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5 that I thus could always feel ! 12 His flesh istorn with whips and nails; Lord, more and more thy love reveal! His strength decays, his spirit fails : Then my glad tongue shall loud pro- His side is pierc'd, his heart is broke: The grace and glory of thy name.(claim Our sins upon himself he took. 6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear, 3 The thieves expiring on each side Revives
my heart and charms mine ear; Proclaim the crimes for which they dy’d: Affords a balm for ev'ry wound, But what, dear Saviour, hast thou done? And Satan trembles at the sound, Thou dyd'st for sin, but not thine own.
4 Jesus, and didst thou bleed for me?
O great, O boundless mystery !
head in deep amaze, BEHOLD the loving Son of God And silently adore thy grace.
Stretch'd out upon the tree; Behold him shed his precious blood,
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T. 582. you 2 Why is his body rack'd with pains, Go forth in spirit, go And wrung with keenest smart?
To Calv'ry's holy mount; Why flows the blood from all his veins, See there thy Friend between two
Why torn with grief his heart? Sufl'ring on thy account. [thieves, 3 All righteousness did he fulfil, 2 Fall at his cross's foot, No sin did ever know ;
And say, " My God and Lord, He never thought nor.acted ill; Here let me dwell, and view those Why was he wounded so?
Which life for me procur’d.” 4 Alas! I know the reason why: Our num'rous sins he bore;
3 Fix on that face thine eye ; This caus'd his bitter agony,
Why dost thou backward shrink? This wounded him so sore.
What a base rebel thou hast been
To Christ, thou now dost think. 5. But hence our confidence begins; For we may boldly say,
4 Fear not; for this is he That thus, by bearing all our sins,
Who always loves us first, He took them all away.
And with white robes of righteousness
Delights to deck the worst, 6 Our God is fully reconcil'd,
5 Or art thou at a loss His justice satisfy'd;
What thou to him shalt say?
Be but sincere, and all thy case
Just as it is display. 7 Come then, ye needy sinners, come, 6 His blood thy cause will plead,
If ye accept, he'll give;
Thy plaintive cry he'll hear,
Look with an eye of pity down,
And grant thee all thy pray'r,
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BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind His bleeding hands, his bleeding feet,
Nail'd to the shameful tree; Declare his love divinely great. How vast the love that him inclin'd F 2
To bleed and die for thee!
2 Hark how he groans! while nature Th'incarnate God for me hath dy'd;
And earth’s strong pillars bend;(shakes, My Lord, my Love is crucify'd!
2 Behold him, all ye that pass by, The solid marbles rend.
The bleeding Princeoflife and peace! 3 'Tisdone! the precious ransom's paid, Come see, ye worms, your Maker die,
“ 'Tis finish'd !” Jesus cries; And say, was ever grief like his! Behold he bows his sacred head, Come feel, with me, his blood apply'd:
He bows his head, and dies, My Lord, my Love is crucify'd! 4 Salvation thus did he obtain, 3 Is crucify'd for me and you, O mystery divine!
To bring us rebels back to God; O Lamb of God, was ever pain, Believe, believe the record true, Was ever love like thine!
Ye all are bought with Jesus' blood:
Pardon for all flows from his side; 110. T, 22.
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd ! THE cross, the cross, O that's my gain, 4 Then let us sit beneath his cross, Because on that the Lamb was slain ; 'Twas there my Lord was crucify'd,
And gladly catch the healing stream, 'Twas there my Saviour for me dy'd.
All things for him account but loss,
And all give up our hearts to him: 2 The stony heart dissolves in tears,
O may we nothing know beside
112. T. 11. Upon the Friend of singers vile;
LET me dwell on Golgotha,
Weep and love my life away!
