For, more than all that can be said 4 Christ's agony, his death and blood Shall be our joy and consolation, The grace unmerited bestow'd On us our constant meditation; ONE view, Lord Jesus, of thy passion 2 No drop of blood thou deemd'st too precious, Toshed for worthless worms like me; O that thy fire of love, dear Jesus, Inflam'd my heart with love to thee! May thy atoning death and passion, Thy agony and bitter pain, Until my final consummation Deep in my heart engrav'd remain, 3 O might I live in the enjoyment Of all my Lord for me hath gain'd! Might this be daily my employment, To muse upon what he sustain'd! may his hands, whereon engraven My poor&worthless name doth stand, Support me, till I in the haven T. 14. Of endless joy shall safely land. To live therein by faith; 2 Lord Jesus! who is like to thee! O might by night and day My spirit upon Calvary, That scene of suff'ring, stay. 3 How that blest moment I regard, When thou didst bow thy head! O had my list'ning ear but heard The groan that left thee dead! 4 How highly favor'd had I been, Had I with John stood by, And beloved Saviour seen my In keenest anguish die! 5 Beholding, with deep reverence, Thy side for me then pierc'd, With what emotion had I thence Seen blood and water burst! 6 It is as tho' my eyes now view'd This heart-affecting sight, And ev'ry scene depicted stood 'Fore me in clearest light. 7 O might thy dying love divine Become to me more clear, And smile in ev'ry smile of mine, And flow in ev'ry tear. 8 When I départ, my latest breath To thee, Lord, shall ascend, As a thank-off'ring for thy death; Thus, blest my race will end. 102.* T. 14. SEE, world, upon the shameful tree Thy Saviour yields his breath. [thee 2 Behold his body stain'd with blood, Out of his tender heart Deep sighs and groans he sends to God In his excessive smart. 3 Thou Prince of glory knew'st no sin; What caus'd thee then such pain? Thou harmless, undefil'd and clean, What caus'd thee to be slain ? 4 My sins, as num'rous as the sands Upon the ocean's shore, Have been the cruel, murd'rous hands That wounded thee so sore. 5 What anguish, what tormenting pain 6 Joy for thy torments we receive, Thy soul did rack and tear! All this thou freely didst sustain, 6 Thou on thy shoulders took'st the 7 Thy wondrous love to evidence Thou wouldst my Surety be: Thyself wouldst pay my debt immense, Thereby to set me free. BEHOLD the Saviour of the world Where he our sorrows bore! And for their sins atone. 3 Who can to love his name forbear, That of his suff'rings hears, And finds the ransom of his soul 4 When earth and hell's malicious cheeks, And trembling lips were spread; Till light forsook thy dying eyes, And life thy drooping head. Life in thy death have found; For the reproaches of thy cross Shall be with glory crown'd. WHEN I by faith my Saviour see Expiring on the cross for me, Satan and sin no more can move, For I am fill'd with Jesus' love. 2 His thorns and nails pierce thro' my heart, In ev'ry groan I bear a part; I view his wounds with streaming eyes; Wounded and dead, & bath'd in blood! BEHOLD the loving Son of God you 2 Why is his body rack'd with pains, And wrung with keenest smart? Why flows the blood from all his veins, Why torn with grief his heart? 3 All righteousness did he fulfil, No sin did ever know; He never thought nor acted ill; Why was he wounded so? 4 Alas! I know the reason why: Our num'rous sins he bore; This caus'd his bitter agony, This wounded him so sore. 5 But hence our confidence begins; That thus, by bearing all our sins, away. 6 Our God is fully reconcil'd, His justice satisfy'd; Each sinner may become his child, Since Jesus bled and dy❜d. 2 His flesh is torn with whips and nails; 3 The thieves expiring on each side 108. T. 582. GO forth in spirit, go To Calv'ry's holy mount; See there thy Friend between two Suff'ring on thy account. [thieves, 2 Fall at his cross's foot, And say, "My God and Lord, Here let me dwell, and view those wounds, Which life for me procur'd.", 3 Fix on that face thine eye; Why dost thou backward shrink? What a base rebel thou hast been To Christ, thou now dost think. 4 Fear not; for this is he Who always loves us first, And with white robes of righteousness Delights to deck the worst. 5 Or art thou at a loss What thou to him shalt say? Be but sincere, and all thy case Just as it is display. 7 Come then, ye needy sinners, come, 6 His blood thy cause will plead, If ye accept, he'll give; O suffer him to lead Whoever will, may live. Thy plaintive cry he'll hear, Look with an eye of pity down, And grant thee all thy pray'r. 109. T. 14. BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind Nail'd to the shameful tree; How vast the love that him inclin'd To bleed and die for thee! hath dy'd; 2 Hark how he groans! while nature Th' incarnate God for me 3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid, O Lamb of God, was ever pain, T. 22. 110. 6 Here doth the Lord of life proclaim 111. T. 96. O Love divine, what hast thou done! Bore all my sins upon the tree: The bleeding Prince of life and peace! To bring us rebels back to God; And gladly catch the healing stream, And all give up our hearts to him O may we nothing know beside The Lamb of God as crucify'd. 112. T. 11. LET me dwell on Golgotha, 3 Hark! his dying word: "Forgive, 4 While I hear this grace reveal'd, From the law, and sin, and thee! Now, no more my own, but thine. T. 583. 113. Now freely floweth As Lord and God. :||: 3 This blessed truth I firmly will 114. T. 232. Till I in death my soul resign. T. 14. 116. 2 |