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My hands alone engag❜d below,
My spirit still with thee.
5 When thou,mySaviour, shalt'appear,
Then gladly may I cry,
"The work thou gavest me while here
"Is done to thee I fly."


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MAY all those blessings on us flow,

And in our lives their virtue show,
manger to the cross,
Which from the
Thou, Lord, hast merited for us.

Of the Sufferings and Death of Jesus Christ, and his
Resting in the Grave.

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WHAT human mind can trace the


Of our almighty Maker's love to man?
No angel can the hidden myst'ry scan;
Redeeming love, thou art past com-


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Thy bloody sweat, thy bitter agony
O grant that I love thee ardently:
Be thou, dear Lord, my life and con-

Whene'er temptation would my soul

Yet by the Spirit's teaching we can I'll pray to thee, and think of Olivet. From Jesus' agony, that God is love.


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2 Pursue,mysoul,the sacredmeditation, BEHOLD! how in Gethsemane And view the agonizing Lamb of God; See him oppressed with the pond'rous [tion: Of all thy sins, to purchase thy salvaHe riseth with a heart-affecting look, Andwith his foll'wers passeth Cedron's



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Th' incarnate God doth sweat for thee
Till drops of blood fall down;
For thee the Lord lies prostrate there,
Hear his thrice-utter'd,mournful pray'r
Mark ev'ry dol'rous sigh and groan.
2 I'm lost in wonder and amaze;
Here I'll abide and melt and gaze,

'Tis God's beloved Son!

How heavy is the weight he bears!
His soul is fill'd with grief and fears,

Lo! now the bitter cup comes on, 3 Lord, dost thou suffer thus for me? Dost thou endure such misery,

To give me life and peace?
Then will I bear this on my heart,
"My all is purchas'd with thy smart,
Thy sweat & blood sign myrelease."

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OFTEN I call to mind the place

Gethsemane, to which the Lamb, Who lov'd to be in loneliness,

With his disciples often came, Where, out of boundless love to me, He wrestled in an agony.

2There,overwhelm'dwith grief,hesaid: | 2 How is Jesus' sacred soul oppressed

"My soul is sorrowful to death;" And suffering freely in my stead, He drank the bitter cup of wrath; Now on his knees, then on his face, He weeps, and sweats, and bleeds, and prays.

3 So lov'd me the eternal God,

That he became the Son of man, And took my sin's prodigious load. My soul, admire his gracious plan! Thy stripes, thy guilt and curse he bore; Believe and thankfully adore.

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With our sins' prodigious load! Tho' an angel comforts the distressed,

Weak and fainting Lamb of God! Yet what trembling seizeth him all over Tears and sweat and blood his visage


And in drops fall on the ground, While his heart in grief is drown'd. 3 Jeers and stripes and mock'ries he endured,

Meek and patient, in our stead; How are Jesus' gracious eyes obscured:

View his wounded back and head; He, whom whips and thorns have la MOSTawfulsight!myheartdothbreak, Is the Lord, who all things hath crea [ted:

Oh! it can ne'er my mind forsake
Howthou for me hastwept&prayed:
Might I for thy soul's agony,
When wrestling with death bitterly,
Lord, as thy trophy be displayed!

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Melt and break my stubborn heart. Ah, his pungent grief and smart, 4 See him bear his cross, in deep affliction,

On his sore and wounded back, Led to Calvary for crucifixion, [rack;

Where his limbs they stretch and As a Lamb he's led unto the slaughter, And his soul is poured out like water: Vinegar and gall he tastes, While his suffring body wastes. 5 Now behold him weeping, bleeding, crying,

'Midst two thieves, upon the cross; Lo,he bows his sacred head; and dying, Life eternal gains for us.

