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2 Hark how he groans! while nature Th'incarnate God for me hath dy'd; Andearth's strong pillars
bend;(shakes, My Lord, my Love is crucify'd | The temple's vail in sunder breaks,
2 Behold him, all ye that pass by, The solid marbles rend,
The bleeding Prince of life and peace! 3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid, Come see, ye worms, your Maker die,
“'Tis finish'd!” Jesus cries; And say, was ever grief like his! Behold he bows his sacred head, Come feel, with me, his blood apply'd :
He bows his head, and dies. My Lord, my Love is crucify'd! 4 Salvation thus did he obtain, 3 Is crucify'd for me and you, O mystery divine!
To bring us rebels back to God; O Lamb of God, was ever pain, Believe, believe the record true, Was ever love like thine!
Ye all are bought with Jesus' blood :
Pardon for all flows from his side;
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd !
And gladly catch the healing stream, 'Twas there
my Lord was crucify'd, 'Twas there my Saviour for me dy'd.
All things for him account but loss,
And all give up our hearts to him : 2 The stony heart dissolves in tears,
O may we nothing know beside
112. T. 11.
LET me dwell on Golgotha, To God's eternal, gracious Son.
Weep and love my life away!
While I see him on the tree
Shows my sin in all its guilt:
Ah! my soul, he bore thy load ; 5 Here is an ensign on a hill,
Thou hast slain the Lamb of God. Come hither, sinners, look
your To look aside, is pain and loss;
3 Hark! his dying word: “ Forgive, I glory only in the cross.
Father, let the sinner live; 6 Here doth the Lord of life proclaim I thy ransom freely pay."
Sinner, wipe thy tears away,
4 While I hear this grace reveal'd, Ye wounded, look on him and live.
And obtain my pardon seald,
All my soft affections move,
Now I see the blood-stain'd cross;
Jesus dy'd to set me free 111. T. 96. From the law, and sin, and thee! O Love divinę, what hast thou done! 6 He hath dearly bought my soul;
Th’incarnate God hath dy'd for me! Lord, accept, and claim the whole !
To thy will I all resign,
113. T. 583. Now freely floweth
On him, who Jesus knoweth
Our souls rejoice at this; 2 I, sinful worm, with awe before him with hearts enlarged, bow,
[view : We see our debt discharged,
5 O sing again,
[maintain, Unto the Lamb once slain;
Creator for my sins was slain: Praise, thanks and adoration,
116. T. 14.
THERE is a fountain filld with blood 114.
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood BEHOLD, my soul, the Lamb of God Lose all their guilty stains. Baptiz’dwith tears,and sweat, and blood,
2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,
3 E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream, Subdue cold and lifeless heart;
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love hath been my theme,
And shall be till I die,
4 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, Lord, to be thine,
I'll sing thy pow'r to save;
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring
Lies silent in the grave. (tongue
THY blood so dear and precious,
Love made thee shed for me:
O may I now, dear Jesus,
Love thee most fervently:
Of thy atoning death,
And all thy bilter passion, and
рр. see, By faith look
Ne'er leave me while I've breath. and
(God I see, Whose stream thy thirst assuages, WHENE'ER the suff"ring Lamb of Was rent for thee. :Il:
It raiseth grief and joy alternately; 3 The precious flood
Grief, since I caus'd him all his bitter Of water and of blood,
pain, Of sin-atoning blood,
Joy, since thereby he life for me did gain.
12 All the pains and sorrows ALL hail ! thou Lamb of God,
He endured for us ;
All the tears he shed,
When he in the garden,
Bearing our sin's
burden, Thy suff'ring willingly;
In soul's anguish pray'd :
Yea, each part of toil and smart
soul excites a motion
my Spit upon, crown'd with thorn,
To intense devotion.
3 Soul, from toil reposing,
Languid eyes, just closing,
Side, pierc'd with a spear;
Limbs, to pain inured,
Feet, for me thro' bored,
Hands, the nails did tear ; 2 Bearing the cross's weight, Thou mountest Calv'ry's height,
Head, by right divinely bright,
Crown'd with pointed thorns& bruised, I weeping follow thee, For all is done for me,
Spit on and abused; For me, thine enemy!
4. Breast, which heaves with sorrows; All hail! as in my stead,
Back, plough'd o'er with furrows, Thou, a sin-off'ring made,
From the scourges sore; In torments bow'st thy head;
Arms, in pain extended, Thanks for thy pierced side! Shoulders, raw and wounded, Sinners, sinners,
Hair distain'd with
gore; All ye who pass by,
Sacred Lips, in death how pale ! Hearken, hearken,
Jesus Christ, thy bitter passion Mark his dying cry!
Prompts my adoration. 3 “ 'Tis finishd,” Jesus cries,
5 Lamb of God, thus dearest He bows his head, and dies;
Thou to me appearest; The vail is rent in twain,
O might I each breath Burst is the captive's chain,
Spend, while here I'm living,
In praise and thanksgiving
A poor sinner still I am,
Ah! behold me with compassion,
Grant me consolation.
121. T. 581. Faithful, faithful
MET around the sacred tomb, Saviour, God and Lord!
Friends of Jesus, why those tears? T. 208.