While I see him on the tree 4 Here I behold, as in a glass,
Weep, and bleed, and die, for me! God's glory, with unveiled face; And by beholding, I shall be
2 That dear blood, for sinners spilt, Made like to Him who loved me.
Show's my sin in all its guilt ;
Ah! my soul, he bore thy load; 5 Here is an ensign on a hill,
Thou hast slain the Lamb of God. Come hither, sinners, look your fill; To look aside, is pain and loss;
3 Hark! his dying word : “ Forgive, I glory only in the cross.
Father, let the sinner live;
Sinner, wipe thy tears away,
grace reveald, Ye wounded, look on him and live.
And obtain my pardon seald,
All my soft affections move, 7 No flaming sword doth guard the place, Waken’d by the force of love. Thecross of Christ proclaims free grace: All pilgrims who would heaven win, 5. Farewell world, thy gold is dross, By Jesus' cross must enter in,
Now I see the blood-stain's cross;
Jesus dy'd to set me free ill. T. 96. From the law, and sin, and thee! O Love divine, what hast thou done! 6: He hath dearly bought my soul ;
Th’incarnate God hath dy'd for me! Lord, accept, and claim the whole ! T! - Father's co-eternal Son
To thy will I all resign, all my sins upon the tree : Now, no more my own, but thinc.
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Now freely floweth I Kneel in spirit at my.
On him, who Jesus knoweth
Our souls rejoice at this; 2 I, sinful worm, with awe before him with hearts enlarged, bow,
[view : We see our debt discharged, While I the deep unfathom'd myst'ry Our ransom paid. ill: Poor man must highly valu'd be indeed, 5 O sing again, For whom so great a ransom-price was paid.
Sing still in higher strain
[maintain, Unto the Lamb once slain ;
Creator for my sins was slain: Praise, thanks and adoration,
THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood 114. T. 232.
Drawn from Immanuel's veins ;
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood BEHOLD, my soul, the Lamb of God
Lose all their guilty stains. Baptiz’dwith tears,andsweat, and blood, 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see Spent, comfortless, forsaken:
That fountain in his day; See, how he bows his head and dies,
And there have I, as vile as he, While to the world the sun denies Wash'd all my sins away.
His light, and rocks are shaken. My dear Redeemer, let thy smart
3 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream, Subdue cold and lifeless heart;
Thy flowing wounds supply, my Teach me thy dying love to know,
Redeeming love hath been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
4 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, Lord, to be thine,
I'll sing thy pow'r to save; Till I in death my soul resign.
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring
Lies silent in the grave. [tongue 115.* T. 588.
1. 151. "TIS finish'd now,
THY blood so dear and precious, Salvation's finish'd now!
Love made thee shed for me; Redeemed sinners bow,
O may I now, dear Jesus, Adore and wonder,
Love thee most fervently: That earth and heaven's Founder May the divine impression
2 Now sinks in death.
Of thy atoning death,
And all thy bitter passion, By faith look
Ne'er leave me while I've breath. and
up see, His heart was pierc'd for thee;
118.* T. 583. The Rock of ages,
[God I see, Whose stream thy thirst assuages, WHENE’ER the suffʻring Lamb of Was rent for thee. :ll;
It raiseth grief and joy alternately; 3 The precious flood
Grief, since I caus'd him all his bitter Of water and of blood,
pain, Of sin-atoning blood,
Joy, since thereby helife for me did gain,
:ll: 2. Look up
12 All the pains and sorrows ALL hail ! thou Lamb of God,
He endured for us;
All the tears he shed,
When he in the garden,
Bearing our sin's burden,
In soul's anguish pray’d:
Yea, each part of toil and smart Spit upon, crown'd with thorn,
In my soul excites a motion
To intense devotion.
3 Soul, from toil reposing, Sinners, sinners,
Languid eyes, just closing, Ah! behold the Man !
Side, pierc'd with a spear; Sinners, sinners,
Limbs, to pain inured, Ah! behold the Man!
Feet, for me thro' bored,
Hands, the nails did tear ; 2 Bearing the cross's weight, Thou mountest Calv'ry's height,
Head, by right divinely bright, I weeping follow thee,
Crown'd with pointed thorns& bruised, For all is done for me,
Spit on and abused; For me, thine enemy y!
