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Let all thy love, and all thy grief,
Graven on my heart for ever be !
O may I learn from thee, my God;
For those that trample on thy blood.
O’erflow my eyes, and heave my breast, Till loose from flesh and earth I rise,
And ever in thy bosom rest. 194 Darwen—p. 114.] L. M.
YEthat pass by, þehold the Man !
The Man of griefs, condemn’d for you! The Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
Weeping to Calvary pursue ! 2 See! how his back the scourges tear,
While to the bloody pillar bound ! The ploughers make long furrows there,
Till all his body is one wound. 3 Nor can he thus their hate assuage ;
His innocence, to death pursued, Must fully glut their utmost rage :
Hark! how they clamour for his blood ! 4 “To us our own Barabbas give;
Away with him!” (they loudly cry :) “ Away with him, not fit to live,
The vile seducer crucify !" 5 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear,
With nails they fasten to the wood; His sacred limbs, exposed and bare,
Or only cover'd with his blood. 6 See there his temples crown'd with thom, His bleeding hands extended wide,
His streaming feet transfixʼd and torn,
The fountain gushing from his side! 7 Where is the King of glory now!
The everlasting Son of God!
The Almighty faints beneath his load! 8 Beneath my load he faints and dies :
I fill'd his soul with pangs unknown: I caused those mortal groans and cries,
I kill'd the Father's only Son!
195 Limehouse---p. 116.] L. M. O
THOU dear suff’ring Son of God,
How doth thy heart to sinners move ! Help me to catch thy precious blood ;
Help me to taste thy dying love. 2 Give me to feel thy agonies,
One drop of thy sad cup afford; I fain with thee would sympathize,
And share the suff'rings of my Lord. 3 The earth could to her centre quake,
Convulsed, while her Creator died; O let my inmost nature shake,
And die with Jesus crucified ! 4 At thy last gasp
graves display'd Their horrors to the upper skies ; O that my soul might burst the shade,
And, quicken'd by thy death, arise! 5 The rocks could feel thy powerful death,
And tremble, and asunder part : O rend, with thine expiring breath,
The harder marble of my heart !
196 Waterford-p.270.) 11th P.M.76,76,77,76.
The wine-press treads alone :
By his expiring groan :
Nature in convulsion lies;
The great Jehovah dies !
2 O my God, he dies for me,
I feel the mortal smart !
A sight that breaks my heart !
Sinners, ye may love him too;
For one who bled for you..
3 Weep o'er your Desire and Hope,
With tears of humblest love!
And reigns enthroned above !
Power is all to Jesus given;
The immortal King of heaven.
And truth, which never fail ;
Without a dimming veil,
All thy glorious love proclaim,
Our blest triumphant Lamb.
197 Creation—p. 153.] 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.
? How shall I all to heaven aspire ? A slave redeem'd from death and sin,
A brand pluck'd from eternal fire,
Father, which thou to me hast show'd ?
I should be call'd a child of God,
Or basely fear his gifts to own?
Shall I, the hallow'd cross to shun,
And call forth all his hosts to war;
Them and their god alike I dare ;
Groaning beneath your load of sin ;
His open side shall take you in : He calls you now,
invites you home: Come, Oʻmy guilty brethren, come. 6 For you the purple current flow'd,
In pardons from his wounded side; Languish'd for you the Son of God;
For you the Prince of glory died :
Believe, and all your sin 's forgiven :
DAM, descended from above!
In thee let every sinner find.
The debt we to thy Father owed;
And seald the pardon with thy blood. 3 Thee, the paternal grace divine
A universal blessing gave;
A Saviour, every soul to save.
Command the blind thy rays to see :
And set the plaintive pris’ner free.
in sin and unbelief,
This dungeon of despairing grief.
Who bears the general sin away ;
The glories of eternal day. 199 Luther's—p. 147.] Ist P. M. 6 lines 8s. WH
TOULD Jesus have the sinner die ?
Why hangs he then on yonder tree? What means
nat strange expiring cry? (Sinners, he prays for you and me ;)