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2 O wonder far exceeding
93.* 'T. 167. All human thought and sense! Heav'n's Sov'reigo was seen bleeding
( The love wherewith I'm loved,
O the undeserved grace ;
Tak'st upon thee my distress!
As a Lamb led to the slaughter Deserv'd an endless death.
Goest to the cross's tree, 3 Though sins exceed a mountain,
Seal'st thy love with blood and water, Or sands on ocean's shure,
Bear'st the world's iniquity.
2 Love, so strikingly displayed To wash all sin and guilt away,
In thy tears and bloody sweat:
Love, by sinful men betrayed,
Dragg'd before the judgment-seat:
Love, who for my soul's salvation, 4 My heart, while here 'tis moving, Willingly didst shed thy blood,
Shall beat with fervent praise Through thy death and bitter passion To thee, who art so loving
I am reconcild to God.
3 Love, who as my bleeding Saviour
Didst my heart in righteousness Shall be my meditation,
Unto thee betroth for ever, Till I am call'd to thee.
Ah, I thank thee for thy grace: 5 Lord, let thy bitter passion Love, who thus himself engaged, Dwell always in my mind,
Let my mis'ry and my smart To raise an indignation
Now entirely be assuaged 'Gainst sin of ev'ry kind;
In thy wounded bleeding heart. That henceforth I may ne'er forget
4. Love, who hasť for me endured The greatness of that ransom,
the accursed tree,
soul with love to thee. Contempt and worldly spite, Lord, how hast thou captivated Help me to bear with patience; My else cold and lifeless heart! And always fix my sight
Let me till to heav'n translated
Never more from thee depart.
94.* 7 O may my life and labor
A Lamb went forth, and bare the guilt Express what thou hast done, Of all the world together, By love towards my neighbor, Most patiently his blood he spilt By serving ev'ry one
To pay for ev'ry debtor; Without self-int'rest or disguise ; He freely took sin's heavy load,
And may thy pure example To reconcile us unto God; Be my best exercise !
Allcomfort he refused : 8 When I give up my spirit
He underwent reproach and blame, To thee my Judge and God,
Death on the cross, with stripes and O then apply the merit
And said, "I freely choose it."(shame, Of thy atoning blood;
2 This Lamb is God omnipotent, And let my faith its pow'r display, The sovereign Creator,
And rest upon thy promise The Son, who by the Father sent, To save me in that day.
Assum'd our feeble nature;
O love no human tongue can tell, Thou on my head wilt place a crown, O love divine, unsearchable !
Thus shall I stand before the throne God gave his well-beloved
Of thy dear heav'nly Father, To suffrings, death, and to the grave, Dress'd in salvation's robe, with thee That he lost man thereby might save; To live to all eternity, His mercy thus he proved!
In bliss no tongue can utter. 3 Jesus, I never can forget
T. 152. or 9. The pangs thou hast sustained;
JESUS I am richly bless'd I'll thee, long as my pulse doth beat,
By thy bitter passion; Adore with thanks unfeigned ;
O how is my soul refresh'd
In the meditation
Which thou hast endured!
By thy death for me a place And on thy faithfulness recline
'Is in heav'n procured. With humble resignation,
2 Jesus, who hast once been dead, 4 My song in thy great loveliness,
Now for ever livest; Both day and night shall center;
Thou in ev'ry time of need Amidst all wants and feebleness,
Kindly me relievest, I'll on thy service venture:
And dost help to me afford : My life'swholestream for thee shall flow
Faithful Lord and Saviour, O may, by all I speak or do,
Give me what thy death procurd, Thy holy name be praised !
And I'm rich for ever. And all that thou hast done for me,
96.* Upon my heart indelibly For ever be impressed !
