Come, let us go and die with him

1 Come let us go and die with him,
Who was content to die for us;
Let's wound and crucify those Sins
That nail'd our Saviour to the Cross.
May holy Indignation raise
A just Revenge in ev'ry Breast!
May ev'ry Soul the JESUS loves,
The very thoughts of Sin detest!

2 Hence all ye viprous Brood of Vice,
That bring a Train of endless Woes;
O how I hate you mortally,
As mine, and as my Saviour's Foes!
Hence all your vain deluding Arts,
Which the unwary soul beguile;
These have no Charms for one that sees
Redeeming Mercy on him smile.

3 My Robes, when wash'd in sacred Blood,
Shall I again with Blots deface?
My Soul, by Grace advanc'd to Heav'n,
Shall I again to Hell debase?
Prevent me O almighty Grace!
Nor let me e'er so treacherous prove,
To crucify my Lord afresh,
And render Hate for all his Love!

4 His Life the Model he of mine;
His Word the Rule to guide my Ways;
His Cross the Death of all my Crimes;
His Love the Subject of my Praise.

Source: The Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithfully translated into English Metre: being the New-England Psalm-Book, revised and improved... (2nd ed.) #XXXIV