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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 stain'd 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 hell.

7 'Tis done! 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;

I hope to shout eternal rounį,
In flaming love that knows n
When swallowed up in hea

HYMN 2. C. M

N evil long I took delight, Unawed by shame or fear; 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 his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.

3 Sure, never-to my latest breath
Can I forget that look;

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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 my sins his blood had spilt,
And help'd to nail him there.

5 Alas! I knew not what I did;
But now iny tears are vain;
Where shall my 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 mournful joy My spirit now is fill'd,

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That I should such a life destroy,

Yet live by him I kill'd.

HYMN 3 P. M.

On the Passion.

SAW ye my Saviour! saw ye my Saviour Saw ye my Saviour and God?

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4 Hark! men

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He cries died 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 divine,

Was derided, insulted and slain.

4 Darkness prevailed! Darkness prevailed! Darkness prevailed o'er the land:

Oh! the solid rocks were rent, through creation'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 Saviour! Prince and the author of peace!

Oh! he bursts the bands of death, and triumphant 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:

Let them now return to me, and be reconcil'd to thee,

And salvation they all shall receive.

HYMN 4. P. M.

AS near to Calvary I pass,

Methinks I see a bloody cross,
Where a 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," the 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.

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HYMN 5. L. M.

Won which the prince of glory died,

THEN 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.

LY incarnate Son of God,

ONDER-amazing sight! I see

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.

50 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!

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HYMN 7. P. M.

'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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