And on the eye-balls of the blind celestial day.

To pour

5 He comes-the broken heart to bind;
The bleeding soul to cure;

And, with the treasures of his grace,
T' enrich the humble poor.

6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heav'n's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

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Doddridge.

21. Behold the man. L. M. YE that pass by, behold the man!

The man of grief, condemn'd for you!
The Lamb of God, for sinners slain!
Weeping, to Calvary pursue.

2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear,
With nails they fasten to the wood:
His sacred limbs: exposed and bare,
Or only cover'd with his blood.

3 See there! his temples crown'd with thorn,
His bleeding hands extended wide,
His streaming feet transfix'd and torn,
The fountain gushing from his side.
4 Thou dear, thou suffering Son of God,
How doth thy heart to sinners move!
Sprinkle on us thy precious blood,

And melt us with thy dying love!

5 The earth could to her centre quake,
Convuls'd, when her Creator died:
Oh, may our inmost nature shake,
And bow with Jesus crucifi'd!

6 The rocks could feel thy powerful death,
And tremble, and asunder part:

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Oh, rend, with thy expiring breath,
The harder marble of our heart!

Whitfield's Col.

22. Christ Crucified. L. M.

WHEN on the cross my Lord I see,

Bleeding to death for wretched me,

Satan and sin no more can move,

For I am all transform'd to love.

2 His thorns and nails pierce through my heart, In every groan I bear a part;

I view his wounds with streaming eyes,
But see-he bows his head and dies!

3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God,
Wounded, and dead, and bath'd in blood!
Behold his side, and venture near;
The well of endless life is here.

4 Here I forget my cares and pains;
I drink, yet still my thirst remains:
Only the fountain-head above
Can satisfy the thirst of love.

5 Oh that I thus could always feel!
Lord, more and more thy love reveal;
Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim
The grace and glory of thy name.

23. Crucifixion. L. M.

Newton.

1 WHEN I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet;

Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love, so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all. Watts. 24. "It is finished." L. M. 1 'TIS finish'd-so the Savior cried;

And meekly bow'd his head, and died! 'Tis finish'd-yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won. 2 'Tis finish'd-all that Heaven decreed, And all that ancient prophets said Is now fulfill'd, as was design'd, In me, the Savior of mankind. 3 'Tis finish'd-Aaron now no more Must stain his robes with purple gore; The sacred veil is rent in twain, The Jewish rites no more remain. 4 'Tis finish'd-this my dying groan Shall sins of every kind atone; Millions shall be redeem'd from death By this my last expiring breath. 5 'Tis finish'd-Heaven is reconcil'd, And all the powers of darkness spoil'd: Peace, love, and happiness, again Return and dwell with sinful men.

6 'Tis finish'd-let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round;
'Tis finish'd-let the echo fly

Through heaven and hell, through earth and

sky.

Stennett.

25. "It is finished." 8, 7, 4.
1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary;

See, it rends the rocks asunder
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!
"It is finish'd!"

Hear the Savior dying cry.
2 "It is finish'd!" O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford!
Heavenly blessings without measure
Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
"It is finish'd!"

Saints, the dying words record.
3 Finish'd, all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law;

Finish'd, all that God had promis'd;
Death and hell no more shall awe :
"It is finish'd!"

Saints, from hence your comforts draw,
4 Ransom'd ones, approach the table,
Taste the soul-reviving food:
Nothing 's half so sweet and pleasant
As the Savior's flesh and blood.
"It is finish'd!"

Christ has borne the heavy load.
5 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs;
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Emmanuel's name,
Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb! Burder's Col

26. Jesus on Golgotha.

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ET me dwell on Golgotha,
Weep, and love my life away!

While I see him on the tree,
Weep, and bleed, and die for me!
2 That dear blood, for sinners spilt,
Shows my sin in all its guilt:
Ah, my soul, behold the load!
Hast thou slain the Lamb of God!
3 Hark! his dying word, "Forgive,
66 Father, let the sinner live:
"Sinner, wipe thy tears away,
"I thy ransom freely pay."
4 While I hear this grace reveal'd,
And obtain a pardon seal'd,
All my soft affections move,
Waken'd by the force of love.

5 Farewell, world, thy gold is dross,
Now I see the bleeding Cross;
Jesus died to set me free

From the law, and sin, and thee!

6 He has dearly bought my soul;
Lord, accept, and claim the whole!
To thy will I all resign,

Now no more my own, but thine. Newton. 27. Christ Dying, Rising, and Reigning. L. M.

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E dies! the friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness veils the skies!

A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two
For him who groan'd beneath your load;
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood.