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3163.
[We that are Christ's, have crucified]
They that are Christ's have crucified the, &c.
—v. 24.
We that are Christ's, have crucified
The flesh, the rebel man within,
Passion, and appetite, and pride,
And all the brood of inbred sin;
The Adam old (the selfish love)
By faith we nail'd him to the tree,
From whence he never shall remove,
But bleed to death, O Lord, with Thee.
The flesh, the rebel man within,
Passion, and appetite, and pride,
And all the brood of inbred sin;
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By faith we nail'd him to the tree,
From whence he never shall remove,
But bleed to death, O Lord, with Thee.
In vain for a reprieve he cries,
And groans, and struggles to be freed;
In vain his subtlest art he tries,
And feigns himself already dead:
To make us boast the conflict o'er,
He seems to gasp his latest breath,
And stirs in novices no more,
And dies at once a sudden death.
And groans, and struggles to be freed;
In vain his subtlest art he tries,
And feigns himself already dead:
To make us boast the conflict o'er,
He seems to gasp his latest breath,
And stirs in novices no more,
And dies at once a sudden death.
But taught of God, we surely know,
The man of desperate wickedness
Shall weaker still and weaker grow,
And lingering die by slow degrees;
The Adam old, we dare believe,
Shall hang with Christ transfix'd and fast,
A thousand mortal wounds receive,
Till perfect grace inflict the last.
The man of desperate wickedness
Shall weaker still and weaker grow,
And lingering die by slow degrees;
The Adam old, we dare believe,
Shall hang with Christ transfix'd and fast,
A thousand mortal wounds receive,
Till perfect grace inflict the last.
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