Can bleeding bulls or goats bestow 2 Will popish rites and penances 3 God, the great God, who rules the skies, And there lies all our trust. Where vilest crimes are cleans'd at once 5 Here rest my faith, and ne'er remove; While I behold his bleeding love, 6 With shame and sorrow here I own 1 This is my way t'approach the throne, 228. L. M. Dr. Watts. Christ our Sacrifice. Psalm xl. 5-10. THE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought, Exceed our praise, surmount our thought; Should I attempt the long detail, My speech would faint, ny numbers fail. 2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt, Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt Lo! thy beloved Son appears! I come to bear the heavy load 6 "The spirit shall descend and show "What thou hast done, and what I do; "The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace, "Thy wisdom, and thy righteousness." 229 S. M. Dr. Watts. Faith in Christ our Sacrifice. 1 NOT all the blood of beasts Could give the guilty conscience peace, The burdens thou didst bear, 5 Believing, we rejoice 1 To see the curse remove; We blees the Lamb with eheerful voice, 230. Mr. Charles Wesley. Christ the Sinner's Sacrifice. ALL ye that pass by To you is it nothing that Jesus should die? Our surety he is, Come see if there ever was sorrow like his. 2 Of mercy did lay Our sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away He died to atone For sins not his own; The Father hath punish'd for us his dear Son. Come, lift up your eyes 3 At Jesus's cries, Behold how he suffers! how patient he dies! 2 Hark how he groans, while nature shakes, 3 'Tis done, the precious ransom's paid; See, where he bows his sacred head, 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, O Lamb of God, was ever pain, 235. P. M. Christ crucified. LOVE divine! what hast thou done? 1 LOVE divine God hath died for me! The Father's well-beloved Son Bore all my sins upon the tree; The Lamb of God for me hath died, My Lord, my love, is crucify'd. Behold him, all ye that pass by, The bleeding Prince of Life and Peace! Come see, ye worms, your Saviour die, To bring ns, rebels, back to God; And gladly catch the healing stream; 236. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. Christ's Love, in giving himself a Sacrifice. 1 NOW be that sacrifice surver'd, That ransom which the Saviour paid; That sight familiar to my view, Yet always wondrous, always new! 2 The Lamb of God that groan'd and bled, I 237. L. M. Dr. Watts. Christ's Suffering and Exaltation. Psalm xxii. Now let our mourning songs record The dying sorrows of our Lord, When he complain'd in tears and blood, As one forsaken of his God, 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And shake their heads, and laugh in scorn; "He rescu'd others from the grave; "Now let him try himself to save. 3 "This is the man did once pretend "God was his father and his friend; "If God the blessed lov'd him so, "Why doth he fail to help him now ?" 4 Barbarons people! cruel priests! How they stood round like savage beasts; Like lions gaping to devour, When God had left him in their pow'r. 5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot his garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which he died. 6 But God his Father heard his cry; Rais'd from the dead, he reigns on high; The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace. 1" 238. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. Submission to the Will of God. "FATHER divine," (the Saviour cry'd, While horrors press'd on ev'ry side, And prostrate on the ground he lay) "Remove this bitter cup away." But if these pangs must still be borne, Or helpless man be left forlorn, I bow my soul before thy throne, And say, "Thy will, not mine, be done." 3 Thus our submissive souls would bow, 239. L. M. Dr. Watts. Christ's Humiliation and Exaltation. 1 HAT equal honours shall we bring W Tothee. O Lord our God, the Lamb: When all the notes that angels sing Are far inferior to thy name? 2 Worthy is he that once was slain, The Prince of Peace that groan'd and dy'd, 3 Pow'r and dominion are his due, Though he was charg'd with madness here. 4 All riches are his native right, Yet he sustain'd amazing loss; To him ascribe eternal might, Who left his weakness on the cross. 5 Honour immortal must be paid, Instead of scandal and of scorn; 6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb, 240. L. M. Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems. Christ dying, rising, and reigning. 'HE dies! The Friend of sinners dies! Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 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! |