3 Believing, we rejoice

To feel the curse remove;

We bless the LAMB with cheerful voice,
And trust His bleeding love.

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"Christ also hath once suffered for sins."
1 Pet. iii. 18.

STRICKEN, smitten, and afflicted, See Him dying on the tree; "Tis the CHRIST by man rejected! Yes, my soul, 'tis He! 'tis He! 2 'Tis the long-expected Prophet; David's son, yet David's Lord;Proofs I see sufficient of it'Tis a true and faithful word.

8's & 7's

3 Mark the sacrifice appointed!
See who bears the awful load!
'Tis the Word-the LORD's Anointed-
Son of MAN, and Son of GOD!

4 Here we have a firm foundation;
Here's the refuge of the lost;
CHRIST's the rock of our salvation-
His the name of which we boast.

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"Plenteous in mercy," &c.

Ps. lxxxvi. 5.

P.M.

Y faith, I view my SAVIOUR, dying on the

BY

tree:

To ev'ry nation He is crying, "Look to me !'
He bids the guilty now draw near-
Repent, believe, dismiss their fear,

Hark! hark! these precious words I hear
Mercy's free!

2 Did CHRIST, when I was sin pursuing, pity me? And did He snatch my soul from ruin: can it be! Oh! yes, He did salvation bring:

He is my Prophet, Priest, and King :

And now my happy soul can sing, Mercy's free! 3 JESUS, the mighty GoD, has spoken Peace to me! Now all my chains of sin are broken: I am free! Soon as I in His name believ'd, The HOLY SPIRIT I receiv'd,

[Mercy's free! And CHRIST from death my soul retriev'd: 4 And ev'ry moment CHRIST is precious unto me! JEHOVAH still my soul refreshes: Mercy's free! None can describe the bliss I prove,

While through the wilderness I rove:

All may enjoy the SAVIOUR's love! Mercy's free! 5 How sweet this truth, ye sinners, hear it! Mercy's free!

Ye ministers of GOD, declare it! Mercy's free!
Visit the heathen's dark abode,
Proclaim to all the love of God,

[free! And spread the joyful news abroad: Mercy's 6 Long as I live I'll still be crying, Mercy's free! [Mercy's free! And this shall be my song, when dying, And when the vale of death I've pass'd, When lodg'd above the stormy blast, [free! I'll sing while endless ages last, Mercy's

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"God forbid that I should glory save in the

cross of Christ."—Gal. vi. 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 beside

L.M.

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 for JESU's blood.

3 See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingling down;
Did e'er such love, such sorrows meet,
When thorns compos'd the SAVIOUR's crown?
4 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.

"TIS finish'd! The MESSIAS dies,

L.M.

sine, but not His own:

Accomplish'd is the sacrifice,

The great redeeming work is done. 2 'Tis finish'd! all the debt is paid; Justice divine is satisfied;

The grand and full atonement made;
CHRIST for a guilty world hath died.

3 The veil is rent in CHRIST alone;
The living way to heav'n is seen;
The middle wall is broken down,
And all mankind may enter in.

4 The types and figures are fulfilled;
Exacted is the legal pain;

The precious promises are seal'd;
The spotless LAMB OF GOD is slain.

5 The reign of sin and death is o'er,
And all may live from sin set free;
Satan hath lost his mortal power ;
"Tis swallow'd up in victory.

6 Sav'd from the legal curse I am,
My SAVIOUR hangs on yonder tree:
See there the meek, expiring LAMB!
'Tis finish'd! He expires for me.

7 Accepted in the Well-belov'd,

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And clothed in righteousness divine,
I see the bar to heav'n removed;
And all Thy merits, LORD, are mine.

HA

"I have finished the work."

John xvii. 4.

8, 7, 4.

ARK! the voice of love and mercy,
Sounds aloud from Calvary!

See! it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky.
"It is finish'd!"

Hear the dying SAVIOUR cry!
2 It is finish'd!-0 what pleasure
Do these charming words afford;
Heav'nly blessings without measure
Flow to us from CHRIST the LORD!
"It is finish'd!"-
Saints, the dying words record.

3 Finish'd all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law!

Finish'd what our God had promis'd,
Death and hell no more shall awe :

"It is finish'd!”—

Saints, from hence your comfort draw.

4 [Happy souls, approach the table, Taste the soul-reviving food; Nothing half so sweet and pleasant As the SAVIOUR'S flesh and blood: "It is finish'd!"

CHRIST has borne the heavy load.]

5 Tune your hearts anew, ye seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All in earth and all in heaven,
Join to praise IMMANUEL's name:
Hallelujah!

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Glory to the bleeding LAMB.

"A bruised reed shall He not break."

Isa. xlii. 3.

WITH joy we meditate the grace

Of our High Priest above;

His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels yearn with love.

C.M.

2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For He hath felt the same.

3 He in the days of feeble flesh
Pour'd out His cries and tears;
And, though exalted, feels afresh
What ev'ry member bears.

4 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed He never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.