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2 When we thy mercy weigh,
366.* T, 228. How nails and scourges tore thee, Our debt immense to pay ;
O LAMB once slain, my Lord and We melt in tears before thee :
God! Thy pain, thy stripes and wounds, Thy bitter sufforings, death and blood
Thy death, thou slaughter'd Lamb, Remain my heart's confession; Whence all our bliss redounds, Thee, the great Author of my frame,
Our grateful praises claim. Thankful I call the slaughter'd Lamb, 3 Eternal thanks be thine,
Thy love is past expression. Author of our salvation !
For joy-weep I Thou didst our hearts incline,
O'er thy bloody--wounded budy, T'accept thy invitation;
For thy passion We are thy property,
Hath procur'd for me salvation. O may we thine abide;
2 Thy blood was shed for me, I know, This is our only plea,
For my redemption did it flow; That thou for us hast dy'd.
O sweetest consolation !
Now nothing in the world beside 365.* T. 15.
Can make me truly satisfy'd,
But thy blood-bought salvation : THY blood, thy blood the deed hath
There is true bliss, wrought,
Virtue healing-all that's ailing,
Nor come to thee for ever.
T. 228. From serving since,sincethoudidstquell O HAPPY hour! by faith I see Its pow'r by thy redemption.
My suff'ring, dying Lord for me 3 I feel how much in debt I am, Upon the cross outstretched; This makes me oft ashamed; If from
view this should depart, Yet as thy purchase, slaughter'd Lamb, I then should feel a piercing smart, I am thro' grace esteemed.
Yea I should be most wretched :
But he knows me 4 O let me thee behold in faith,
To be feeble,--and not able As thou for me wast wounded;
For a moment And trust in thy atoning death,
To live without his atonement. Whereon my bliss is grounded.
2 A sinner I, and full of blame; 5 Thy mercy ne'er from me remove; But“ Saviour” is his precious name; But under thy direction,
He nothing will deny me; Let me experience, while I live
His blood was shed for me, I know, On earth, thy kind protection.
Thence blessings in abundance flow, 6 May this each day be my employ, Nought else could satisfy me.
The fruits of thy blest passion My God !-thy blood Still more completely to enjoy, Still can wash me
e--and refresh me; And taste thy great salvation. It is cleansing,
Pardon, life, and grace dispensing. 7 Till I shall once behold thy face, In endless bliss and glory,
God, And for the wonders of thy grace, His body cover'd o'er with blood,
3 Therefore I'll ever view my
With humble thanks adore thee. His soul with grief oppressed;
This sight removes all doubt and fear, 2 To love thee, Lord,-ah! this
With thy love my heart inspire,
There by faith for ever dwell;
Nothing but thy love to feel.
3 He bore the curse of all, 368.
A spotless criminal :
Burden'd with our crimes and guilt, LAMB of God beloved,
Blacken'd with imputed sin,
Man to save his blood he spilt,
Dy'd, to make the sinner clean. What thou didst sustain;
4. Join earth and heav'n to bless Nothing thee incited
The Lord our Righteousness;
Sinn'd we all, and dy'd in One; To bear condemnation
Just in One we all are made: In the sinners' place.
Christ the law fulfill'd alone, 2 This fills me with rapture,
Dy'd for all, for all obey'd.
5 In him complete I shine, And thy dying figure
His death, his life is mine;
Fully am I justify'd;
Free from sin, and more than free,
Guiltless, since for me he dy'd,
Righteous, since he liv'd for me!
6 Jesus! to thee I how, 3 In thy wounds, O Jesus ! I have found true peace;
Approach thee humbly now.
O the depths of love divine ! Thou in all distresses
Who thy wisdom's stores can tell?
Knowledge infinite is thine,
All thy ways unsearchable.
370. T. 206. In thy wounds and death.
FULL to my view,-In bloody hue, 4 I unworthy sinner
The Lamb of God
Stretch'd out upon the wood,
With wounds and stripes and scarsTo express, I own,
Appears, All my wants, dear Saviour,
The nails and spear. His body tear,
The fountain in his side.
2 His matchless worth-None can set
Or duly praise
He bore most willingly–For me
When on the cross
T. 205 :
3 By his blood shed, The Lamb hath
T. 159 paid My ransom price,
I'M overcome with humble shame,
And blushes fill Offer'd a sacrifice
face, Well-pleasing unto God ;-His blood When I behold the suff’ring Lamb,
And when For me avail'd, And never faild
faith can trace
my To give me peace
How Jesus paid my ransom price,
And And solid happiness.
himself a sacrifice : 4 His cries and pray’rs,—His bitter I ever
wish to be.
My gracious Saviour, near to thee tears, His bloody sweat,
2 'Tis then, with happy John, I view And all his torments great,
His body, mark'd with scars ; His stripes and ev'ry wound, -Abound Like Mary, I his feet bedew With life and grace,-Yea lasting bliss:
With floods of sinner-tears; From Golgotha
I'm struck with this most charming sight My soul would never stray.
The Lamb of God is my delight,
The glory of the Trinity
In him by faith I see.
crowd, Healing wounds, and bitter death, Here would I ever stay, Be our trust,
-our only boast, And live in union with my God, Blessed object of our faith!
