2 O wonder far exceeding
All human thought and sense!
Heav'n's Sov'reign was seen bleeding
To wipe off my offence:
The Prince of life gave up his breath
For me, whose vile rebellion
Deserv'd an endless death.
3 Though sins exceed a mountain,
Or sands on ocean's shore,
The everlasting fountain
Of Jesus' blood hath pow'r
To wash all sin and guilt away,
And save me from that terror Which held me in dismay.
4 My heart, while here 'tis moving, Shall beat with fervent praise To thee, who art so loving
To the lost human race: Thy dying words and agony Shall be my meditation, Till I am call'd to thee.
5 Lord, let thy bitter passion Dwell always in my mind, To raise an indignation
'Gainst sin of ev'ry kind
That henceforth I may ne'er forget
The greatness of that ransom,
Which paid my endless debt.
6 All pains and tribulations,
Contempt and worldly spite,
Help me to bear with patience;
And always fix my sight
On that unerring rule of faith,
Thy blessed steps to follow,
Until latest breath.
my
7 O may my life and labor
Express what thou hast done,
By love towards my neighbor,
By serving ev'ry one
Without self-int'rest or disguise;
And may thy pure example
Be my best exercise!
8 When I give up my spirit
To thee my Judge and God,
O then apply the merit
Of thy atoning blood; And let my faith its pow'r display, And rest upon thy promise To save me in that day.
O The love wherewith I'm loved,
O the undeserved grace ;
Thou, O Love, by mercy moved,
Tak'st upon thee my distress!
As a Lamb led to the slaughter
Goest to the cross's tree,
Seal'st thy love with blood and water,
Bear'st the world's iniquity.
2 Love, so strikingly displayed
In thy tears and bloody sweat:
Love, by sinful men betrayed,
Dragg'd before the judgment-seat: Love, who for my soul's salvation, Willingly didst shed thy blood, Through thy death and bitter passion I am reconcil'd to God.
3 Love, who as my bleeding Saviour Didst my heart in righteousness Unto thee betroth for ever,
Ah, I thank thee for thy grace: Love, who thus himself engaged, Let my mis'ry and my smart Now entirely be assuaged
In thy wounded bleeding heart. 4 Love, who hast for me endured Death upon the accursed tree, And eternal bliss procured,
Fill my soul with love to thee. Lord, how hast thou captivated
My else cold and lifeless heart! Let me till to heav'n translated Never more from thee depart.
94.* T. 216. A Lamb went forth, and bare the guilt Of all the world together, Most patiently his blood he spilt To pay for ev'ry debtor; He freely took sin's heavy load, To reconcile us unto God;
All comfort he refused: He underwent reproach and blame, Death on the cross, with stripes and And said, "I freely choose it."[shame, 2 This Lamb is God omnipotent, The sovereign Creator, The Son, who by the Father sent, Assum'd our feeble nature;
O love no human tongue can tell,
O love divine, unsearchable!
God gave his well-beloved
To suffrings, death, and to the grave,
That he lost man thereby might save;
His mercy thus he proved!
3 Jesus, I never can forget
The pangs thou hast sustained;
I'll thee, long as my pulse doth beat,
Adore with thanks unfeigned;
Yea, thou shalt be my heart's delight;
Thou, when I sink in death's dark night,
Shalt be my consolation;
In life and death I will be thine,
And on thy faithfulness recline
With humble resignation.
4 My song in thy great loveliness,
Both day and night shall center;
Amidst all wants and feebleness,
I'll on thy service venture:
My life's whole stream for thee shall flow
O may, by all I speak or do,
Thy holy name be praised!
And all that thou hast done for me,
Upon my heart indelibly
For ever be impressed!
5 Thou canst true comfort to me yield
In my life's ev'ry station;
In combat thou dost prove my shield,
In grief my exultation;
In happy hours, the source of joy;
And when all other meat doth cloy,
This manna shall support me;
In thirst thou shalt my well-spring be,
In solitude my company,
Thou on my head wilt place a crown,
Thus shall I stand before the throne
Of thy dear heav'nly Father,
Dress'd in salvation's robe, with thee
To live to all eternity,
In bliss no tongue can utter.
95.*
T. 152. or 9.
JESUS I am richly bless'd
By thy bitter passion;
O how is my soul refresh'd
In the meditation
On the pain and deep distress,
Which thou hast endured!
By thy death for me a place
Is in heav'n procured.