Lord, afford us all thy Spirit's unction, To consider this with heart's compunc tion :

Might our words and actions prove
That we know thy dying love.
6 Our enraptur'd hearts shall ne'er be
On our dying Lord to gaze ; [weary
At his cross, in faith, we wish to tarry,

There shall be our hiding-place.
May his dying look remain engraven
On our hearts: for pardon,life&heaven
When he death for us endur'd.
Our Redeemer then procur'd,

7 Therefore all his agony and passion, And his sin-atoning death,

Shall remain, through grace, our faith's foundation,

While we draw our vital breath : Thus shall neither honor, wealth nor pleasures,

Rob our souls of everlasting treasures;
Jesus, both by day and night,
Shall remain our sole delight.

2 I'll go with thee, my Saviour,
Up to mount Calvary;
And view with spirit's fervor
All thou hast done for me.
Thus, with intense devotion,
I follow thee each step,
While tender love's emotion
Makes heart and eyes to weep.

8 Could we tune our hearts and 3 I see my Saviour languish

voices higher

Than man's most exalted lays, Yet, till join'd to the celestial choir, Coldwould prove ourwarmest praise: Jesus' love exceeds all comprehension, But our love to him we scarce dare mention;

We may weep beneath his cross, But he wept and bled for us. 9 Odelightful theme past all expression: "Thy Redeemer dy'd for thee!” Ah,this prompts mydeepest adoration, When I hear, "He dy'd for me." Might my thoughts, my words and whole behaviour, [Saviour; Prove that I believe in Christ my Yea, my love to Jesus show His to me, in all I do.

10 Lamb of God! thou shalt remain

for ever Of c four songs the only theme; For thy boundless love, thy grace and favor,

We will praise thy saving name: That for our transgressions thou wast wounded,

Shall byus in nobler strains be sounded,
When we, perfected in love,
Once shall join the church above.

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THOU Source of my salvation,
Thou Conqu'ror of my death,
Who didst, as my oblation,

In torrents yield thy breath;
Who bar'st the dreadful sentence
Due to our cursed race,
To screen my soul from vengeance;
Accept my thanks and praise.

In sad Gethsemane, Till through his pores, in anguish, The blood ev'n forc'd its way; The load which him oppresses, I, I, deserv'd to feel; The bloody sweat of Jesus Doth soul and body heal. 4 My Saviour, was betrayed, Reproach and suff'rings met; My sins the Lord conveyed

"Fore Pilate's judgment seat; These, these did him deliver

Into the foe's dire hand; I should have felt for ever The God sustain'd.


pangs my

Behold the man! he's bearing Our curse, meek as a Lamb! And now, behold them rearing Him on the cross's stem!

There to complete his passion, His sorrows, pain and woe, His blood for our salvation

In copious streams doth flow. 6 Thou for thy foes intreatest; Lord Jesus, who was I? Thy friends thou not forgettest; Turn, Lord, to me thine eye! Thy mouth now grace declareth To the repenting thief; My guilty soul this cheereth, Of sinners I am chief.

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My heart with love is glowing, see my Saviour die ;


His head I see him bowing,
This brought me endless joy!
He gave his soul an off'ring
For sin, that I might live;
He sav'd me by his suff'ring,
To him myself I give.

9 Thou God of my salvation,
In whom I trust by faith,
Who hast for my transgression,
Lain in the dust of death;
I place upon thy merit,
While here, my confidence ;
And will commend my spirit
To thee, when I go hence.
10 Lord, grant me thy salvation
And peace divine, I pray,
While here 'midst tribulation
On earth below I stay;
Till I shall stand before thee,
And for redeeming grace,
With all the saints in glory,
My Hallelujah raise.

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[tressed, WITH painful penance thoughts disIn spirit I my Saviour view; I see him mourning and oppressed, While floods of tears his cheeksbedew: To change my sorrow into gladness,

His sweat was mix'd with blood; Fill'dwith unutterable sadness, [and he, Trembled and agoniz'd for me. 2 O'erwhelm'd with grief and rack'd with torment,

He's pain'd in ev'ry weary limb; They who should watch with him lie


An angel comes to comfort him: O how heart-piercingly he prayed, When he his Father did accost, To have the bitter cup delayed: Here is my soul in wonder lost! 3 I see his countenance defiled,

His forehead spit on I behold; I see him laugh'd at and reviled, Sharp-pointed thorns his head infold:

Thus to the multitude displayed,
His back with scourges raw & torn,
A reed he beareth, is arrayed

In purple, and then hail'd in scorn.
4 Breathless and almost suffocated,
He bears the cross's pond'rousweight,
Already feels what him awaited,

The dismal scenes of torment great.
I see him now in sore affliction
Ascend the brow of Calvary;
'Tis here I view his crucifixion,
Thereby it was he saved me.

