2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

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

When Christ, the Lord of glory, died
For man the creature's sin.

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

5 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.

A-men.

I

WHEN

HEN I survey the wondrous cross,
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

A-men.

ROCKINGHAM. L. M.

L. Mason.

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THE sweet wonders of that cross,
Where my Redeemer loved, and died!
Her noblest life my spirit draws

From his dear wounds, and bleeding side.

2 I would forever speak his name,

In sounds to mortal ears unknown;
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at his Father's throne.

A-men.

2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above,
Repentance to impart,

Give me, through thy dying love,
The humble, contrite heart;
Speak the reconciling word

And let thy mercy melt me down;
Turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

3 Look, as when thy languid eye
Was closed, that we might live.
Look, as when thy dying cry
Arose to God, 'Forgive.'

Surely, with that dying word,

He turns, and looks, and cries ''Tis done.'

O my bleeding, loving Lord,

This breaks my heart of stone.

A-men.