2 Jesus, who hast once been dead,
Now for ever livest;
Thou in ev'ry time of need
Kindly me relievest,
And dost help to me afford:
Faithful Lord and Saviour,
Give me what thy death procur'd,
And I'm rich for ever.
WHEN Jesus hung upon the cross,
Expiring to retrieve our loss,
Bereft of consolation,
Sev'n dying words he spoke which claim
Our serious meditation.
2 First for his foes he intercedes,
And with his Father for them pleads,
(His matchless goodness showing);
Hesaith." Forgive them; they know not
What they to me are doing."
3 Weigh next the pardon and relief
Bestow'd on the repenting thief,
The object of his favor:
To day thou shalt in paradise
"Be with me, and for ever."
Observe the sympathy and care
Which he for John and Mary bare:
"Behold thy son, O mother;
O John, thy mother there behold."
At home and on a journey.
6 What harm can I from death sustain,
Since thou art my salvation P
From scorching heat thou art my screen,"
In pain my consolation; [breast,
When gloomy thoughts surround my
Thou, Lord, alone canst give me rest,
'Tis by thy pow'r I conquer:
Thou art, when storms of trials blow,
And toss my vessel to and fro,
My sure and stedfast anchor.
7 When I in heav'n shall rest with thee,
Thou God of my salvation,
Thy blood and righteousness shall be
My glorious decoration:
Thus, Christians, love each other.
5 Hark! how the meek&suff'ring Lamb
Doth on the cross," I thirst" exclaim;
Such thirst the Lord sustained
For our salvation: but now he
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
All comfort from him taken, He cries aloud, "My God, my God, Why hast thou me forsaken ?"
7" 'Tis finish'd," was the solemn word,
When for mankind our dying Lord
Had gain'd complete salvation;
Ye mourning sinners, all rejoice
To hear this declaration.
8 The last, attention due demands:
"O Father, now into thy hands
I recommend my spirit!"
He bow'd his head, gave up the ghost,
That we might life inherit.
9 All those who here enjoy, by faith,
The blessed fruits of Jesus' death,
True bliss in him possessing,
Find in his seven dying words
A treasure of rich blessing.
O BEHOLD your Saviour wounded,
Hanging on th' accursed cross;
None hath e'er the love expounded,
Our Redeemer show'd to us:
Hear him at his crucifixion
Pray for foes 'midst keen affliction,
"O forgive them; they don't know,
Heav'nly Father, what they do."
2 At his cross's foot now tarry,
View his languid, marred face,
Mark his care for John and Mary;
To the thief he offers grace.
Ah, he thirsts with love unshaken;
"God! why hast thou me forsaken ?"
And "'Tis finish'd!" Jesus cries,
Yields his spirit, droops and dies.
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I'm the cause: Behold the Man! Then his love which I'm enjoying,
Comforts me: Behold the Man!
Ah! that terribly abused
Countenance so marr'd and bruised,
Makes my eyes with tears o'erflow,
Till to him I've leave to go.
3 Wounded head, back plough'd with furrows,
Visage marr'd: Behold the Man! Eyes how dim, how full of sorrows,
Sunk with grief: Behold the Man! Lamb of God, led to the slaughter, Melted, poured out like water;
Should not love my heart inflame,
Viewing thee, thou slaughter'dLamb.
For, more than all that can be said
Of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Head,
Doth sparkle in our heart's recesses:
The blessed fruits of his distresses
We richly can enjoy by faith,
While meditating on his death.
2 Lord Jesus! who is like to thee!
O might by night and day
My spirit upon Calvary,
That scene of suff'ring, stay.
3 How that blest moment I regard, When thou didst bow thy head!
4 Christ's agony, his death and blood O had my list'ning ear but heard
Shall be our joy and consolation,
The grace unmerited bestow'd
On us our constant meditation;
Fresh proofs of his fidelity,
And Shepherd-care we daily see;
He will continue still to feed us,
Till he at last will thither lead us,
Where all his glories shall be seen
Without a vail to intervene.
T. 594.
ONE view, Lord Jesus, of thy passion
Will make the fainting spirit glad;
This yields us solid consolation,
When thy dear blood, so freely shed,
Pervades and heals both soul and body,
When thou dost give to us thy peace;
Ah, then our arms of faith are ready,
Thy cross, O Jesus, to embrace !
2 No drop of blood thou deemd'st too
precious,
To shed for worthless worms like me;
O that thy fire of love, dear Jesus,
Inflam'd my heart with Jove to thee!
