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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 ;
To wipe off my offence:
The Prince of life gave up his breath Thou, O Love, by mercy moved,
For me, whose vile rebellion

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.
The everlasting fountain
Of Jesus' blood hath pow'r

2 Love, so strikingly displayed To wash all sin and guilt away,

In thy tears and bloody sweat:

Love, by sinful men betrayed,
And save me from that terror
Which held me in dismay.

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.
To the lost human race :
Thy dying words and agony

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,
Which paid my endless debt. And eternal bliss procured,
6 All pains and tribulations,


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
On that unerring rule of faith,

Never more from thee depart.
Thy blessed steps to follow,
my latest breath.

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;

T. 216.


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
Yea, thou shalt be my heart's delight;

In the meditation
Thou, when I sink in death's dark night, On the pain and deep distress,
Shalt be my consolation;

Which thou hast endured!
In life and death I will be thine,

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.

T. 51.

99. *

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

my eyes

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.


T. 594

For, more than all that can be said 2 Lord Jesus ! who is like to thee!
Of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Head, O might by night and day
Doth sparkle in our heart's recesses : My spirit upon Calvary,
The blessed fruits of his distresses That scene of suff'ring, stay.
We richly can enjoy by faith,

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.

heart with love to thee!

102.* May thy atoning death and passion,

T. 14.
Thy agony and bitter pain, SEE, world, upon the shameful tree

final consummation

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!
Ÿ Thy wondrous love to evidence
Thou wouldst my Surety be:

T. 14
Thyself wouldst pay my debt immense, ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
Thereby to set me free.

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 !
I cannot here, if there above,
Return due thankfulness.

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.
Thy sufl'rings in my heart to bear,
And by thy death to live.

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 !
BEHOLD the Saviour of the world
Imbru'd with sweat and gore,

105. T. 22.
Expiring on th' accursed cross,
Where he our sorrows bore !




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.



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