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, Author of our salvation! That thou for us hast dy'd. 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; 4 O let me thee behold in faith, 5 Thy mercy ne'er from me remove; On earth, thy kind protection. 6 May this each day be my employ, In endless bliss and glory, 366.* T. 228. O LAMB once slain, my Lord and God! Thy bitter suff'rings, death and blood O'er thy bloody-wounded body, Hath procur'd for me salvation. But thy blood-bought salvation: Life, altho' my flesh be dying. 367. 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; Pardon, life, and grace dispensing. This sight removes all doubt and fear, Heav'nly pleasure-beyond measure I would fain abide for ever. 368. T. 141. LAMB of God beloved, But unbounded grace, 2 This fills me with rapture, Didst for me atone, To thee, as thine own. 3 In thy wounds, O Jesus! Look with humble faith, Lie before thy throne; Now in me the counsel 369. T. 341. TIS done, my God hath dy'd, Catch, my heart, the issuing blood! 2 To love thee, Lord,-ah! this 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 bow, 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. 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, His bloody sweat, And all his torments great, His stripes and ev'ry wound,-Abound With life and grace,-Yea lasting bliss: From Golgotha My soul would never stray. 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, With Jesus night and day: 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 pangs of hell! 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: By grace alone we wish to live, 374. T. 16. SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Low before his cross to lie; 5 Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears his feet I'll bathe; Constant still in faith abiding, Life deriving from his death. 6 May I still enjoy this feeling, In all need to Jesus go; Prove his wounds each day more healing, And himself more fully know. 2 O may I humbly onward move, 377.* T. 68. BE thy wounds and cross Ever new to us! From thy suff'ring scenes and merit $78.* T. 79. TO GOLGOTHA: O! God be prais'd! 379.* T. 228. For he became a sacrifice, Is our union and communion Blessed be his name for ever! 381.* XXI. T. 97. Of the Love of JESUS. THOU Source of love, theu sinners Thy mercy who can comprehend? thee. 382*. T. 97. WHOM dear Redeemer, dost thou What doth thy highest pleasure prove? 2 The answer humble thanks doth claim, 2 Such unexampled, boundless grace And fills our souls with conscious Doth fill our souls with deep amaze, shame: That God, who earth and heaven made," I love thee, sinner, come to me, Should be in human flesh array'd, Thereby to save lost man from death and hell Who did so basely'gainst his Lord rebel! 3 Thy love, which always is the same, 4 However weak and helpless we, above. 5 Lo, we fall down with filial fear, Conscious that thou art present here; We humbly laud thy saving name, We sink, abas'd with humble shame, Almighty God, before thy glorious throne; And thee ouronly Lord and Saviourown. 6 Reach out thy sceptre, King of love, Let us thy royal favor prove, Who, conscious of our indigence, Approach thy throne with confidence; O teach our lips to praise, our hearts to glow, Oureyes with grateful tears to overflow. I will receive thee graciously; 3 What wonder in the soul takes place, prove; This makes us sink abas'd with shame and love. 4 We all know who, and what we are, 6 Our souls and bodies, Lord, prepare, |