loved,

[zeal, Or paint that strong and fervent With which his tender heart was moved,

When he sustain'd the pangs of hell.

2 Beside him we will nothing know, All things account for him but loss: Our hearts with love to him shall

We'll glory only in his cross: [glow,
He is the hungry sinner's food,
His goodness we desire to taste;
When we enjoy his flesh and blood,
It proves to us a heavenly feast.

3 Thy wounds present to our faith's
eye;
[breast:
Their influence shed within our
Lord, let no stranger with thee vie,
Let sin be wholly dispossess'd;
Free from the law's condemning

power,

SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,

Which before the cross I spend;
Life and health and peace possessing
From the sinner's dying friend.
2 Here I'll sit for ever viewing
Mercy's streams in streams of blood,
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.
3 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Beaming from his languid eye.
4 Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the cross I gaze;
Love I much? I've more forgiven,
I'm a miracle of grace.

5 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
6 May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go: [healing,
Prove his wounds each day more
And himself more fully know.

TO earth no longer cleaving,

I look to Jesus' cross;
All this world's trifles leaving,

For him count all things loss,
Who underwent such racking pain,
Distress of soul, and anguish,
Vile sinners to regain.

2 I'm lost in deepest wonder,
When I am led to trace
His dying love, and ponder

How he, by giving up his breath,
On his amazing grace;
Procured life and salvation
For rebels doom'd to death.

3 Grace through the blood of Jesus,
The contrite soul's delight!
Nought else on earth could please us,
Should we of this lose sight,
And could we not, thro' mercy free,
Our worthless names engraven
In Jesus' nail-prints see.

4 Oh! were his death impressed
On us indelibly,

Our lot would be most blessed;
How can we happier be,
Than when his rod and staff impart
True joy and consolation
Unto the needy heart?

In his atoning passion

I find true happiness;
I'm now content on earth to live,
Since to my unseen Saviour
Through grace by faith I cleave.

2 Nought but my Saviour's passion
Can purify the heart,
And bid the infatuation

Of world and sin depart: The very thought is then abhorr'd, That I those things should cherish Which crucified our Lord.

3 O Lamb of God tormented, Thy pain and anguish sore Have me to thee cemented,

And bound for evermore; Whoe'er relies on thee alone, Will safely be conducted, Until his race is run.

4 I trust in Jesus' merit,

My life flows from his death;
And doth his holy Spirit

Before the eye of faith
My crucified Redeemer paint,
I am through grace establish'd
Firm in his covenant.

IF to me experience had not proved What surpasseth human thought, That my Saviour, by compassion moved,

With his blood my pardon bought, I had spent my days in anxious grieving; [ing, But, to him be praise, I now believ. In my Lord, by faith receive Comforts, which the world can't give.

2 O what blessings are from Jesus' passion

And atoning death derived! I refuse all other consolation, If of these I am deprived;

But no sooner doth his blood bedew me,

And impart its healing virtue to me, Than my soul, though sunk in grief, Is restored, and finds relief.

3 When my Jesus from the cross complacent

Casts on me a look of love,

BY faith to Jesus cleaving,
In him, my Lord, believing,
Like Thomas I can trace him,
And from the heart confess him.
2 With grateful heart's sensation
I own, that when his passion,
His cross and death are named,
My soul is then inflamed.

3 From death to life he raised
My soul-his name be praised:
Now I'm regenerated,

And all is new-created.

4 The eye of faith he giveth,
Which sight of him receiveth:
An ear, to hear with pleasure
His word, that sacred treasure.
5 He graciously conducts me,
The Holy Ghost instructs me
To understand more fully
His mind, and know him truly.
6 From Jesus' blood and merit
I gain new life and spirit,
Strength, joy, and consolation.
Forgiveness, grace, salvation,
7 My spirit him embraces,
He all my wants redresses,
I in his love's fruition
Am happy without vision.
8 Am I, of him possessed,
What joys shall I be tasting,
Already here so blessed,
When in his presence resting.

THANKS be to thee, thou slaughter'd Lamb.

