloath'd as others,
But these have not the preference,
None like our Elder Brother's:
VVe were ill cloath'd as others,
But these have not the preference,
None like our Elder Brother's:
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Ay, that is rich, O Lord, indeed,
Without least spot or stain;
'Tis that keeps off all fiery darts,
And clean it will remain.
Without least spot or stain;
'Tis that keeps off all fiery darts,
And clean it will remain.
But these much comfort to us bring,
And keep us also warm;
We need not fear no pricking thing,
Cold can't do us much harm.
And keep us also warm;
We need not fear no pricking thing,
Cold can't do us much harm.
The Third Part.
They ever do their fashion hold
Most beautiful and fair;
They make all look young when they're old,
Such to thee lovely are.
Most beautiful and fair;
They make all look young when they're old,
Such to thee lovely are.
The longer we these Garments wear,
The better they would be;
For the long use of godliness
Makes us shine splendentlie.
The better they would be;
For the long use of godliness
Makes us shine splendentlie.
Our Garments then let's not defile,
But have them always on;
For we must wear them every day,
Until our lives are done.
But have them always on;
For we must wear them every day,
Until our lives are done.
And then shall we, Lord, cloathed be
With immortality;
In Robes that shine like to the Sun,
Unto eternity.
With immortality;
In Robes that shine like to the Sun,
Unto eternity.
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Come Sinners then, ah! will you buy
Some Cloaths to cover you?
Most rich they are assuredly,
Come, let your own Rags go.
Some Cloaths to cover you?
Most rich they are assuredly,
Come, let your own Rags go.
VVhat is Morality to Grace?
Even like a filthy thing:
Get those Robes on, and take your place
'Mongst Children of the King.
Even like a filthy thing:
Get those Robes on, and take your place
'Mongst Children of the King.
Ye Saints don't you provision make
To satisfie your lust;
But put on Christ, your Garments take,
Because you ready must
To satisfie your lust;
But put on Christ, your Garments take,
Because you ready must
Be all, the Bridegroom to attend;
He comes, he comes, sing praise;
Your Lamps now trim, he will descend,
Make haste without delays.
He comes, he comes, sing praise;
Your Lamps now trim, he will descend,
Make haste without delays.
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