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9 Lord, at my dissolution

16 O boundless love! O love beyond Do not from me depart,

expression, Support, at the conclusion

Constraining thee to choose such bitter Of life, my fainting heart;

passion ! And when I'pine and languish, I lived in the world's and sins enjoySeiz'd with death's agony,


Thou barest torment,
O by thy pain and anguish
Set me at liberty.

7 Ogreatest King! whose power is

unbounded, 10 Lord, grant me thy protection, How can thy mercy be aright expound. Remind me of thy death

ed ? And glorious resurrection,

Mysterious depth! th' incarnate God When I resign my breath :

is sighing,

For sinners dying. Ah then, though I be dying, 'Midst sickness, grief and pain,

8 Thy dying love all other love doth I shall (on thee relying)

swallow, Eternat life obtain.

My mind to trace its limits is too shallow;

For such compassion, and for love so 86.* T. 36.

tender, What shall I render ?

[blamed, DEAR Jesus! wherein art thou to be

9 One thing I'll gladly do to give thee

pleasure, Why is death's sentence against thee No more to sin I'll yield in any mea

proclaimed ? What is thy crime? of what art thou Lest it again seduce my mind and accused, While thus abused ?

To old offences. 2 I see thee scourg’d, plung’d in a sea 10 But as my strength is far too weak of sorrows,

and feeble Beat in the face, thy back plough'd To crucify my flesh and innate evil:

with deep furrows, Thy temples crown'd with thorns, in Lord, let thy Spirit graciously direct


From sin protect me. mock'ry hailed, To the cross nailed: 3 3. Why was thy soul with hellish pain 11 Unto thy praise my all I'll gladly

venture, surrounded? Alas, my sins have thee, my Saviour, Upon thy shame and cross I'll freely

enter; wounded!

Nor pain, nor death, shall change my I should have waded thro’ this sea of

resolution, Nor persecution. anguish, Which made thee languish. 4 There is no good at all in my whole 12 Do not despise, I pray, my weak nature,

endeavor Sin hath diffus’d its shame through er'ry To praise and love and serve thee, feature;

dearest Saviour: I had desery'd eternal consternation,

Take soul and body, Lord, as an ob-
And condemnation.


For all thy passion. 5 How highly wonderful is this pro- 13 When thou shalt give to me a crown ceeding!

of glory, The Shepherd for his wand'ring sheep When all is swallow'd up that's transiis bleeding;

tory, The Master pays for servants' misbeha- Then shall my voice be suited to the

vior, That loving Saviour !| matter, And praise thee better.


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Both the water and the blood
87.* T. 152. or 9.

Wash the guilty creature.
CHRIST, who saves us by his cross,
Who in nought offended,

7 Joseph, having leave obtain'd,
He was in the night for us

And got spices ready,
Betray'd, apprehended,

From the cross (by love constrain’d)
Led before a wicked race,

Took our Saviour's body:

Had it, with all decent grace,
Falsely was accused,

To his own tomb carry'd;
Laugh’d at, mock’d, spit in the face,

Where the keepers for three days
Shamefully abused.

To secure it tarry'd.
2 In the morn, at the sixth hour,
He was led with fury,

8 Grant, o Christ, thou Son of God, Asa foe of civil pow'r,

Through thy bitter passion,
'Fore a heathen jury,

That we, as thy smart's reward,
Who him try'd, but found him free Joy in thy salvation:
Of th' imputed treason;

That we ever weigh the cause
Herod mocked him, yet he

Of thy death and suff'ring,
Found for death no reason.

Yea for this, though poor we are,

Bring thee our thank-off'ring!
3 At nine was the Son of God
By the scourges furrow'd,

And the thorny crown forc'd blood
From his sacred forehead.

O World, see thy Creator
With a purple garment mock'd,

Extended, like a traitor,
On all sides assailed,

Upon the cross's tree !
He must bear the cross to which

Behold him, while expiring,
He was to be nailed.

And for mankind acquiring
4 He at noon was on the cross

Thereby life, grace and liberty.
Rear'd for our transgression,
Where he pray'd and bled for us,

2 Draw near: thou wilt discover,

How blood and sweat all over
procure salvation :

His sacred body dyes;
The spectators shook their heads,
Had him in derision,

Out of his heart most noble,
Till the sun his beams withdrew

For inexhausted trouble,
From so sad a vision.

Sighs are successive foll'wing sighs.

3 Who hath thee thus abused,
5 At three Jesus cry'd, “ My God,

Dear Lord, and so much bruised
Why am I forsaken?”
Having vinegar and gall,

Thy most majestic face?
Which was offer'd, taken,

Thou art no sin's transactor,
He then yielded up the ghost!

Thou art no malefactor,
Pause, my soul, and wonder ;

Like others of the human race.
Then the temple's vail was rent, 4 I, I, and my transgressions,
Rocks cleft asunder.

Which by my own confessions
6 When the Lord of glory dy'd,

Exceed the sea-shore sands;
Not a bone was broken,

These, these have been the reason
But a soldier pierc'd his side

Of thy whole bitter season,
For a lasting token :

Of all thy bruises, stripes and bands,
From thence stream'd a double flood

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5. I ought to have been pained,
And fast for ever chained

Both hand and foot in hell ;

89. *

The bonds and scourges tearing, How patiently. to suffer,
Which thou, my God, wast bearing, When any to me offer

My soul, my soul desery'd to feel. Rude acts of malice and ill-will. 6 I'll be with the beholders,

14 I'll be my flesh denying, And see thee on thy shoulders

And gladly crucyfying, Bear my prodigious load:

With Christ, each sinful lust : Thou tak'st the corse-infliction,

What in thy sight is odious Giv'st for it benediction;

I'll leave, howe'er commodious, Thy death procures my peace with God. By help and strength which thoa be.

stow'st. 7 As Surety thou presentest Thyself, to die consentest

15 Thy sighs and groans unnumber'd, For me in debt all o'er;

And, from thy heart encumber'd,

The countless tears forth prest;
A crown of thorns thou wearest,

These shall at my dismission,
All scorn and pain thou bearest,
With patience never known before. To final rest's fruition

Convoy me to thy arms and breast. 8 Into death's jaws thou leaping Provid'st for my escaping,

T. 165. Lest I its sting should prove;

THOUSAND times by me be greetMy curse and condemnation

Jesus, who hast loved me, [ed, Thou bear'st, for my salvation :

And thyself to death submitted O most unheard-of fire of love!

For my treasons against thee: 9 The highest obligations

Ah! how happy do I feel, Bind me through all life's stations,

When 'fore thee I humbly kneel T'express my tbanks to thee; At the cross where thou expiredst, Weak as I am and feeble,

And true life for me acquiredst, As far as I am able,

2 Jesus, thee I view in spirit, I'll yield thee service willingly. Cover'd o'er with blood and wounds; 10 While here on earth I'm living,

Now salvation, through thy merit, I nothing have worth giving

For my sin-sick soul abounds, To thee for all thy pain;

O who can, thou Prince of Peace, Yet shall thy passion ever,

Who didst thirst for opr release, Till soul and body sever

Fully fathom all that's treasur'd Deep in my heart engrav'd remain. In thy love's design unmeasur'd! 11 Its fresh representation

3 Heal me, O my soul's Physician,

Wheresoe'er I'm sick or sad;
Shall raise my admiration,
Where'er I turn or move ;

All the woes of my condition

By thy balm be now allay'd: I'!l take it for a mirror

Heal the hurts which Adam wrought, Of innocence, for terror To guilt, but seal of truth and love. Or which on myself I've brought;

If thy blood me only cover, 12 How greatly man incenses My distress will soon be over. The Lord by his offences;

4 On my heart thy wounds for ever God's holiness how stern;

Be inscrib'd indelibly, How rigʻrous he chastiseth,

That I ne'er forget, dear Saviour,
When he with wrath baptizeth;

What thou hast endur'd for me :
This from thy suff'rings will I learn. Thou'rt indeed my highest good,
13 From thence I'll be taught truly, End of all solicitude ;
How to be pure and holy,

Let me, at thy feet abased,
Resigu'd, compos'd and still; Be to taste thy friendship raised.


T. 168.

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Ś With the deepest adoration

91.* T. 165. Humbly at thy feet I lie;

CHRIST,thy wounds&bitter passion, And, with ardent supplication,

Bloody sweat, cross, death, and tomb, Unto thee for succor cry;

Be my daily meditation, My petition kindly hear;

Till I to thy presence come. Say, in answer to my pray'r :

When a sinful thought would start, • 1 will change thy grief

and sadness Ready to seduce my heart, Into comfort, joy and gladness."

Thy sore pain effectually by 6 Jesus, at my dissolution

Me forbid with sin to dally. Take my longing soul to thee; 2 Should my bosom with lewd passion ed Let thy wounds at the conclusion Be infiam'd, and burn with sin, of this life, my refuge be!

Let the thoughts of thine oblation When in death I close mine eyes, Quench that spreading fire within. Let me wake in paradise,

Would the tempter make his way And in endless bliss and glory To my heart, Lord, grant I may St. With the saints in heav'n adore thee. By thy wounds, thy pain and anguish,

All his vile intrusions vanquish. 90.*

3 Would the world with gay temptation Draw me to its own broad

ways ces JESUS, Source of my salvation,

Let me think upon thy passion,
Conqu’ror both of death and hell!