May thy atoning death and passion,
Thy agony and bitter pain,
Until my final consummation
Deep in my heart engrav'd remain.
3 O might I live in the enjoyment
Of all my Lord for me hath gain'd!
Might this be daily my employment,
To muse upon what he sustain'd!
may his hands, whereon engraven
My poor&worthless name doth stand,
Support me, till I in the haven
Of endless joy shall safely land.
101.* T. 14.
MY life-supplying element
Is Jesus' blood and death:
My soul is eagerly intent
To live therein by faith,
F
The groan that left thee dead!
4 How highly favor'd had I been,
Had I with John stood by,
And my beloved Saviour seen
In keenest anguish die!
5 Beholding, with deep reverence,
Thy side for me then pierc'd,
With what emotion had I thence
Seen blood and water burst!
6 It is as tho' my eyes now view'd
This heart-affecting sight,
And ev'ry scene depicted stood
'Fore me in clearest light.
O might thy dying love divine
Become to me more clear,
And smile in ev'ry smile of mine,
And flow in ev'ry tear.
8 When I depart, my latest breath
To thee, Lord, shall ascend,
As a thank-off'ring for thy death;
Thus, blest my race will end.
102.* T. 14.
SEE, world, upon the shameful tree
Thy Maker sinks in death!
Cover'd with stripes and wounds for
Thy Saviour yields his breath. [thee 2 Behold his body stain'd with blood, Out of his tender heart
Deep sighs and groans he sends to God
In his excessive smart.
3 Thou Prince of glory knew'st no sin;
What caus'd thee then such pain?
Thou harmless, undefil'd and clean,
What caus'd thee to be slain ?
4 My sins, as num'rous as the sands
Upon the ocean's shore,
Have been the cruel, murd'rous hands
That wounded thee so sore.
5 What anguish, what tormenting pain | 6 Joy for thy torments we receive,
Thy soul did rack and tear!
All this thou freely didst sustain,
But I deserv'd to bear.
6 Thou on thy shoulders took'st the
To ease my burden'd heart: [whole,
Thou bar'st the curse, to bless my soul,
And heal'st me by thy smart
7 Thy wondrous love to evidence Thou wouldst my Surety be: Thyself wouldst pay my debt immense, Thereby to set me free.
8 Thou art destruction to the grave, Death's enemy severe; That each in bondage as its slave, Might now be sav'd from fear. 9 My debt to thee, God, who art love, Weak words can ne'er express; I cannot here, if there above,
Return due thankfulness.
10 Grant methe grace, while I am here, (Since I can nothing give) Thy suff'rings in my heart to bear, And by thy death to live.
BEHOLD the Saviour of the world
Imbru'd with sweat and gore,
Expiring on th' accursed cross,
Where he our sorrows bore!
2 Compassion for man's fallen race
Brought down God's only Son,
To veil in flesh his radiant face,
And for their sins atone.
3 Who can to love his name forbear, That of his suff'rings hears, *
And finds the ransom of his soul
Was blood as well as tears?
4 When earth and hell's malicious
Encompass'd thee around, [pow'rs
Thy sacred blood, O Son of God,
Stream'd forth from ev'ry wound:
5 Till death's pale ensigns o'er thy
And trembling lips were spread; Till light forsook thy dying eyes, And life thy drooping head.
Life in thy death have found; For the reproaches of thy cross
Shall be with glory crown'd. 7 May we a grateful sense retain Of thy redeeming love; And live below like those that hope To live with thee above!
ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sov'reign die ?
Would he devote his sacred head
For such a worm as I?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done,
Amazing pity ! grace unknown !
He groan'd upon the tree?
And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide
When God th' almighty Maker dy'd,
And shut his glories in,
An off'ring for my sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While Jesus' cross appears;
Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes in tears!
WHEN I by faith my Saviour see Expiring on the cross for me, Satan and sin no more can move, For I am fill'd with Jesus' love. 2 His thorns and nails pierce thro' my heart,
In ev'ry groan I bear a part;
I view his wounds with streaming eyes;
But see! he bows his head, and dies!
3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of
God,
Wounded and dead, & bath'd in blood!
| Behold his side, and venture near,
The well of endless life is here.
4 Here I forget my cares and pains ;
I drink, yet still my thirst remains ;
Only the fountain-head above
Can satisfy the thirst of love.
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