48.

WHEN 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.

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.

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?

Were the whole realm of nature mine, It were an offering far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

49.

Go to dark Gethsemane,

Ye that feel the tempter's power; There your SAVIOUR'S conflict see; Watch with Him one bitter hour: Turn not from His griefs away; Learn of Him to watch and pray.

See Him in the judgment-hall,
Bound, and beaten, and arraigned,
Sad, forsaken, mock'd by all,
Yet by heav'nly love sustain'd;
Ye that suffer shame, or loss,
Learn of Him to bear the Cross.

Follow on to Calvary;

There the blessed JESUS view,

Dying on th' accursed tree:

Made a sacrifice for you;

"It is finish'd!" hear Him cry ;

Look on Him, and learn to die.

50.

HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary;
See the rocks are rent asunder,
Darkness veils the midnight sky;
"It is finished;"

Hear the dying SAVIOUR cry.

All the types and shadows finished,
Of the ceremonial law;

Man's redemption now completed,
Death and hell no more shall awe;
"It is finished!"

Saints from hence your comfort draw.

Tune your harps anew ye seraphs,
Join the triumph to proclaim;

All on earth and all in heaven,

Join to praise the SAVIOUR'S Name;
Hallelujah!

Glory to the spotless LAMB.

51.

SEE the destin'd day arise;
See a willing sacrifice,

JESUS, to redeem our loss,

Hangs upon the shameful Cross.

JESUS! who but Thou had borne,
Lifted on that tree of scorn,
Every pang and bitter throe,
Finishing Thy life of woe?

Who but Thou had dared to drain,
Steep'd in gall the cup of pain;

And with tender body bear

Thorns, and nails, and piercing spear?

Thence pour'd forth the water flow 'd,
Mingled from Thy side with blood;
Sign to all attesting eyes
Of the finish'd Sacrifice.

Holy JESUS, grant us grace
In that Sacrifice to place
All our trust for life renew'd,
Pardon'd sin, and promis'd good.

52.

SAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee
Low we bend the adoring knee;
When repentant to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes;
O, by all Thy pains and woe
Suffered once for man below,-
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany !

By Thy birth and early years,
By Thy human griefs and fears,
By Thy fasting and distress
In the lonely wilderness,
By Thy victory in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's power,—
JESUS, look with pitying eye,
Hear our solemn litany!