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2. Glory to our great Creator, Here among us thou wilt be,
Glory in the highest strain, We rejoice alone in thee,
Here thy name we will record,
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WISDOM and pow'r to Christ be
long, REJOICE in Jesus' birth,
Who left his glorious throne, To us a Son is giv’n,
The new, the blessed gospel-song
Is due to him alone;
Join with the highest seraphs' lays, 2. His arm supports the sky,
To us, to us God's Son is giv'n, The universe sustains;
The Lord of earth and heav'n. The God supreme, the Lord most high,
1010.* The King Messiah reigns.
T. 583. 3. His name, his nature soar
WHEN with the eye of faith I Jesus Beyond the angels' ken,
see, Yet, whom th' angelic hosts adore, Array'd in feeble, frail humanity, He pleads the cause of men.
As toiling, resting, sleeping, or awake, 4. Our Counsellor we praise,
Deeply abas'd I own,'twas for my sake. Our Advocate above,
1011. * Who daily in his church displays MAN of sorrows and acquainted His miracles of love.
With our griefs, what shall we say? 5. Th’ Almighty God is He, Never language yet hath painted Author of life and bliss,
All the woes, that on thee lay: The Father of eternity,
Had I seen thee cloth'd in weakness, The glorious Prince of peace. Bearing our reproach and sickness,
To attend thee day and night 1007.
Would have been my heart's delight. . WELCOME, blessed, heav'nly 2. O that to this heav'nly stranger stranger,
I had here my homage paid, Holy Spirit, ope mine eyes, From his first sigh in the manger, Lead me to my Saviour's manger,
Till He cried: "Tis finished:" Show me where my Jesus lies. That first sigh had consecrated 2. most Mighty, O most Holy,
Me his own, and I had waited Far above the seraphs' thought !
On him from his infancy, Zion, view thy King, as lowly
In' a constant liturgy. As inspired prophets taught. 3. Walking, speaking, in devotion,
Far to fields or forests stray'd,
I had watched ev'ry motion,
And my Lord my pattern made : GRACIOUS Saviour, mov'd by love, More have angels ne'er desired,
Thou the lofty heav'ns didst bow, Than on him, or far retired, Thou did'st leave thy throne above, Or at home, awake, asleep,
With lost man to dwell below; Fix'd, their wond'ring eyes to keep.
4. Tell me, little flock beloved, There, where He made intercession,
Ye, on whom shone Jesus' face; I had pour'd forth my confession, What within your souls then moved, And where for my sins he wepts When
felt his kind enibrace? Praying, I the watch had kept. O disciple, once most blessed,
6. Should I thus to thee have cleaved, As a bosom friend caressed, Say, could e'er into thy mind
’Midst thy poverty and woes, Other objects entrance find !
On thee, as my Lord, believed,
Or perhaps have join'd thy foes? 5. Oft to pray'r, by night retreated, Ah! thy mercy I had spurned;
See him from all search withdrawn; But thyself my heart hast turned ; Tearful eyes, and sighs repeated Now thou know'st, beneath, above,
Witness'd still the morning dawn; Nought compar'd with thee I love.
II. Of the SUFFERINGS and DEATH of CHRIST.
1012. T. 167. From head and feet, and hands ex
tended; JESUS to thy garden lead us,
Mark that last groan! He bows his To behold thy bloody sweat,
head! Tho thou from the curse hast freedus, The tortur'd soul at length hath filed, Let us ne'er the cost forget ;
His heart-strings break! the conBe thy groans and cries rehearsed
flict's ended. By thy spirit in our ears, Till we, viewing whom we pierced, 4. Look up, my soul,by faith and see, Melt 'fore thee in grateful tears.
His heart was pierc'd, was pierc'd
Thence blood and water freely 1013.*
streamed ! I smite upon my guilty breast, Blood to atone for heinous sin, And stand myself the cause confest Wafer, to wash the sinner clean; Of all
my Saviour hath sustained ; Our debt is paid; we are redeemed. On Olivet and Golgotha
5. Heart-piercing sight! He bleeds, Deeply abas'd I gaze
He dies, There, there He bliss for me ob- For guilty man a sacrifice, tained!
The earth the sacred trust receiveth; 2. O that my sins might find their Soon shall he rise triumphantly,
And then with shouts ascend on high, grave, There, where my God,
Where He to God for ever liveth. save, In sweat and blood lay agonizing!
JESUS, till my latest breath,
May I ponder 3. Behold, He sinks in death! 'tis On thy agony and death: done,
As thou yonder e drops of blood still trickling run, / Barest my sins' heavy load,
Here, here is my resting place, Me regard in favor.
Here with Mary 2. Looking to Gethsemane,
Weeping I will tarry, In that garden
9. Yea I give my heart to thee, Both the guilt of sin I see,
Faithful Saviour ! And its pardon ;
Living, dying I will be Mercy, truth, and righteousness
Thine for ever ; Here combined
From the tomb I once shall rise, Man's release have signed.
Freed from weakness, 3. Jesus, on thy dol'rous way
In thy glorious likeness,
T. 22. Sinners treat thee,
ROUND Tabor heav'nly glories While a crown of pointed thorns shone, Meekly wearing,
But what on Olivet was done, Thy sore temples tearing!
