The sinner's hope let men deride: For this we count the world but loss. 2 Inscribed upon the cross we see In shining letters, God is love: He bears our sins upon the tree: He brings us mercy from above. 3 The cross-it takes our guilt away; It holds our fainting spirit up; It cheers with hope the gloomy day, And sweetens every bitter cup. 4 It makes the coward spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for fight; It takes its terror from the grave, And gilds the bed of death with light. 5 The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner's refuge here below, 101 The angels' theme in heaven above. L. M. HEN I survey the wondrous cross Won which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet, 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 102 SACRED Head surrounded 2 I see Thy strength and vigor, O love to sinners free! Oh, turn Thy face on me. Good Shepherd! think of me In Thy dear love confiding, Oh, show Thy cross to me: 7.6. 103 These eyes, new faith receiving, 8.8.7.8.8.7. T the cross her station keeping A Stood the mournful mother weeping, 3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing, Would not share her sorrows deep? 4 For His people's sins chastised, Scourged, and crowned with thorns Saw Him then from judgment taken, 5 Jesu, may her deep devotion Fount of love, Redeemer kind: 104 S May with Thee acceptance find. 8.7. WEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend; Life and health and peace possessing Through the sinner's dying friend. 2 Here I kneel in wonder, viewing Mercy poured in streams of blood; Precious drops, for pardon suing, Make and plead my peace with God. 3 Truly blessèd is the station, Low before His cross to lie, 4 Here I find my hope of heaven, 6 For Thy sorrows I adore Thee, 105 0 L. M. come and mourn with me awhile, And tarry here the cross beside; Oh come, together let us mourn; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 2 Have we no tears to shed for Him, 3 Seven times He spake, seven words of love; 4 O love of God! O sin of man! In this dread act your strength is tried; And victory remains with love; For Thou, our Lord, art crucified! 106 THE STORY OF THE CROSS. IN I.-The Question. N His own raiment clad, By His side. 2 [Heavy that cross to Him, One who will help Him waits 6.4.6.3. |