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4 Hark! men and angels, hear the Son;

He cries for help, but O! there's none:
He treads the wine press all alone,

His garments staind with blood.
In lamentations hear him cry,
“ Eloi, lama sabacthani!"
Though death may close his languid eyes,
He soon will mount the upper skies,

The conquering Son of God.
5 The Jews and Romans in a band,

With hearts like steel around him stand,
And mocking say, “ Come save the land,

Come try yourself to free."
A soldier pierced him when he died, -
Then healing streams came from his side,
And thus my Lord was crucified,
Stern justice now is satisfied,

Sinners, for you and me.
6 Behold! he mounts the throne of state,

He fills the mediatorial seat,
While millions bowing at his feet,

With loud hosannas tell,
Though he endured exquisite pains,
He led the monster death in chains ;
Ye seraphs raise your highest strains,
With music fill bright Eden's plains;

He conquered death and heli.
7 'Tis donel the dreadful debt is paid,

The great atonement now is made:
Sinners, on him your guilt was laid,

For you he spilt his blood;
For you, his tender soul did move,
For you, he left the courts above,
That you the length and breadth might prove,
And heighth and depth of perfect love,

In Christ your smiling God. 8 All glory be to God on high,

Who reigns enthron'd above the sky,
Who sent his Son to bleed and die,

Glory to him be given :
While heaven above his praise resounds,
o Zion sing-his grace abounds;

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HYMN 2. C. M.
1 evil long I took delight,
Till a new object struck my sight

And stopp'd my wild career. 2 I saw One hanging on a tree

In agonies and blood;
Who fixed bis languid eyes on me,

As near his cross I stood.
3 Sure, never to my latest breath

Can I forget that look;
It seemed to charge me with his death,

Though not a word he spoke.
4 My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt,

And plung'd me in despair;
I saw ny sins his blood had spilt,

And help'd to nail him theri. 5 Alas! I knew not what I did;

But now my tears are vain ;
Where shall iny trembling soul be hid ?

For I the Lord have slain.
6 A second look he gave, which said,

“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.
8 With pleasing grief and inournful joy

My spirit now is filld,
That I should such a life destruy,
Yet live by him I kill'd.


On the Passion, i SAW ye my Saviour! saw xomy Saviour

Saw God?

4 Hark! men

He cries odied on Calvary, to atone for you and me,
He trend to purchase our pardon with blood.
He was extended ! he was extended !

Shamefully nail'd to the cross:
Oh! he bowed his head and died! thus my Lord

was crucified,
To atone for a world that was lost.
3 Jesus hung bleeding ! Jesus hung bleeding!

Three dreadful hours in pain:
Oh! the sun refus'd to shine, when his majesty


Was derided, insulted and slain.
4 Darkness prevailed! Darkness prevailed!

Darkness prevailed o'er the land :
Oh! the solid rocks were rent, through ereation's

vast extent,

When the Jews crucified the God-man.
5 When it was finish'd, when it was finish'd,

And the atonement was made;
He was taken by the great, and embalm'd in

spices sweet,

And in a new sepulchre was laid. 6 Hail, mighty Saviour! Hail, mighty Savioar!

Prince-and the author of peace !
Oh! he bursts the bands of death, and triumph-

ant through the east,

He ascended to mansions of bliss. 7 Now interceding! Now interceding!

Pleading that sinners may live;
Crying, Father I have died! O behold my hands

and side,

To redeem them :- I pray thee forgive. 8 I will forgive them! I will forgive them!

If they'll repent and believe :
Lei them now return to me, and be reconcil'd to

And salvation they all shall receive.

HYMN 4. P. M.



Methinks I see a bloody cross,
Where & poor victim hangs;

His flesh with rugged irons tore,
His limbs all dress'd in purple gore,

Gasping in dying pangs.
2 Surprised the spectacle to see,
I ask'd, who can this victim be

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.


"Y soe

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.
3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky

Proclaim the truth aloud ;
And with the amaz'd centurion cry

"This is the Son of God." 4 So great, so vast a sacrifice

May well my hopes revive:
If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,

The sinner sure may live.
5 O that these cords of love divine,

Might draw me, Lord, to thee!
Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine ;
Thine it shall ever be!

HYMN 7. P. M.
1 'M tired with visits, modes and forms,

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

my joys.
2 When he begins to tell his love,
Through every vein my passions move,

The captives of his tongue :
In midnight shades, on frosty ground,
I could attend the pleasing sound,
Nor should I feel December cold, nor think the

darkness long.
3 There while I hear my Saviour God
Count o'er the sins (a heavy load)

He bore upon the tree,
Inward I blush with secret shame,
And weep, and love, and bless the name,
That knew no guilt nor grief his own, but baro

it all for me.


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