'Midst this sad sepulchral gloom HAPPY meditation
Shall your faith give way to fears? ?
He will soon, ev'n as he said, On my Saviour's passion,
Rise triumphant from the dead. On his death and grave;
2 Hidden from all ages past It can't be expressed
Was the cross's mystery, What a feeling blessed,
Doubts awhile a veil had cast At such times I have,
O'er that first dear family; When I Christ in spirit view,
Till they saw him, and believ'd, In his suffring scenes revising
And as Lord and God receiv'd. My Lord agonizing.
3 Now with tears of love and joy, | 2 For worthless me (O Godlike conWe remember all his pain,
descension !) Sighs and groans and dying cry; The Maker of creation's boundless
For the Lamb for us was slain, sphere, And, from death our souls, to save,
Whom all celestial hosts as Lord revere, Once for'us lay in the grave. Whose pow'r divine is past their com
prehension, 4 Hither, sinners, all repair,
Became a man, my guilty soul to save, And with Jesus Christ be dead,
And rests from labor in the silent Allare safe from Satan's snare,
grave. Who to Jesus' tomb have fled;
3 Here is the place where weary souls Here the weary and opprest
may tarry; Find a never-ending rest.
Tho' near the dead, death can no pow's 5 Wounded Saviour, full of grace, assume,
Hast thou suffer'd thus for me? For life, eternal life rests in this tomb. Ah! I hide my blushing face ; Come then, my pardon'd soul, with How have I requited thee?
(sleep; Should not I with ardor burn Behold thy wearied Master sweetly Some love's token to return?
Admire his matchless love, adore and
weep. 6 But alas, the spark how small !
Scarcely seen at all to glow; 4 I view in thee, thou wan and manLord, thou know'st how short I fall, gled body,
And my growth in grace how slow; My Lord, Ředeemer, Priest and SacriYet when to thy cross I fly,
fice, Soon all strange affections die. The Bread of life, the Pearl of greatest
price, 7 In thy death is all I have thee my refuge made,
My soul's Belov'd, the Fairest, white And when once consign'd to dust,
and ruddy, In the tomb my body's laid,
The promis'd Seed, the Lord our Then with saved souls above
Righteousness, I will praise thy dying love.
The long-predicted Lamb and Prince
of peace. 8 But while here I'm left behind, Burden'd with infirmity,
5 Here will I stay, engag'd in contemMay I help and comfort find,
plation Visiting Gethsemane,
and death; Calvary and Joseph's tomb,
This shall increase and fix my wav'ring Till my sabbath's also come.
Yea, in my soul and body mortify
The sins which did my Jesus crucify. Now soul, with awe and 6 Thou Lord of life! fix thou my soul deep devotion,
and senses To Joseph's tomb, thy Saviour to behold On thee, the dearest object of my heart; Laid in the dust, his body paleand cold. That when from this vain world I shall Ah! in thy stead he drank death's bit- depart, ter potion :
And when the awful scene of death He as a lamb was wounded, bruis'd and commences, slain,
I may resign my spirit unto thee, For thee eternal happiness to gain. And in thy presence live eternally.'
7 Meanwhile I'll love and thank with.
124. * out cessation Thee, my Redeemer, whó my soul O Deepest grief,—which the relief hast bought,
Of mankind hath procured! And me a wand'ring sheep in mercy God's beloved only Son sought!
In a tomb was buried. Accept my tears, my pray'r and adoration;
2 Ye sons of men,---this doleful plan To thee my life, my all I now resign Was laid by your transgression ; In life and death ; O keep me ever What Christ sufferd for your guilt thine!
Is beyond expression, 123. T. 208.
3 The Lamb of Godshed all his
blood, Now while 1, like Mary,
Which flow'd upon the mountain ;. My best spices carry
This for all iniquity
Is an open fountain.
4 O Prince of Peace,-thou Source of Now
grace, But, alas; -- what spices has
And Author of salvation !
Humble adoration. 2 Lo! methinks his body,
5 How blest he is-who weigheth this, There stretch'd out already,
That God became his Saviour, Lifeless I behold:
To bestow eternal life
Upon him for ever!
6 O Jesus blest!my heart's true test,
From this world retire. 3 Back, the scourges ploughed ! Side, whence blood-streams flowed !
125. Hands, and feet, and head!
T. 119. Lips, o'er which death hover'd,
SLAUGHTER'D Lamb, :: Now with paleness cover'd !
My Redeemer! while I view Cheeks, whose color's fled !
Thee by faith, I'm lost in wonder; Bruised face-still full of grace!
Grateful tears my cheeks bedew : On this scene I gaze
Blessed Saviour, when I ponder Weep whene'er 'tis named,
On the cause of all thy grief & smart, 4 Lamb of God,
my Thou shalt be for ever My most fav’rite theme:
2 Holy Lord, :: And for thy atonement,
By thy body giv'n to death, Might I ev'ry moment
Mortify my sinful nature Praise thy saving name:
Till I yield my dying breath. Constantly—thy passion be,
Ah, protect thy feeble creature, Till my final consummation,
Till I shall in heav'n for ever be, My heart's meditation.
Lord, with thee. :11: