6. His cross see your Saviour And sore opprest-He sinks at last. 7 Just ready for slaughter, The nail-holes they bored, While exquisite torture He lamb-like endured; Dumb did he bear-the pain severe. 8 The Lamb yonder nailed Ahealing stream-flows down from him. 9 O dear bleeding Saviour! I long to embrace thee, While thousand drops cover, Hang on thee and grace thee; And catch the juice-thy wounds diffuse. 10 For all thy wounds painful, Which glad I remember, I hourly am thankful, + And praise their whole number; Me, dearest Lamb!-thou sav'st by them. O Head so full of bruises, So full of pain and scorn, 'Midst other sore abuses Mock'd with a crown of thorn! O head ere now surrounded With brightest majesty, In death now bow'd and wounded! Saluted be by me. 2 Thou countenance transcendent, Thou life-creating Sun To worlds on thee dependent; 3 Thy cheeks, through heavy dolor, Thy lips, depriv'd of color, Spoke heav'nly truth to man ; 5 O Lord, what thee tormented, On whom wrath ought to light; 5 Own me, Lord, my Preserver, My soul with heav'nly food, 6 I'll here with thee continue, (Though poor, despise me not) I'm one of thy retinue: As were I on the spot, When, earning my election, Thy heart-strings broke in death; With shame and love's affection I'll watch thy latest breath. 7 O what a consolation Doth in my heart take place, Can in some measure trace; Great gain would be that loss. 8 1 give thee thanks unfeigned, To see thee face to face." 6 O boundless love! O love beyond expression, Constraining thee to choose such bitter passion! I lived in the world's and sins enjoyment, Thou barest torment. 7 O greatest King! whose power is unbounded, How can thy mercy be aright expounded? Mysterious depth! th' incarnate God is sighing, For sinners dying. 8. Thy dying love all other love doth swallow, My mind to trace its limits is too shallow; For such compassion, and for love so tender, What shall I render? 9 One thing I'll gladly do to give thee pleasure, No more to sin I'll yield in any mea of glory, 5 How highly wonderful is this pro-13 When thou shalt give to me a crown ceeding! The Shepherd for his wand'ring sheep is bleeding; The Master pays for servants' misbehavior. That loving Saviour! When all is swallow'd up that's transitory, Then shall my voice be suited to the matter, And praise thee better. T. 152. or 9. 87.* 2 In the morn, at the sixth hour, Who him try'd, but found him free Found for death no reason. 3 At nine was the Son of God He must bear the cross to which 4 He at noon was on the cross Rear'd for our transgression, 5 At three Jesus cry'd, "My God, Which was offer'd, taken, 6 When the Lord of glory dy'd, Not a bone was broken, But a soldier pierc'd his side For a lasting token: From thence stream'd a double flood Of a cleansing nature; E 2 O World, see thy Creator Upon the cross's tree! Thereby life, grace and liberty. Out of his heart most noble, Sighs are successive foll'wing sighs. 3 Who hath thee thus abused, Like others of the human race. 4 I, I, and my transgressions, Of all thy bruises, stripes and bands. 5 I ought to have been pained, And fast for ever chained Both hand and foot in hell; The bonds and scourges tearing, 6 I'll be with the beholders, Bear my prodigious load: Thou tak'st the curse-infliction, Giv'st for it benediction; Thy death procures my peace with God. 7 As Surety thou presentest Thyself, to die consentest For me in debt all o'er; A crown of thorns thou wearest, Lest I its sting should prove; O most unheard-of fire of love! 9 The highest obligations Bind me through all life's stations, T'express my thanks to thee; Weak as I am and feeble, As far as I am able, I'll yield thee service willingly. 10 While here on earth I'm living, I nothing have worth giving To thee for all thy pain; Yet shall thy passion ever, Till soul and body sever How patiently to suffer, Rude acts of malice and ill-will. With Christ, each sinful lust : By help and strength which thou be- 15 Thy sighs and groans unnumber'd, The countless tears forth prest; Convoy me to thy arms and breast. 89.* T. 165. [ed, THOUSAND times by me be greet- Cover'd o'er with blood and wounds; Deep in my heart engrav'd remain. In thy love's design unmeasur'd! 11 Its fresh representation Shall raise my admiration, Where'er I turn or move; I'll take it for a mirror Of innocence, for terror 3 Heal me, O my soul's Physician, All the woes of my condition Heal the hurts which Adam wrought, To guilt, but seal of truth and love. Or which on myself I've brought; 12 How greatly man incenses God's holiness how stern; Resign'd, compos'd and still; If thy blood me only cover, My distress will soon be over. 4 On my heart thy wounds for ever Be inscrib'd indelibly, That I ne'er forget, dear Saviour, What thou hast endur'd for me: 5 With the deepest adoration Humbly at thy feet I lie; And, with ardent supplication, Unto thee for succor cry; My petition kindly hear; Say, in answer to my pray❜r: "I will change thy grief and sadness Into comfort, joy and gladness." 6 Jesus, at my dissolution Take my longing soul to thee; Let thy wounds at the conclusion Of this life, my refuge be! When in death I close mine Let me wake in paradise, And in endless bliss and glory With the saints in heav'n adore thee. 90.* T. 168. eyes, JESUS, Source of my salvation, Conqu'ror both of death and hell! Thou who didst, as my oblation, Feel what I deserv'd to feel; Thousand, thousand thanks to thee, 2 O how basely wast thou used, 3 Lord, thy deep humiliation Since for sinners thou hast dy'd: Thou becam❜st a curse, dear Saviour, To restore me to God's favor. Thousand, &c. 4 Lord, I'll praise thee now and ever For thy bitter pain and smart, For thy agonizing shiver, For thy wounds and pierced heart; For thy stooping under sentence Of God's wrath and fiery vengeance: For thy death and love divine, Lord, I'll be for ever thine. 91.* T. 165. CHRIST, thy wounds&bitter passion, Bloody sweat, cross, death, and tomb, Be my daily meditation, Till I to thy presence come. When a sinful thought would start, Ready to seduce my heart, Thy sore pain effectually Me forbid with sin to dally. 2 Should my bosom with lewd passion Be inflam'd, and burn with sin, Let the thoughts of thine oblation Quench that spreading fire within. Would the tempter make his To my heart, Lord, grant I may By thy wounds, thy pain and anguish, All his vile intrusions vanquish. 3 Would the world with gay temptation Draw me to its own broad way; Let me think upon thy passion, way And the load which on thee lay: Sure the sweat and precious blood Can arm me, on each occasion, Of the dying Lamb of God To oppose th' infatuation., 4 Lord, in ev'ry sore oppression, Let thy wounds be my relief; When I seek thine intercession, Add new strength to my belief, Ah, the feeling of thy peace Sets my troubled heart at ease, And affords a demonstration Of thy love and my salvation. 5 All my hope and consolation, Christ, is in thy bitter death; At the hour of expiration, Lord, receive my dying breath. Most of all, when I go hence, Let this be my confidence, That thy deep humiliation Hath procured my salvation, 92.* T. 126. O Lord, when condemnation And guilt afflict my soul, Then let thy bitter passion The rising storm control: Remind me, that thy sacred blood Hath cancell'd my transgressions By paying what I ow'd. |