I SAW One hanging on a tree, Who fixed His languid eyes on me, 2 Sure, never till my latest breath, It seemed to charge me with His death, Though not a word He spoke. 3 A second look He gave, which said, "I freely all forgive; This blood is for thy ransom paid; I die that thou may'st live." 4 Thus while His death my sin displays 257 John Newton 1779 To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now, Our weary souls repair, To dwell upon Thy dying love, And taste its sweetness there. AVON C. M. 3 2 Sweet resting-place of every heart 3 There, through Thine hour of deepest woe, Thy suffering spirit passed; Grace there its wondrous victory gained, 4 Dear suffering Lamb, Thy bleeding wounds, With cords of love divine, Have drawn our willing hearts to Thee, 5 Thy sympathies and hopes are ours: Redeemed and blest by Thee. 6 Our longing eyes would fain behold Edward Denny 1839 H. WILSON 258 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed, Would He devote that sacred head 2 Was it for crimes that I had done 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut His glories in, When God, the mighty Maker, 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, mine 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. Isaac Watts 1707 4 What language shall I borrow O make me Thine forever; Outlive my love to Thee Paul Gerhardt 1656 260 My sins, my sins, my Saviour! I heard Thy pleading prayer, John Samuel Bewley Monsell 186: MAGDALENA 7s, 6s, D. J. STAINER O Jesus, we a- dore Thee, Up- on the cross, our King; We bow our hearts be - fore Thee; Thy gracious name we sing: That name hath brought salvation, That name, in life our My sins,my sins,my Saviour! Their guilt I never knew Till, with Thee,in the des- ert I near Thy passion drew; Till, with Thee, in the garden,I heard Thy pleading prayer, And saw the sweat-drops bloody,That told Thy sorrow there. 25 b 262 THY life was given for me! Thy blood, O Lord, was shed That I might ransomed be, And quickened from the dead. Thy life was given for me: What have I given for Thee? 2 Long years were spent for me In weariness and woe, That through eternity Thy glory I might know. Long years were spent for me: Have I spent one for Thee? 3 Thy Father's home of light, Thy rainbow-circled throne, Were left for earthly night, ST. BRIDE S. M. For wanderings sad and lone. Yea, all was left for me: Have I left aught for Thee? 4 And Thou hast brought to me Down from Thy home above Salvation full and free, Thy pardon and Thy love. Great gifts Thou broughtest me: 5 O let my life be given, My years for Thee be spent! Frances Ridley Havergal 1858 263 O PERFECT life of love! All, all is finished now; All that He left His throne above 2 No pain that we can share 3 And on His thorn-crowned head, Our sins in all their guilt were laid, Henry Williams Baker 1874 |