4. Breast, which heaves with sorrows; All hail! as in stead,
Back, plough'd o'er with furrows, Thou, a sin-off'ring made,
From the scourges sore; In torments bow'st thy head; Arms, in pain extended, Thanks for thy pierced side!
Shoulders, raw and wounded, Sinners, sinners,
Hair distain'd with gore; All ye who pass by,
Sacred Lips, in death how pale ! Hearken, hearken,
Jesus Christ, thy bitter passion Mark his dying cry!
Prompts my adoration. 3 “ 'Tis finish'd," Jesus cries,
5 Lamb of God, thus dearest He bows his head, and dies;
Thou to me appearest; The vail is rent in twain,
O might I each breath Burst is the captive's chain,
Spend, while here I'm living,
In praise and thanksgiving
A poor sinner still I am,
Ah! behold me with compassion, O glorious sacrifice !
Grant me consolation.
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MET around the sacred tomb, Saviour, God and Lord!
Friends of Jesus, why those tears? Midst this sad sepulchral gloom
Shall HAPPY meditation
He will soon, ev'n as he said,
Rise triumphant from the dead.
2 Hidden from all ages past What a feeling blessed,
Was the cross's mystery, At such times I have,
Doubts awhile a veil had cast
O'er that first dear family;
And as Lord and God receiv'd.
faith give way
3 Now with tears of love and joy, 2 For worthless me (O Godlike conWe remember all his pain,
descension !) Sighs and groans and dying cry;
The Maker of creation's boundless For the Lamb for us was slain, sphere, And, from death our souls to save,
Whom all celestial hosts as Lord revere, Once for us lay in the grave.
Whose pow'r divine is past their com4. Hither, sinners, all repair,
Became a man, my guilty soul to save, And with Jesus Christ be dead,
And rests from labor in the silent grave, All are safe from Satan's snare, Who to Jesus' tomb have fled;
3 Here is the place where weary'souls Here the
may tarry ; Find a never-ending rest.
Tho' near the dead, death can no pow's *5 Wounded Saviour, full of grace, assume,
Hast thou suffer'd thus for me? For life, eternal life rests in this tomb. Ah! I hide my blushing face ;
Come then, my pardon'd soul, with How have I requited thee?
[sleep; Should not I with ardor burn Behold thy wearied Master sweetly Some love's token to return?
Admire his matchless love, adore and
weep. 6 But alas, the spark how small !
Scarcely seen at all to glow; 4. I view in thee, thou wan and manLord, thou know'st how short I fall, gled body,
And my growth in grace how slow; My Lord, Redeemer, Priest and SacriYet when to thy cross I fly,
fice, Soon all strange affections die. The Bread of life, the Pearl of greatest 7 In thy death is all my trust,
price, I have thee my refuge made,
My soul's Belov'd, the Fairest, white And when once consign'd to dust,
and ruddy, In the tomb my body's laid,
The promis'd Seed, the Lord our Then with saved souls above
Righteousness, I will praise thy dying love.
The long-predicted Lamb and Prince 8 But while here I'm left behind, Burden'd with infirmity,
5 Here will I stay, engag'd in contemMay I help and comfort find,
plation Visiting Gethsemane,
On my Redeemer's agony and death; Calvary and Joseph's tomb,
This shall increase and fix my wav'ring Till my sabbath's also come.
faith In thee, the Finisher of my salvation;
Yea, in my soul and body mortify 122. T. 114
The sins which did my Jesus crucify. NOW haste, my soul, with awe and 6 Thou Lord of life ! fix thou
soul deep devotion,
and senses To Joseph's tomb, thy Saviour to behold On thee, the dearest object of my heart; Laid in the dust, his body paleand cold. That when from this vain world I shall Ah! in thy stead he drank death's bit- depart, ter potion :
And when the awful scene of death He as a lamb was wounded, bruis’d and commences, slain,
I may resign my spirit unto thee, For thee eternal happiness to gain, And in thy presence live eternally.