5 Whenever my frail nature swerves 3 I see him in the garden I Shed floods of bitter tears, Within thy wounds, O God my Rock, Till, thro' his pores in anguish, And in those clefts abide. soul 6 O thou, who to redeem my 7 Thy suff'rings then, and bitter death, Can yield me any further joy, 360.* T. 151. BEHOLD, my soul, thy Saviour Thy ev'ry pain he eases, In him thou find'st relief, The Lamb of God can trace, The blood-sweat forc'd its way. 4 I fully am assured My Saviour loveth me, His back plough'd o'er with furrows, His boundless love declare. 5 My fav'rite theme is Jesus, Ah, view him on the cross! I could not bear to live. 6 Near Jesus' cross I tarry, 7 What undeserved favor Thou, Lord, didst me receive, I thank thee for thy grace; 361.* T. 146. LORD Jesus, who for me Hast endless bliss obtained, And as thy property My soul by blood regained: Accept a weeping eye, A warm and grateful heart, Tho' a thank-off'ring poor, Yet take it in good part. 2 Jesus, thy dying love And thy blood-bought salvation, By day and night shall prove My fav'rite meditation. When I commune with thee, As tho' before mine eyes I saw thee bodily; My faith this vivifies. 3 I look to Golgotha, For me I view thee languish, And melt like wax away Before thy pain and anguish; By faith I see God's wrath In what on thee did fall, The fountain too and bath For offences all. my 4 Most gracious God and Lord! Mankind's almighty Saviour! Worthy to be ador'd By all both now and ever! Those souls are blest indeed Who thee embrace by faith, As thou for us wast laid Low in the dust of death. 5 In thee I trust by faith, Jesus, my God and Saviour; On thy atoning death My soul shall feed for ever; Thy suff'rings shall remain Deep on my heart imprest, Thou Son of God and man! Till I with thee shall rest. I revere-him with fear: 2 Heart-reviving is the view 3 Lamb of God, all praise to thee! 363.* T. T. 97. THANKS to the Man of sorrows be, Had he not shed his blood our debt to 2 O had not Jesus' blood been shed, No 3 Rise, brethren, we to all the earth Our Lord's atonement will set forth, Will love our Master unto death, And humbly cleave to him by faith. Lord Jesus, be thou prais'd eternally, If there no Jesus were, what should we be ! 364.* T. 146. WE sinners void of good, Defil'd by sin and stained, 2 When we thy mercy weigh, How nails and scourges tore thee, Our debt immense to pay; We melt in tears before thee: Thy pain, thy stripes and wounds, Thy death, thou slaughter'd Lamb, Whence all our bliss redounds, Our grateful praises claim. 3 Eternal thanks be thine, This is our only plea, That thou for us hast dy'd. 365.* T. 15. THY blood, thy blood the deed hath wrought, That won me for thee, Saviour; Else had I never on thee thought, Nor come to thee for ever. 2 Tho' I'm a sinful creature still, I have a full exemption From serving since, since thou didst quell Its pow'r by thy redemption. 3 I feel how much in debt I am, This makes me oft ashamed; Yet as thy purchase, slaughter'd Lamb, I am thro' grace esteemed. 4 O let me thee behold in faith, As thou for me wast wounded; And trust in thy atoning death, Whereon my bliss is grounded. 5 Thy mercy ne'er from me remove; But under thy direction, Let me experience, while I live On earth, thy kind protection. 6 May this each day be my employ, In endless bliss and glory, Thy bitter suff'rings, death and blood O'er thy bloody-wounded body, Hath procur'd for me salvation. 2 Thy blood was shed for me, I know, For my redemption did it flow; O sweetest consolation! There is-true bliss, But thy blood-bought salvation : Virtue healing-all that's ailing, Life, altho' my flesh be dying. 367. T. 228. O HAPPY hour! by faith I see Upon the cross outstretched; To be feeble,-and not able To live without his atonement. 2 A sinner I, and full of blame; But" Saviour" is his precious name; He nothing will deny me; His blood was shed for me, I know, Thence blessings in abundance flow, Nought else could.satisfy me. My God!-thy blood Still can wash me-and refresh me; It is cleansing, God, Pardon, life, and grace dispensing. LAMB of God beloved, But unbounded grace, 2 This fills me with rapture, That thou bar'st my smart, And thy dying figure Captivates my heart; Since thou by thy passion Didst for me atone, I myself surrender To thee, as thine own. 3 In thy wounds, O Jesus! I have found true peace; Thou in all distresses Art my hiding-place; Unto thee I'll ever Look with humble faith, And rejoice, and glory In thy wounds and death. 4 I unworthy sinner Lie before thy throne; Tho' I scarce am able 369. T. 341. 'TIS done, my God hath dy'd, My love is crucify'd. Break, this stony heart of mine, Pour my eyes a ceaseless flood, Feel, my soul, the pangs divine, 2 To love thee, Lord,-ah! this Ev'n here is heav'nly bliss; With thy love my heart inspire, There by faith for ever dwell; This I always will desire, Nothing but thy love to feel. 3 He bore the curse of all, A spotless criminal: Burden'd with our crimes and guilt, Dy'd, to make the sinner clean. Just in One we ALL are made: Christ the law fulfill'd alone, Dy'd for all, for all obey'd. 5 In him complete I shine, His death, his life is mine; Fully am I justify'd; Free from sin, and more than free, Guiltless, since for me he dy'd, Righteous, since he liv'd for me! 6 Jesus! to thee I how, Approach thee humbly now. O the depths of love divine! Who thy wisdom's stores can tell? Knowledge infinite is thine, All thy ways unsearchable. His mercy, love and grace; Which caus'd his death, When on the cross Catch, my heart, the issuing blood! He died to ransom us. 3 By his blood shed,-The Lamb hath paid My ransom price, Offer'd a sacrifice Well-pleasing unto God;-His blood And solid happiness. 372. T. 159. I'M overcome with humble shame, 4. His cries and pray'rs,-His bitter I ever wish to be. tears, - 371. T. 205. LAMB of God, thy precious blood, Healing wounds, and bitter death, Be our trust, our only boast, Blessed object of our faith! Thy once marred countenance Comfort to our hearts dispense, By thy anguish, stripes and pain May we life and strength obtain. 2 We adore thee evermore, Jesus, for thy boundless grace; For thy cross-whereby for us Thou hast gain'd true happiness; For thy death which sets us free From sin's cruel slavery; For thy all-atoning blood, Which hath brought us nigh to God. 3 What can we now give to thee, For thy unexampled love! We're unclean-and full of sin, Till thou dost our guilt remove; On thy meritorious death: 2 'Tis then, with happy John, I view His body, mark'd with scars; Like Mary, I his feet bedew With floods of sinner-tears; 3 Free from the noisy, busy crowd, 373. T. 166. WHAT praise unto the Lamb is due! How should this theme our souls inspire When we his boundless love review, And see him in his blood expire! Who can describe how much he lov'd, Or paint that strong and fervent zeal, With which his tender heart was mov'd, When he sustain'd the of hell! pangs 2 While others make the law their aim, Thence count their gain, thence mourn their loss, We'll know, and seek no other name Than Jesus bleeding on the cross; Jesus, the mourning sinner's feast, The true believer's only Good; He longs to give, we long to taste Our meat and drink his flesh and blood. 3 In lively colors, Jesus, draw [breast; Thy bleeding wounds within my And make thy dying love my law, Till sin is wholly dispossest: |