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2 Though Lord of all, above, below,
He went to Olivet for me:

There drank my cup of wrath and woe,
When bleeding in Gethsemane.

3 The ever-blesséd Son of God
Went up to Calvary for me;
There paid my debt, there bore my load,
In his own body on the tree.

4 Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies,
Went down into the grave for me;
There overcame my enemies,

There won the glorious victory.

5 'Tis finished all: the vail is rent,
The welcome sure, the access free :-
Now then, we leave our banishment,
O Father, to return to thee!

Galatians 6:14.

WHEN I survey the wondrous cross,

On which the Prince of glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

2 Forbid it, Lord! that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4 His dying crimson, like a robe,

Spreads o'er his body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

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5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

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Matt. 27:45.

LAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When Christ, the great Creator, died
For man, the creature's sin.

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;

Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.

Matt. 27:50-53.

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DEHOLD the Saviour of mankind,
Nailed to the shameful tree!

'How vast the love that him inclined

To bleed and die for me!

2 Hark! how he groans, while nature shakes,

And earth's strong pillars bend!

The temple's vail asunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.

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3 'Tis finished! now the ransom's paid,
"Receive my soul!" he cries:

See how he bows his sacred head!

He bows his head and dies.

4 But soon he 'll break death's iron chain,
And in full glory shine;

O Lamb of God! was ever pain-
Was ever love like thine!

Galatians 5:24.

H! if my soul were formed for woe,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.

2 'T was for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,
And groaned away a dying life
For thee, my soul! for thee.

3 Oh! how I hate these lusts of mine
That crucified my Lord;

Those sins that pierced and nailed his flesh
Fast to the fatal wood!

4 Yes, my Redeemer-they shall die;
My heart has so decreed;
Nor will I spare the guilty things
That made my Saviour bleed.

5 While with a melting, broken heart,
My murdered Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.

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2 Sure, never, till my latest breath,
Can I forget that look:

It seemed to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

3 Alas! I knew not what I did,
But now my tears are vain;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid,
For I the Lord have slain!

4 A second look he gave, that said,
"I freely all forgive:

This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou may'st live."

5 Thus while his death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,

Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too!

Romans 5:8.

THOU, O my Jesus, thou didst me
Upon the cross embrace;

For me didst bear the nails and spear,
And manifold disgrace ;-

2 And griefs and torments numberless,
And sweat of agony,

Yea, death itself; and all for one
That was thine enemy.

3 Then, why, O blesséd Jesus Christ,
Should I not love thee well?

Not for the hope of winning heaven,
Nor of escaping hell ;-

4 Not with the hope of gaining aught,
Not seeking a reward;

But as thyself hast lovéd me,
O ever-loving Lord!

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5 Ev'n so I love thee, and will love,

And in thy praise will sing;

Solely because thou art my God,
And my eternal King.

HOW

OW condescending and how kind
Was God's eternal Son!

Our misery reached his heavenly mind,
And pity brought him down.

2 He sunk beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to his throne;
There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows,
But cost his heart a groan.

3 This was compassion, like a God,
That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

4 Now, though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great;
Well he remembers Calvary,

Nor let his saints forget.

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Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.

2 Follow to the judgment-hall;

View the Lord of life arraigned;
Oh, the wormwood and the gall!
Oh, the pangs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.

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