WHEN Jesus hung upon the cross, 5 Thou canst true comfort to me yield Expiring to retrieve our loss, In
Berett of consolation, life's ev'ry station; my In combat thou dost prove my shield, Sev’n dying words he spoke which claim In grief my exultation;
Our serious meditation. In happy hours, the source of joy; 2 First for his foes he intercedes, And when all other meat doth cloy, And with his Father for them pleads, This manna shall support me;
(His matchless goodness showing); In thirst thou shalt my well-spring be, Hesaith." Forgive them; they know not In solitude my company,
What they to me are doing." At home and on a journey. 3 Weigh next the pardon and relief 6 What harm can I from death sustain, Bestow'd on the repenting thief,
Since thou art my salvation po' The object of his favor : From scorching heat thou art my screen, “ To day thou shalt in paradise
In pain my consolation; [breast, “Be with me, and for ever." When gloomy thoughts surround my 4 Observe the sympathy and care Thou, Lord, alone canst give me rest, which he for John and Mary bare:
'Tis by thy pow'r I conquer : “ Behold thy son, O mother; Thou art, when storms of trials blow, O John, thy mother there behold.” And toss my vessel to and fro,
Thus, Christians, love each other. My sure and stedfast anchor. 5 Hark! how the meek&suff'ring Lamb 7 When Iin heav'n shall rest with thee, Doth on the cross," I thirst” exclaim; Thou God of my salvation,
Such thirst the Lord sustained Thy blood and righteousness shall be For our salvation: but now he My glorious decoration:
Joy for his grief hath gained.
6 Next take to heart his anguish great,| 2 Oh! this makes me think with sighing When, press'd beneath sin's pond'rous I'm the cause: Behold the Man! weight,
Then his love which I'm enjoying, All comfort from him taken,
Comforts me : Behold the Man ! He cries aloud, “ My God, my God, Ah! that terribly abused
Why hast thou me forsaken p Countenance so marr'd and bruised, 7 “ 'Tis finishid,” was the solemn
with tears o'erflow, word,
Till to him I've leave to go. When for mankind our dying Lord 3 Wounded head, back plough'd with Had gain'd complete salvation ;
furrows, Ye mourning sinners, all rejoice
Visage marr’d: Behold the Man! To hear this declaration.
Eyes how dim, how full of sorrows, 8 The last, attention due demands: Sunk with grief: Behold the Man! “O Father, now into thy hands
Lamb of God, led to the slaughter, I recommend my spirit !”
Melted, poured out like water; He bow'd his head, gave up the ghost, Should not love my heart inflame, That we might life inherit.
Viewing thee, thou slaughter'd Lamb. 9 All those who here enjoy, by faith, The blessed fruits of Jesus' death,
T. 217. True bliss in him possessing, Find in his seven dying words When thou in death didst bow thy head A treasure of rich blessing.
All nature, Lord, was struck with
wonder; 97. T. 168.
The op’ning graves gave up their dead O BEHOLD your Saviour wounded,
Earth trembled, rocks were rent in Hanging on th’accursed cross ;
sunder: None hath e'er the love expounded,
Then felt the pow'rs of hell below Our Redeemer show'd to us:
Their last irrevocable blow; Hear him at his crucifixion
Thy aim was then by right obtained, Pray for foes 'midst keen affiction,
To free the souls by Satan chained ; “O forgive them; they don't know, Now, thro' thy anguish and distress, Heav'nly Father, what they do."
The captives find a full release. 2 At his cross's foot now tarry, View his languid, marred face,
2 Thou, who the nail-prints dost retain, Mark his care for John and Mary;
Tho'to thy glorious throne ascended, To the thief he offers grace,
Whose side's incision doth remain, Ah, he thirsts with love unshaken;
And thorn-marks which thy head “ God! why hast thou me forsaken ?"
once rended: And - 'Tis finish'd !” Jesus cries,
This is thy most transcendent form
Which doth our hearts transport and Yields his spirit, droops and dies.
warm, 98.* T. 168.
As thou upon the cross didst languish, SINCE with awe in strains melodious, Or, as thy body, pale and dead,
Extended there in keenest anguish; Sing with awe: Behold the Man!
In the cold sepulchre was laid. Yea repeat in tones harmonious,
Ah, Behold, behold the man! 3 'Tis the most lovely attitude On thy dying look, dear Saviour, Wherein we can behold our Saviour, I will fix my eyes for ever;
When by the eye of faith he's view'd, I am never tir'd to gaze
With blood and bruises stain'd all At thy lovely bleeding face.
For, more than all that can be said 2 Lord Jesus ! who is like to thee!
3 How that blest moment I regard, While meditating on his death.
When thou didst bow thy head! 4 Christ's
agony, his death and blood O had my lise'ning ear but heard Shall be our joy and consolation, The
that left thee dead ! The grace unmerited bestow'd On us our constant meditation;
4 How highly favor'd had I been, Fresh proofs of his fidelity,
Had I with John stood by,
beloved Saviour seen
my And Shepherd-care we daily see; He will continue still to feed us,
In keenest anguish die! Till he at last will thither lead us, 5 Beholding, with deep reverence, Where all his glories shall be seen.
