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That would not bend to God alone,
And all the world forsake? 5 Forsake, as he advis'd,
Obey his pleasing rule,
Be buried from the world?
CHRIST CRUCIFIED. 12. C. M. Wesley's Coll.
Christ Crucified. BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind, 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.
Receive my soul, he cries;
He bows his head and dies!
And in full glory shine;
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Hark! his expiring groans arise! See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide!
And could the sun behold the deed?
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?
To warm this cold, this stupid heart,
14 C. M. Watts. Godly sorrow arising from Christ's sufferings. A
LAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die! Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I ? 2 Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,
Ånd 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!
And shut his glories in,
For man the creature's sin.
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
, Expiring on th' accursed tree,
And weltering in his blood.
2 Behold a purple torrent run
Down from his hands and head;
His groans awake the dead. 3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky,
Proclaim the truth aloud ;
This is the Son of God! 4 So great, so vast a sacrifice,
May well my hopes revive;
The sinner sure may live.
Might draw me, Lord, to thee! Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine ; Thine it shall ever be.
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The purple streams run down!
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 lightning 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.
When he beheld that blood,
"This is the Son of God?"
6 Now let me lift my weeping eyes,
And to the cross repair ;
And find salvation there.
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Hast thou forsaken me?
And prest my Saviour sore?
From every opening pore?
His hands and side they wound,
And wet the purple ground.
Roll'd back the flood of day;
Might take my sins away.
I never can relieve;
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stood; 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.
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He sought and found relief.
With his expiring breath
And gives the conquering faith.
From all thy sufferings free,
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The Saviour's agony.
In agonizing pain.
Till I shall yonder go;
And prayed with fervour too.
The angels hover round;
It dropt upon the ground.
Almighty, suffering Lord,
Remove this painful load.
Let human bosoms meht; This is a part of what it costs
To rescue souls from guilt.