That would not bend to God alone,
And all the world forsake?

5 Forsake, as he advis'd,
Obey his pleasing rule,
And, like our Pattern, be baptiz'd,
Be buried from the world?

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,
And earth's strong pillars bend!

The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.

3 Tis done; the precious ransom's paid;
Receive my soul, he cries;

See, where he bows his sacred head,
He bows his head and dies!

4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain.

And in full glory shine;

O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine!

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,
Insensible to love or pain?

4 Come, dearest Lord! thy grace impart,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart,
Till all its powers and passions move
In melting grief and ardent love.

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,
And bathed in its own blood,
While all expos'd to wrath divine,
The glorious sufferer stood.

3 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in,

When God the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature's sin.

5 Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.

6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
"Tis all that I can do.

15. C. M. Stennett.
The attraction of the Cross. John xii. 32.

YONDER, amazing sight! I see

Th'
Expiring on th' accursed tree,
And weltering in his blood.

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,
May well my hopes revive;
If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,
The sinner sure may live.

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!
He closes his resplendent eyes!
All nature seems to mourn.

2 The heavenly harps remain'd unstrung, In silence laid aside,

While "on the cross the Saviour hung,
And wept, and bled, and died."

3 His groans awake the sleeping dead,
Like light'ning Satan fell,

And when to death he bow'd his head,
He shook the powers of hell.

4 Well might the sun withdraw his ray, Earth to its centre heave,

And darkness clothe the mourning day,
And all creation grieve.

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,
And to the cross repair;

The cross of woe, where Jesus dies,
And find salvation there.

17. C. M.

Sin the cause of Christ's pain.
HARK! 'tis the dying Saviour's cry
Upon Mount Calvary;

My God! my God! O tell me, why
Hast thou forsaken me?

2 Was it my sin that caus'd that frown,
And prest my Saviour sore?

That made the crimson flood run down
From every opening pore?

3 Yes, they transfix'd and tore his feet,
His hands and side they wound,
Till streams of blood each other meet,
And wet the purple ground.

4 They threw a cloud around the God,
Roll'd back the flood of day;

That those dear streams of precious blood
Might take my sins away.

5 The pains that I have caus'd thee, Lord, I never can relieve;

But, yielding to thy sacred word,
Myself to thee I give.

18. L. M. Watts.

Christ's death and resurrection.

HE

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
HEN Jesus died, a suffering one

W was soften'd into grief;

Touch'd by the Saviour's dying groan,
He sought and found relief.

2 Remember me, the sinner cries,
With his expiring breath;
The glorious Saviour lifts his eyes,
And gives the conquering faith.

3 Now in thy kingdom, Saviour, God,
From all thy sufferings free,
Look from the place of thine abode,
And, O remember me.

20. C. M.

The Saviour's agony.

YOME, and behold the Lamb of God,
The Lamb for sinners slain;
Kneeling beneath your guilty load,
In agonizing pain.

2 Stay here and watch, he meekly said,
Till I shall yonder go;

And there he knelt, and bow'd his head,
And prayed with fervour too.

3 And as he knelt and prayed to God, The angels hover round;

But could not stay the crimson flood,
It dropt upon the ground.

4 Methinks I hear them whispering say
Almighty, suffering Lord,
Be pleas'd to teach us how we may
Remove this painful load.›

5 Be silent! all ye heavenly hosts,
Let human bosoms melt;
This is a part of what it costs
To rescue souls from guilt.