Thy side for me then pierc'd, Without a vail to intervene.
With what emotion had I thence
Seen blood and water burst! 100.*
6 It is as tho' my eyes now view'd ONE view, Lord Jesus, of thy passion
This heart-affecting sight, Will make the fainting spirit glad; And ev'ry scene depicted stood This yields us solid consolation, 'Fore me in clearest light.
When thy dear blood, so freely shed, 7 O might thy dying love divine Pervades and heals both soul and body, Become to me more clear,
When thou dostgive to us thy peace; And smile in ev'ry smile of mine, Ah, then our arms of faith are ready,
And flow in ev'ry tear. Thy cross, O Jesus, to embrace !
8 When I depart, my latest breath 2 No drop of blood thou deemd'st too
To thee, Lord, shall ascend, precious, Toshed for worthless worms like me;
As a thank-off'ring for thy death; O that thy fire of love, dear Jesus,
Thus, blest my race will end.
102.* May thy atoning death and passion,
Thy Maker sinks in death! Deep in my heart engrav'd remain. Cover'd with stripes and wounds for 3 O might I live in the enjoyment
Thy Saviour yields his breath. [thee Of all
Lord for me hath gain'd! Behold his body stain'd with blood, Might this be daily my employment, Out of his tender heart To muse upon what he sustain's !
Deep sighs and groans he sends to God O may
his hands, whereon engraven In his excessive smart. My poor& worthless namedoth stand, Support me, till I in the haven 3 Thou Prince of glory knew'st no sin ; Of endless joy shall safely land.
What caus’d thee then such pain ?
Thou harmless, undefil'd and clean, 101.* T. 14.
What caus'd thee to be slain ? My life-supplying element 4 My sins, as num'rous as the sands Is Jesus' blood and death:
Upon the ocean's shore, My soul is eagerly intent
Have been the cruel, murd'rous hands To live therein by faith,
That wounded thee so sore.
5 What anguish, what tormenting pain 6 Joy for thy torments we receive, Thy soul did rack and tear!
Life in thy death have found; All this thou freely didst sustain, For the reproaches of thy cross But I deserv'd to bear.
Shall be with glory crown'd. 6. Thou on thy shoulders took'st the 7 May we a grateful sense retain To ease my
burden'd heart: [whole, Of thy redeeming love; Thou bar’st the curse, to bless my soul, And live below like those that hope And heal'st me by thy smart
To live with thee above!
And did my Sov'reign die ? 8 Thou art destruction to the
Would he devote his sacred head Death's enemy severe ;
For such a worm as I? That each in bondage as its slave, Might now be sav'd from fear. 2 Was it for crimes that I had done,
He groan'd upon
the tree? 9 My debt to thee, God, who art love, Weak words can ne'er express;
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree !
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide 10 Grant methe grace, while I am here, When God th' almighty Maker dy'd,
And shut his glories in, (Since I can nothing give)
An oft'ring for my sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While Jesus' cross appears; 103. T. 14.
Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes in tears !
105. T. 22.
WHEN I by
Saviour see 2 Compassion for man's fallen race Expiring on the cross for me,
Brought down God's only Son, Satan and sin no more can move, To veil
in flesh his radiant face, For I am fiild with Jesus' love. And for their sins atone.
2 His thorns and nails pierce thro' my 3 Who can to love his name forbear,
That of his suff'rings hears, * In ev'ry groan I bear a part; And finds the ransom of his soul I view his wounds with streaming eyes; Was blood as well as tears?
But see! he bows his head, and dies ! 4 When earth and hell's malicious 3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of
Encompass’d thee around, (pow'rs God, Thy sacred blood, O Son of God, Wounded and dead, & bath'd in blood !
Stream'd forth from ev'ry wound: Behold his side, and venture near, 5 Till death’s pale ensigns o'er thy The well of endless life is here. cheeks,
4 Here I forget my cares and pains; And trembling lips were spread;
I drink, yet
still thirst remains ; Till light forsook thy dying eyes, Only the fountain-head above
And life thy drooping head. Can satisfy the thirst of love.