For thy eternal love and favour; We sinful worms with humble shame

Acknowledge thee our only Sa. viour;

For us thy soul was sore dismay'd, For us thy body was tormented, For us thou bow'dst thy sacred head,

Thus by thy death death's power ended:

Now fix our hearts and eyes

On this thy sacrifice;

O that we may forget it never; But be it always clear,

God did in Christ appear.

From judgment us to free for ever.

439.*

T. 97.

THOU Source of love, thou sinner's Friend,

Thy mercy who can comprehend? Who ever can presume to say He loved, ere thou hadst shown the way? (nity, Thou who hast loved us from eterDost raise within us genuine love to thee.

2 Such unexampled, boundless grace Doth fill our souls with deep amaze, That God, who earth and heaven made,

Should be in human flesh array'd, Thereby to save lost man from death and hell, (rebel. Who did so basely 'gainst his Lord

3 Thy love, which always is the

same,

querors prove,

O teach our lips to praise, our hearts to glow,

Our eyes with grateful tears to overflow.

440.*

T. 97. WHOM, dear Redeemer, dost thou love? What doth thy highest pleasure (prove? Whom dost thou favour, cheer, and bless,

And call to endless happiness; Thou, who art holy, great, unchangeable,

The mighty God, yet our Imma. nuel?

2 The answer humble thanks doth claim, (shame: And fills our soul with conscious I will receive thee graciously; I love thee, sinner; come to me, Though thou be sinful, ready to des pair,

Thou shalt my pardon, help, and glory share.

3 What wonder in the soul takes place, (grace; When we survey thy boundless To know our own depraved heart, And thy great name, and what thou art,

And yet to find thee still so gracious prove;

This makes us sink abased with shame and love.

5 Lo, we fall down with filial fear, Conscious that thou art present here;

We humbly laud thy saving name, We sink, abased with humble shame, Almighty God, before thy glorious throne,

And thee our only Lord and Saviour

own.

6 Reach out thy sceptre. King of Let us thy royal favour prove, (love, Who, conscious of our indigence, Approach thy throne with confidence;

are,

And all with one consent declare,
To move thee, Lord, to be so kind:
That in ourselves no good we find
Yet many here with inward rapture
feel

Thy Spirit's unction and assuring

zeal.

5 O ground us deeper still in thee, And let us thy true followers be; And when of thee we testify, Fill thou our souls with heavenly joy: (spire, May thy blest Spirit all our souls inAnd set each cold and lifeless heart on fire.

shown;

For me thou on the accursed tree Didst by thy precious blood atone: Thy death upon my heart impress, That nothing may it thence erase. 20 that my heart, which open stands, (pain, May catch each drop, that tort'ring Arm'd by my sins, wrung from thy hands,

Thy feet, thy head, thy every vein : That still my breast may heave with sighs, (eyes. Still tears of love o'erflow mine

3 O that I like a little child
May follow thee; nor ever rest,
Till sweetly thou hast pour'd thy
mild

And why mind into my breast:
O my I now and ever be

One Spirit, dearest Lord, with thee. 4 What in thy love possess I not? My star by night, my sun by day, My spring of life, when parch'd with drought,

My wine to cheer, my bread to stay, My strength, my shield, my safe abode.

My robe before the throne of God.

From all eternity with love Unchangeable thou me hast view'd; Ere knew this beating heart to move, Thy tender mercies me pursued: Ever with me may they abide, And close me in on every side.

6 In suffering be thy love my peace, In weakness be thy love my power; And when the storms of life shall cease,

Jesus, in that important hour,
In death, as life, be thou my guide,
And save me, who for me hast died.

CHRIST, my Redeemer, Lord and God,

How came I, sinner void of good,

To that blest company Of ransom'd souls, who are in faith United, grounded on thy death?

Why didst thou fix thy choice on me ?

2 To thee, with guilt oppress'd, i cried: (supplied; My prayers were heard, my wants My heart, devoid of faith, Unfeeling, dead in sins before, Now quicken'd by thy mighty power, Glows with love's ardour for thy death.

3 Though I to mercy had no right, Yet I found favour in thy sight,

Like Magdalen at thy feet; So that I now, supremely blest, In thee have found true peace and rest,

Yea, happiness and joy complete.