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4 Hark! men and angels, hear the Son;
He cries for help, but O! there's none:
His garments staind with blood.
The conquering Son of God.
With hearts like steel around him stand,
Come try yourself to free."
Sinners, for you and me.
He fills the mediatorial seat,
With loud hosannas tell,
He conquered death and heli.
The great atonement now is made:
For you he spilt his blood;
In Christ your smiling God. 8 All glory be to God on high,
Who reigns enthron'd above the sky,
Glory to him be given :
I by ;
I hope to shout eternal rount
HYMN 2. C. M.
And stopp'd my wild career. 2 I saw One hanging on a tree
In agonies and blood;
As near his cross I stood.
Can I forget that look;
Though not a word he spoke.
And plung'd me in despair;
And help'd to nail him theri. 5 Alas! I knew not what I did;
But now my tears are vain ;
For I the Lord have slain.
“I freely all forgive; This blood is for thy ransom paid,
I'll die that thou mays't live.” 7 Thus, while his death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue; (Such is the mystery of grace)
It seals my pardon too.
My spirit now is filld,
IIYMN 3 P. M.
On the Passion, i SAW ye my Saviour! saw xomy Saviour
4 Hark! men
He cries odied on Calvary, to atone for you and me,
Shamefully nail'd to the cross:
Three dreadful hours in pain:
Was derided, insulted and slain.
Darkness prevailed o'er the land :
When the Jews crucified the God-man.
And the atonement was made;
And in a new sepulchre was laid. 6 Hail, mighty Saviour! Hail, mighty Savioar!
Prince-and the author of peace !
ant through the east,
He ascended to mansions of bliss. 7 Now interceding! Now interceding!
Pleading that sinners may live;
To redeem them :- I pray thee forgive. 8 I will forgive them! I will forgive them!
If they'll repent and believe :
HYMN 4. P. M.
Methinks I see a bloody cross,
His flesh with rugged irons tore,
Gasping in dying pangs.
In such exquisite pain ? Why thus consign'd to woes ? I cried. “'Tis I," thc bleeding God replied,
“To save a world from sin." 3 A Christ for rebel mortal dies ! How can it be! my soul replies,
What! Jesus die for me? “Yes,” saith the suff'ring Son of God, "I
give my life, I spill my blood,
For thee, poor soul, for thee.” 4 Lord, since thy life thou'st freely given To bring my wretched soul to heaven,
And bless me with thy love; Then at thy feet, O God, I'll fall. Give thee my life, my soul, my all, To reign with thee above.
HYMN 5. L. M. 1 HEN I survey the wond'rous cross My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride! 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 thy blood. 2 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? 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.
HYMN 6. C. M.
The incarnate Son of God,
Expiring on the accursed tree,
And welt'ring in his blood. 2 Behold a purple torrent run,
Down from his hands and head: The crimson tide puts out the sun!
His groans awake the dead.
Proclaim the truth aloud ;
"This is the Son of God." 4 So great, so vast a sacrifice
May well my hopes revive:
The sinner sure may live.
Might draw me, Lord, to thee!
HYMN 7. P. M.
And flatt'ries paid to fellow worms; Their conversation cloys : Their vain amours and empty stuff: But I can ne'er enjoy enough Of thy best company, my Lord, thou life of all
The captives of his tongue :
He bore upon the tree,
it all for me.