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O love no human tongue can tell,
Thou on my head wilt place a crown, O love divine, unsearchable!
Thus shall I stand before the throne ed , God gave his well-beloved
Of thy dear heav'nly Father,
That he lost man thereby might save; To live to all eternity;
In bliss no tongue can utter, 3 Jesus, I never can forget
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thou hast sustained; JESUS I am richly bless'd
By thy bitter passion;
O how is my soul refresh'd
In the meditation
Which thou hast endured!
By thy death for me a place on,
And on thy faithfulness recline Is in heav'n procured. de With humble resignation.
2 Jesus, who hast once been dead, 4 My song in thy great loveliness,
Now for ever livest; Both day and night shall center; Thou in ev'ry time of need von Amidst all wants and feebleness,
Kindly me relievest,
And dost help to me afford :
Faithful Lord and Saviour,
Give me what thy death procur’d, , Thy holy name be praised !
And I'm rich for ever.
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WHEN Jesus hung upon the cross, d
5 Thou canst true comfort to me yield Expiring to retrieve our loss,
Bereft of consolation,
Our serious meditation.
And with his father for them pleads,
(His matchless goodness showing); In thirst thou shalt my well-spring be, Hesaith.“ Forgive them; they know not In solitude my company,
What they to me are doing.”
Since thou art my salvation ? The object of his favor :
In pain my consolation ; [breast, “Be with me, and for ever."
• Behold thy son, O mother; Thou art, when storms of trials blow, O John, thy mother there behold.”
Thus, Christians, love each other.
5 Hark! how the meek&suff’ring Lanb 7 When I in heav'n shall rest with thee, Doth on the cross," I thirst” exclaim; Thou God of my salvation,
Such thirst the Lord sustained
Joy for his grief hath gained,
6 Next take to heart his anguish great, 2 Oh! this makes me think with sighing When, press'd beneath sin's pond'rous I'm the cause: Behold the Man ! weight,
Then his love which I'm enjoying,
Comforts me: Behold the Man !
Makes 7 - 'Tis finish'd," was the solemn
my eyes with tears o'erflow, word,
Till to him I've leave to go. When for mankind our dying Lord 3 Wounded head, back plough'd with Had gain'd complete salvation ;
furrows, Ye mourning sinners, all rejoice
Visage marrd: Behold the Man! To hear this declaration.
Eyes how dim, how full of sorrows, 8 The last, attention due demands: Sunk with grief: Behold the Man ! “O Father, now into thy hands
Lamb of God, led to the slaughter,
Melted, poured out like water;
Viewing thee, thou slaughter'dLamb. 9 All those who here enjoy, by faith, The blessed fruits of Jesus' death,
T. 217. True bliss in him possessing, Find in his seven dying words When thou in death didst bow thy head A treasure of rich blessing.
All nature, Lord, was struck with
The op'ning graves gave up their dead O BEHOLD your Saviour wounded, ,
Earth trembled, rocks were rent in Hanging on th' accursed cross ;
sunder : None hath e'er the love expounded,
Then felt the pow'rs of hell below
Their last irrevocable blow;
Thy aim was then by right obtained, Pray for foes 'midst keen affliction,
To free the souls by Satan chained; "O forgive them; they don't know, Now, thro' thy anguish and distress, Heav'nly Father, what they do."
The captives find a full release, 2 At his cross's foot now tarry, View his languid, marred face,
2 Thou, who the nail-prints dost retain, Mark his care for John and Maryi
Tho'to thy glorious throne ascended,
Whose side's incision doth remain,
And thorn-marks which thy head
once rended: “God! why hast thou me forsaken ?” And - Tis finish'd !" Jesus cries,
This is thy most transcendent form
Which doth our hearts transport and Yields his spirit, droops and dies.
warm, T. 168.
As thou upon the cross didst languish, SINCE with awe in strains melodious, Or, as thy body, pale and dead,
Extended there in keenest anguish;
In the cold sepulchre was laid.
Ah, Behold, behold the man! 3 'Tis the most lovely attitude On thy dying look, dear Saviour, Wherein we can behold our Saviour,
When by the eye of faith he's view'd, I am never tir'd to gaze
I will fix my eyes
With blood and bruises stain'd all At thy lovely bleeding face.
For, more than all that can be said 2 Lord Jesus ! who is like to thee!
3 How that blest moment I regard, sed While meditating on his death.
When thou didst bow thy head ! 4 Christ's agony, his death and blood O had my list'ning ear but heard Shall be our joy and consolation, The
that left thee dead ! The grace unmerited bestow'd
4 How highly favor'd had I been, On us our constant meditation; lap
Had I with John stood by,
beloved Saviour seen 145 He will continue still to feed us,
In keenest anguish die!
Thy side for me then pierc'd,
With what emotion had I thence
Seen blood and water burst! 100.* T. 594.
6 It is as tho' my eyes now view'd ONE view, Lord Jesus, of thy passion This heart-affecting sight,
Wilt make the fainting spirit glad; And ev'ry scene depicted stood wheel This yields us solid consolation, 'Fore me in clearest light.
When thy dear blood, so freely shed, 7 O might thy dying love divine
Become to me more clear, When thou dostgive to us thy peace; And smile in ev'ry smile of mine, end Ah, then our arms of faith are ready,
And flow in ev'ry tear.
8 When I depart, my latest breath
To thee, Lord, shall ascend,
As a thank-off'ring for thy death;
Thus, blest my race will end.
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Thy Maker sinks in death! Deep in my heart engrav'd remain, Cover'd with stripes and wounds for 3 O might I live in the enjoyment
Thy Saviour yields his breath. [thee
To muse upon what he sustain'd! Deep sighs and groans he sends to God
My poor& worthless name doth stand, b; Support me, till I in the haven 3 Thou Prince of glory knew'st no sin ; Of endless joy shall safely land.
What caus’d thee then such pain ?
Thou harmless, undefil'd and clean, T. 14.
What caus'd thee to be slain ?
Upon the ocean's shore,
Have been the cruel, murďrous hands
That wounded thee so sore.
5 What anguish, what tormenting pain 6 Joy for thy torments we receive, Thy soul did rack and tear!
Life in thy death have found; All this thou freely didst sustain, For the reproaches of thy cross But I deserv'd to bear.
Shall be with glory crown'd.
To ease my burden'd heart: (whole, or thy redeeming love;
To live with thee above!
104. T. 14. Thyself wouldst pay my
debt immense, Thereby to set me free.
ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed, 8 Thou art destruction to the grave,
And did my Sov'reign die?
Would he devote his sacred head Death's enemy severe;
For such a worm as I? That each in bondage as its slave,
Might now be sav'd from fear, 2 Was it for crimes that I had done, 9 My debt to thee, God, who art love, Amazing pity! grace unknown !
He groan'd upon the tree?
And love beyond degree !
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide 10 Grant'methe grace, while I am here, When God th' almighty Maker dy'd,
And shut his glories in, (Since I can nothing give)
An oft'ring for my sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While Jesus' cross appears;
heart, in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes in tears!. BEHOLD the Saviour of the world
Imbru'd with sweat and gore, Expiring on th' accursed cross,
T. 22. Where he our sorrows bore ! WHEN I by faith my Saviour see 2 Compassion for man's fallen race Expiring on the cross for me,
Brought down God's only Son, Satan and sin no more can move, To veil in flesh his radiant face, For I am fillid with Jesus' love. And for their sins atone.
2 His thorns and'nails pierce thro' my 3 Who can to love his name forbear, heart,
That of his suff'rings hears, In ev'ry groan I bear a part; And finds the ransom of his soul I view his wounds with streaming eyes;
Was blood as well as tears? But see! he bows his head, and dies! 4. When earth and hell's malicious 3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of
Encompass'd thee around, (pow'rs God, Thy sacred blood, O Son of God, Wounded and dead, & bath'd in blood !
Stream'd forth from ev'ry wound: Behold his side, and venture near, 5 Till death’s pale ensigns o'er thy The well of endless life is here. cheeks,
4. Here I forget my cares and pains ; And trembling lips were spread;
thirst remains; Till light forsook thy dying eyes, Only the fountain-head above
And life thy drooping head. Can satisfy the thirst of love.
5 0 that I thus could always feel ! 2 His flesh istorn with whips and nails; Lord, more and more thy love reveal! His strength decays, his spirit fails : Then my glad tongue shall loud pro- His side is pierc'd, his heart is broke: The grace and glory of thy name.[claim Our sins upon himself he took. 6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear, 3 The thieves expiring on each side Revives
heart and charms mine ear; Proclaim thecrimes for which they dy’d: Affords a balm for ev'ry wound,
But what, dear Saviour, hast thou done? And Satan trembles at the sound, Thou dyd'st for sin, but not thine own.
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O great, O'boundless mystery!
head in deep amaze,
Stretch'd out upon the tree;
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Go forth in spirit, go
To Calv'ry's holy mount;
See there thy Friend between two
Suft'ring on thy account. [thieves, 3 All righteousness did he fulfil,
2 Fall at his cross's foot,
And say, "My God and Lord,
Here let me dwell, and view those
Which life for me procurod.”.
3 Fix on that face thine eye;
Why dost thou backward shrink? This wounded him so sore.
What a base rebel thou hast been
To Christ, thou now dost think. 5 But hence our confidence begins; For we may boldly say,
4 Fear not ; for this is he
Who always loves us first,
And with white robes of righteousness 6 Our God is fully reconcil'd,
Delights to deck the worst,
5 Or art thou at a loss
What thou to bim shalt say?
Be but sincere, and all thy case
Just as it is display.
If ye accept, he'll give;
Thy plaintive cry he'll hear,
Look with an eye of pity down,
And grant thee all thy pray's.
Each sinner may
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BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
Naiļd to the shameful tree;
How vast the love that him inclin'd-
To bleed and die for thee!