And the load which on thee lay: Thou who didst, as my oblation, Sure the sweat and precious blood Feel what I deserv'd to feel :

Of the dying Lamb of God
Throthy saffrings, death and merit, Can arm me, on each occasion,
I eternal life inherit;

To oppose th' infatuation.
Thousand, thousand thanks to thee,

4 Lord, in ev'ry sore oppression,
Dearest Lord, for ever be!

Let thy wounds be my relief;
how basely wast thou used,

When I seek thine intercession,
Buffeted and spit upon!

Add new strength to my belief.
Scourg'd and torn, and sorely bruised, Ah, the feeling of thy peace
Thou the heav'nly Father's Son :


troubled heart at ease,
Me, poor sinner, to deliver

And affords a demonstration
From the devil's pow'r for ever! Of thy love and my salvation.

Thousand, &c.

5 All my hope and consolation,
3 Lord, thy deep humiliation

Christ, is in thy bitter death;
Paid for my presumptuous pride ;

At the hour of expiration,
I need fear no condemnation,

Lord, receive my dying breath,
Since for sinners thou hast dy'd ;

Most of all, when I go hence,
Thou becam’st a curse, dear Saviour, Let this be my confidence,
To restore me to God's favor.

That thy deep humiliation
Thousand, &c.

Hath procured my salvation,
4 Lord, I'll praise thee now and ever

T. 126.
For thy bitter pain and smart,

O Lord, when condemnation
For thy agonizing shiver,
For thy wounds and pierced heart; Then let thy bitter passion

And guilt afflict my soul,
For thy stooping under sentence The rising storm control :
For thy death and love divine,
Lord, I'll be for ever thine.

By paying what I ow'd,

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Of God's wrath and fiery vengeance :

Remind me, that thy sacred blood

Hath cancell'd my transgressions


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2 O wonder far exceeding

T. 167. All human thought and sense!

O The love wherewith I'm loved,
Heav’n’s Sov’reign was seen bleeding

O the undeserved grace ;
To wipe off my offence:
The Prince of life

Thou, O Love, by mercy moved,
gave up his breath

thee For me, whose vile rebellion



As a Lamb led to the slaughter Deserv'd an endless death.

Goest to the cross's tree, 3 Though sins exceed a mountain, Seal'st thy love with blood and water, Or sands on ocean's shore,

Bear'si the world's iniquity.
The everlasting fountain
Of Jesus' blood hath pow'r

2 Love, so strikingly displayed To wash all sin and guilt away,

In thy tears and bloody sweat: And save me from that terror

Love, by sinful men betrayed, Which held me in dismay.

Dragg'd before the judgment-seat :

Love, who for my soul's salvation, 4 My heart, while here 'iis moving, Willingly didst shed thy blood,

Shall beat with fervent praise Through thy death and bitter passion To thee, who art so loving

I am reconcild to God.
To the lost human race :
Thy dying words and agony

3 Love, who as my bleeding Saviour

Didst my heart in righteousness Shall be my meditation,

Unto thee betroth for ever, Tal I am call'd to thee.

Ah, I thank thee for thy grace : 5 Lord, let thy bitter passion Love, who thus himself engaged, Dwell always in my mind,

Let my mis'ry and my smart To raise an indignation

Now entirely be assuaged Gainst sin of ev'ry kind;

In thy wounded bleeding heart, That henceforth I may ne'er forget

4 Love, who hast for me endured The greatness of that ransom,

Death upon the accursed tree, Which paid my endless debt.

And eternal bliss procured, 6 All pains and tribulations,


soul with love to thee.
Contempt and worldly spite, Lord, how hast thou captivated
Help me to bear with patience ; My else cold and lifeless heart !
And always fix my sight

Let me till to heav'n translated
On that unerring rule of faith,

Never more from thee depart.
Thy blessed steps to follow,
Until my latest breath.
7 O may my life and labor

A Lamb went forth, and bare the guilt Express what thou hast done,

Of all the world together,
By love towards my neighbor, Most patiently his blood he spilt
By serving ev'ry one

To pay for ev'ry debtor;
Without self-int'rest or disguise; He freely took sin's heavy load,
And may thy pure example

To reconcile us unto God; Be my best exercise !

All comfort he refused : 8 When I give up my spirit

He underwent reproach and blame, To thee my Judge and God,

Death on the cross, with stripes and O then apply the merit

And said, “I freely choose it.”[shame, Of thy atoning blood;

2 This Lamb is God omnipotent, And let my faith its pow'r display, The sovereign Creator,

And rest upon thy promise The Son, who by the Father sent, To save me in that day.

Assum'd our feeble naiure;


T. 216.

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