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Can bleeding bulls or goats bestow
A balm to ease my grief?

2 Will popish rites and penances
Release my soul from sin?
What insufficient things are these
To calm the wrath divine!

3 God, the great God, who rules the skies,
The gracious and the just,
Makes his own Son a sacrifice,

And there lies all our trust.
4 O never let my thoughts renounce
The gospel of my God!

Where vilest crimes are cleans'd at once
In Christ's atoning blood.

5 Here rest my faith, and ne'er remove;
Here let repentance rise;

While I behold his bleeding love,
His dying agonies.

6 With shame and sorrow here I own
How great my guilt has been;

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This is my way t'approach the throne,
And God forgives my sin.

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
But thou hast set before our eyes
An all-sufficient sacrifice.

Lo! thy beloved Son appears!
To thy designs he bows his ears:
Assumes a body well prepar'd,
And well performs a work so hard.
4" Behold, I come," (the Saviour cries,
With love and duty in his eyes)

I come to bear the heavy load
"Of sins, and do thy will my God
"Tis written in thy great decree,
"Tis in thy book foretold of me,
"I must fulfil the Saviour's part;
"And to thy law is in my heart.

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
On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.
But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
4 My soul looks back to see

The burdens thou didst bear,
When hanging on the cursed tree,
Aud sees her guilt was there.

5 Believing, we rejoice

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To see the curse remove;

We blees the Lamb with eheerful voice,
And sing redeeming love.

230. Mr. Charles Wesley.

Christ the Sinner's Sacrifice.

ALL ye that pass by
To Jesus draw nigh,

To you is it nothing that Jesus should die?
Our ransom and peace,

Our surety he is,

Come see if there ever was sorrow like his.
The Lord in the day

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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

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At Jesus's cries,

Behold how he suffers! how patient he dies!

2 Hark how he groans, while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend!
The temple vail asunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.

3 'Tis done, the precious ransom's paid;
Receive my soul,' he cries;

See, where he bows his sacred head,
He bows his head, and dies!

4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain,
And in full glory shine;

O Lamb of God, was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine?

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,
And say, Was ever grief like his!
He for the vilest sinner died;
My Lord, my love, is crucify'd.
3 Is crucify'd for me and you,

To bring ns, rebels, back to God;
Believe, believe, the record true,
We all are bought with Jesu's blood;
Pardon and peace flow from his side;
My Lord, my love, is crucify'd.
4 Then let us sit beneath his cross,

And gladly catch the healing stream;
All things for him account but loss,
And give up all our hearts to him;
Of nothing speak or think beside,
My Lord, my love, is crucify'd.'

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,
And gently bow'd his dying head:
While love to sinners fir'd his heart,
And conquer'd all the killing smart!
3 Blest Jesus, while thy grace I sing,
What grateful tribute shall I bring?
Let all my pow'rs and passions be
Engag'd for him who died for me.

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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.

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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,
And, taught by Jesus, lie as low;
Our hearts, and not our lips alone,
Would say," Thy will, not ours, be done.'
4 Then though, like him, in dust we lie,
We'll view the blissful moment nigh,
Which, from our portion in his pains,
Calls to the joy in which he reigns.

239. L. M. Dr. Watts.

Christ's Humiliation and Exaltation.
Rev. v. 12.

1 HAT equal honours shall we bring

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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,
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign
At his Almighty Father's side."

3 Pow'r and dominion are his due,
Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar;
Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,

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;
While glory shines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.

6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,
Who bore the curse for wretched men;
Let angels sound his sacred name,
And every creature say,-Amen.

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!

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