5 I see his hands and feet extended
Upon the cross in keenest smart;
I see him as his life he ended,

I see the spear transfix his heart:
Thus closed he his bitter passion,
Expiring on th' accursed tree,
Then horror seiz'd the whole creation,
But streams of grace came over me.
6 The thoughtof blood& water bursting
From God, my rock, o'ercomes my

I for that living flood am thirsting,
O may it stream through ev'ry part!
Lord, for thy love, with adoration,

I'll thank and laud thee all my days; Long as I live, shall each pulsation, And ev'ry breath declare thy praise. 7 This awful, blessed meditation Oft fills my soul with conscious shame,

Since Jesus dy'd for my salvation,

Who to his mercy had no claim:
How poor I am, how void of glory,

Thou, Lord, know'st best; but yet
when I,

With all my ailments come before thee,

My suit is granted presently.

8 Thou, Jesus,art my God and Saviour, Thee will I serve with all my pow'r, On thee I'll meditate for ever,

And for thy goodness thee adore:
Thy dying love hath captivated

My heart, and now my chief delight,
Until to heav'n I am translated,
Is to enjoy thee day and night,

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[stooping, GREAT High-priest, we view thee With our names upon thy breast, In the garden, groaning, drooping, To the ground with horrors prest. Angels saw, struck with amazement, Their Creator suffer thus ; We are fill'd with deep abasement, Since we know 'twas done for us. 2 On the cross thy body broken Cancels ev'ry legal charge; Pleading this authentic token, Guilty souls are set at large; All is finish'd, truth hath said it, Doubt no more, believe your To frail reason give no credit, You have his unerring word. 3 Lord, we fain would trust thee solely, 'Twas for us thy blood was spilt ; Suff'ring Saviour, take us wholly,


Take and form us as thou wilt; Thou hast borne the dreadful sentence Pass'd on man's devoted race : Grant us faith, and true repentance, They're thy gifts, thou God of grace.

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5 When to the cross nailed He hung on the mountain, That we might be healed; Blood, as from a fountain, Flow'd from his wounds.

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6 Our meek suff'ring Saviour Pray'd for his oppressors, And gained God's favor,


For us vile transgressors; He thus displays-his boundless grace. 7 When he had prevailed,

And all was accomplish'd, By prophets revealed;

He cried: "It is finish'd!" [dead. Then bow'd his head-and join'd the 8 Accept for thy passion, Most merciful Saviour, Our deep adoration :

Remain thou for ever Our highest good,-O Lamb of God! 84.* T. 243. BLOOD worthy of praises! Come streaming from Jesus O'er us, and all classes

Of sinners, and bless us; We humbly flee,—and call on thee. 2 In Olivet's garden

Before the Jews bound him, Most heavily laden

I kneeling have found him, (ground. Blood-sweat around bedews the

3 Thy blood-sweat, dear Saviour,
Rain on me like water;
For all the world over

Nought can bless me better:
O precious flood-O holy blood!
4 So sore was he smitten,

So cruelly used,

With scourges so beaten, All over so bruised:

While thorns disgrace-his royal face. That in amaze-on him I gaze.

4 Behold the Lord Jesus,
For you he is wounded,
He bleeds to release us ;
His love is unbounded!

For evermore-his name adore.

5. Thy blood-streams and bruises,

Thy agonies, Saviour!

Thy wounds' healing juices

Have sav'd us for ever


From tears and cries-from grief and

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