April 1770 [T’was Jesus dye’d to save]

T’was Jesus dye’d to save

From all y^e guilt of sin

Fix’d was the time to bear

The misery they were in

But O amazing Love

The Saviour here display’d

He left his throne above

For rebels lost and dead

Dead in their sins before.

They now look up with joy

And humbly prostrate adore

While praise their tongues employ

O may I trust alone

In thy atoning blood

Seek for those joys unknown

W^ch Center in my God

Text: Attwater Papers, acc. 76, I. A.2, Angus Library, Regent’s Park College, Oxford; also Whelan, Nonconformist Women Writers, vol. 4, p. 201.