I reioyced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord. (Psalme 122:1 Geneva Bible)

HYMN 9, S. M.
The Spirit, the water, and the blood.
1 John v. 6.
by Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

et all our tongues be one
To praise our God on high,
Who from his bosom sent his Son
To fetch us strangers nigh.

Nor let our voices cease
To sing the Savior’s name;
Jesus, th’ ambassador of peace,
How cheerfully he came!

It cost him cries and tears
To bring us near to God;
Great was our debt, and he appears
To make the payment good.

My Savior’s pierced side
Poured out a double flood;
By water we are purified,
And pardoned by the blood.

Infinite was our guilt,
But he, our Priest, atones;
On the cold ground his life was spilt,
And offered with his groans.

Look up, my soul, to him
Whose death was thy desert,
And humbly view the living stream
Flow from his breaking heart.

There, on the cursed tree,
In dying pangs he lies,
Fulfils his Father’s great decree,
And all our wants supplies.

Thus the Redeemer came
By water and by blood;
And when the Spirit speaks the same,
We feel his witness good.

While the eternal Three
Bear their record above,
Here I believe he died for me,
And seal my Savior’s love.

Lord, cleanse my soul from sin
Nor let thy grace depart;
Great Comforter, abide within,
And witness to my heart.

—from The Psalms & Hymns of Isaac Watts. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book III: Prepared for the Holy Ordinance of the Lord's Supper (Soli Deo Gloria, 1997).

salme 142 (Geneva Bible)
A Psalme of Dauid, to giue instruction, and a prayer, when he was in the caue.

1 I cryed vnto the Lord with my voyce: with my voyce I prayed vnto the Lord.
2 I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.
3 Though my spirit was in perplexitie in me, yet thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked, haue they priuily layde a snare for me.
4 I looked vpon my right hand, and beheld, but there was none that would knowe me: all refuge failed me, and none cared for my soule.
5 Then cryed I vnto thee, O Lord, and sayde, thou art mine hope, and my portion in the land of the liuing.
6 Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.
7 Bring my soule out of prison, that I may prayse thy Name: then shal the righteous come about me, when thou art beneficiall vnto me.

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