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That would not bend to God alone,
5 Forsake, as he advis'd,
CHRIST CRUCIFIED. 12. C. M. Wesley's Coll. Christ Crucified.
the Saviour of mankind,
Nail'd to the shameful tree! How vast the love that him inclin'd To bleed and die for me!
2 Hark! how he groans, while nature shakes,
The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
3 Tis done; the precious ransom's paid;
See, where he bows his sacred head,
4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain.
And in full glory shine;
O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
13. L. M. Steele.
A dying Saviour. Mark xv. 29-38.
STRETCH'D on the cross, the Saviour dies; Hark! his expiring groans arise! See, from his hands, his feet, his side, Runs down the sacred crimson tide! 2 Did Christ the Lord, for sinners bleed! And could the sun behold the deed? No! he withdrew his splendid ray, And darkness veil'd the mourning day. 3 Can I survey this scene of woe, Where mingling grief and wonder flow,
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
4 Come, dearest Lord! thy grace impart,
14. C. M. Watts.
Godly sorrow arising from Christ's sufferings. ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my
die! Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I?
2 Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,
3 Was it for crimes that I had done
4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in,
When God the mighty Maker died,
5 Thus might I hide my blushing face
6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
15. C. M. Stennett.
YONDER, amazing sight! I see
2 Behold a purple torrent run
Down from his hands and head; The crimson tide puts out the sun, His groans awake the dead.
3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky, Proclaim the truth aloud; And, with th' amaz'd centurion, cry, "This is the Son of God!"
4 So great, so vast a sacrifice,
5 0, that these cords of love divine Might draw me, Lord, to thee! Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine; Thine it shall ever be.
16. C. M.
The effects of Christ's death.
HE dies, the mighty Saviour dies!
The purple streams run down!
2 The heavenly harps remain'd unstrung, In silence laid aside,
While "on the cross the Saviour hung,
3 His groans awake the sleeping dead,
And when to death he bow'd his head,
4 Well might the sun withdraw his ray, Earth to its centre heave,
And darkness clothe the mourning day,
5 Well might the Roman soldier say, When he beheld that blood, And felt the earth beneath give way, 16 This is the Son of God!"
6 Now let me lift my weeping eyes,
The cross of woe, where Jesus dies,
17. C. M.
Sin the cause of Christ's pain.
My God! my God! O tell me, why
2 Was it my sin that caus'd that frown,
That made the crimson flood run down
3 Yes, they transfix'd and tore his feet,
4 They threw a cloud around the God,
That those dear streams of precious blood
5 The pains that I have caus'd thee, Lord, I never can relieve;
But, yielding to thy sacred word,
18. L. M. Watts.
Christ's death and resurrection.
E dies! the heavens in mourning stood; He rises, and appears a God; Behold the Lord ascending high, No more to bleed, no more to die.
2 Hence, and for ever, from my heart, I bid my doubts and fears depart;" And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.
19. C. M.
Godly sorrow of the dying thief w
W was soften'd into grief;
Touch'd by the Saviour's dying groan,
2 Remember me, the sinner cries,
3 Now in thy kingdom, Saviour, God,
20. C. M.
The Saviour's agony.
YOME, and behold the Lamb of God,
2 Stay here and watch, he meekly said,
And there he knelt, and bow'd his head,
3 And as he knelt and prayed to God, The angels hover round;
But could not stay the crimson flood,
4 Methinks I hear them whispering say
5 Be silent! all ye heavenly hosts,