What signaliz'd mount Calvary 4. From the cross look down at me, Calls forth my praise :-'twas done
1016. T, 166.
WHEN I survey the wondrous cross,
On which the prince of glory died, And with ardor fired.
My richest gain I count but loss, 5 In thy hands and feet I see And blush, ashamed of my pride ; Tokens bloody
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast Of thy love to worthless me; In ought besides my ransom price, From thy body
All the vain things which charm'd me Drops of blood successively
most Now are streaming,
For Christ I freely sacrifice. All with blessings teeming. 2. Behold the dying Lamb of God, 6 Jesus bows His head and dies ! And
say, was grief like His e'er Dark’ning heaven,
known; Lo the sun his beams denies, See from his wounds in streams of blood Rocks are riven!
Sorrow and love flow mingled down; While earth's pillars shake, I find What can I offer, that's not thine ? In His passion
My thanks, O Lord, how short Cause for exultation, 7 Blood and water from his side
Love so amazing, so divine, Freely floweth:
1017.* T. 126. That eternal life for me
WITH grateful heart's sensation Was acquired
At Jesus' feet I fall; When my Lord expired.
Him with deep adoration 8. Now to Joseph's tomb convey'd, My Lord and God I call, He's interred,
Since he sustained death for me, Be my members with him dead, Procuring my redemption, With him buried;
Upon th' accursed tree.
2. His stripes, whereby I'm healed, 2. Thereby inflam’d, my heart doth Are precious to my soul,
burn His blood is now revealed,
In love to the Lamb slain,
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And tender love's emotion, I day and night review
When I Christ's suffrings trace with
When him with scoffing multitudes Each breath his praise repeat:
I view from head to foot for my trans4, Myself I now deliver
gressions wounded, Into his faithful hand,
Ah! then it is my blest employ, He will support me ever,
To weep for joy Till I before him stand;
2 He died for me, Till then I never can forget That his atoning passion
For me became an off'ring, Hath cancell'd all my
My sin-sick soul He healeth by His
His precious blood,
For my redemption shed, [sion, THE slaughter'd Lamb, my Saviour, An open fountain is for my transgres,
I in his sacred wounds, those pledges Remains my sole delight,
of salvation, My fav'rite theme for ever,
election free. My object day and night ;
He died for me,
1021. For me to God ascendeth,
T. 151. My plaintive cry He hears.
HERE am I blushing, weeping,
A breeze of heav'nly bliss. 2. With God my habitation
From Jesus' cross perceiving, Upon mount Calvary,
Rejoicing that I'm his;
To Him what shall I render,
Did but my love more tender,
More ardent for him glow!
2. I was defild all over,
Depraved and unclean; 1019.* T. 14,
His blood my guilt did cover,
And wash'd my soul from sin;
When filld with deepest awe, Again those stripes I call to mind, My name among the number,
Which He endur'd for me, In the Lamb's book, I saw,
3. My Saviour's death and passion, 13. Thou richly dost deserve, that His anguish, grief and pain,
each pulsation Until my consummation,
Thy praises should express without My fav'rite theme remain;
cessation. Himself hath sanctified,
And that each drop of blood be The grave, my resting place,
hallow'd ever, And since for me He died,
To thee, my Saviour, I shall lie down in peace.
1024. T. 582. 1029 *
WAS ever griểf like thine,
Jesus, thou man of woe? THOU hast cancell'd my transgres
The visage and the form divine, sion,
Why was it marred so? Jesus, by thy precious blood,
That man by thee restord,
God's image might regain, May I find therein salvation,
And by the sorrows of his Lord,
In joys eternal reign.
1025 * T. 185 That I wholly thine may be. UNTO Jesus' cross I'm now retiring,
There my Saviour's pierced feet, 2. All the pain thou hast endured, All thy wounds, thy crown of thorn, (Dying love a grateful sense inspiring)
Bath'd in tears I humbly greet; Hands and feet, with
nails thro'-bored; Might I never lose this blestîmpression, The reproach, which thou hast But in spirit fix my happy station borne;
On those heights so dear to me, Thy back, ploughed' with deep fur- Golgotha, Gethsemane.
rows, Cross and grave, and all thy sorrows,
2. Might thy dying look, dear suff'ring
Saviour, Thy blood-sweat and agony,
stubborn heart, O Lord Jesus, comfort me!
engage, and rule my whole be
haviour, 1023. *
Till I from this world depart;
Thus my mortal body I shall cherish; LAMB, for' thy boundless love I And as thine, with holy rev'rence
nourish, praises offer, That love, which urgʻd thee in' my May into thine image grow.
Watching, praying, that I now' stead to suffer, While all the wrath, which I should 3. With a mind, from earthly cares have endured,
divested, On thee was poured.
Let'me dwell by day and night,
Where the body of my Saviour rested, 2. How highly is poor' man by thee Here I find supreme'delight; esteemed!
Here 'tis good for me with pardond Thou gav'st thyself, that he might be
At his sepulchre in faith to tarry, Take soul and body, Lord, as an Thus in blessed fellowship For all thy passion: [oblation; With my Lord I'wake and sleep.