With Jesus night and day: Thy once marred countenance Extolling his unbounded love, Comfort to our hearts dispense, Till to his presence I remove, By thy anguish, stripes and pain And there, in higher notes of praise, May we life and strength obtain. My Hallelujahs raise. 2 We adore-thee evermore, Jesus, for thy boundless grace;
T, 166. For thy cross--whereby for us
WHAT praise unto the Lamb is due ! Thou hast gain'd true happiness;
How should this themeoursouls inspire For thy death which sets us free From sin's cruel slavery ;
When we his boundless love review,
And see him in his blood expire ! For thy all-atoning blood,
Who can describe how mach he lov'd, Which hath brought us nigh to God.
Or paint that strong and fervent zeal, 3 What can we—now give to thee, With which his tender heart was mov'd, For thy unexampled love!
When he sustain'd the pangs of hell! We're unclean-and full of sin, Till thou dost our guilt remove :
2 While others make the law their aim, All that's good in us, we own,
Thence count their gain, thence Is not ours, but thine alone;
mourn their loss, Unto us belongeth shame;
We'll know, and seek no other name But all glory to thy name.
Than Jesus bleeding on the cross; 4 Thro' thy grace,-may we always
Jesus, the mourning sinner's feast,
The true believer's only Good;
He longs to give, we long to taste
Our meat and drink his flesh and blood. On thy meritorious death : Fill our hearts with constant peace, 3 In lively colors, Jesus, draw [breast; Till in thee we end our race,
Thy bleeding wounds within my And shall thee for evermore,
And make thy dying love my law, 'Midst the ransom'd hosts adore. Till sin is wholly dispossest:
alone we wish to live, 12 O may I humbly onward move, Nor from the law seek ease again ; While dying here I stay, For if thy blood can't vict'ry give, And Jesus, whom my soul doth love, Legal attempts will all prove vain. . Prepare me for his day.
374. SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, BE thy wounds and cross
Which before the cross I spend, Ever new to us! Life and health and peace possessing From thy suff'ring scenes and merit From the sinner's dying Friend.
Nothing e'er divert our spirit; 2 Here I'll sit for ever viewing With thy blood bedew
Mercy's streams, in streams of blood; All we think or do.
Low before his cross to lie; Time's numberless dimensions, While I see divine compassion
In spirit I have trac'd : Floating in his languid eye. But nothing hath so struck me, 4 Here it is I find my heaven, As when God's Spirit took me While upon the cross I gaze;
To GOLGOTHA:0! God be prais'd! Love I much ? I've more forgiven, I'm a miracle of grace.
T. 228. 5 Love and grief my heart dividing, SING Hallelujah, honor, praise ; With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Your grateful lauds-to Jesus raise, Constant still in faith abiding, O favor'd congregation !
Life deriving from his death. For he became a sacrifice, 6 May I still enjoy this feeling, And paid in blood our ransom price, In all need to Jesus go;
Procuring our salvation.
With our Saviour,
Blessed be his name for ever!
And give him thanks and praise ! Lamb! 2 This, Lord, I do with many tears, For thy eternal love and favor;
And own with wonder fillid, We, sinful worms, with humble shame Thy stripes&shame, thy griefs&pray'rs, Acknowledge thee our only Saviour;
Made me thy pardon'd child. For us thy soul was sore dismay’d, 3 Still be thy wounds to me more dear,
For us thy body was tormented, More precious ev'ry day;
For us thou bowd'st thy sacred head, Till I at thy pierc'd feet appear,
Thus, by thy death, death's power Dress'd in thy bright array.
Now fix our hearts and eyes 376.* T. 14.
On this thy sacrifice; Tu'impression of whatChristmy Friend O that we may forget it never !
Hath done for worthless me, But be it always clear, When he his life and blood did spend, God did in Christ appear, Attend me constantly.
From judgment us to free for ever. Q
XXI. Of the Love of JESUS.
382*, T. 97 THOU Source of love, thcu sinners WHOM dear Redeemer, dost thou, Friend,
love ? Thy mercy who can comprehend ? What doth thy highest pleasure prove ? Who ever can presume to say, Whom dost thou favor, cheer,and bless, Helov'd, erethou hadst shown the way! And call to endless happiness? Thou, who hast lov'd us from eternity, Thou who art holy, great, unchangeable, Doth raise within us genuine love to the mighty God, yet our Immanuel! thee.
2 Theanswer humble thanks doth claim, 2 Such unexampled, boundless grace And fills our souls with conscious Doth fill our souls with deep amaze, shame: That God, who earth and heaven made, “ I love thee, sinner, come to me, Should be in human flesh array'd, I will receive thee graciously; Thereby to save lost man from death Tho' thou be sinful, ready to despair, and hell
Thou shalt my pardon, help and glory Who did so basely'gainst his Lord rebel !
share." 3 Thy love, which always is the same, 3 What wonder in the soul takes place, Can ev’n the coldest hearts inflame,
When we survey thy boundless grace! Yea, they must feel a kindling ray,
To know our own depraved heart, Dissolve in tears and melt away;
And thy great name, and what thou art, Thy mercy,Lord, is such an endless store, And yet to find thee still so gracious Man's reason here must silently adore.
prove; 4 However weak and helpless we,
This makes us sink abas'd with shame However pow'rful sin may be,
and love. Thou art our Strength in ev'ry case ; * We all know who, and what we are, Thro' thy support and aiding grace And all with one consent declare, We firmly trust that we shall con. That we no good in us could find qu’rors prove,
To move thee, Lord, to be so kind : Since thou dost give us vict'ry from Yet many here with inward rapture feel above.
Thy Spirit's unction, and assuring seal, 5 Lo, we fall down with filial fear,
5 O ground us deeper still in thee, Conscious that thou art nt here; And let us thy true follwers be; We humbly laud thy saving name, And when of thee we testify, We sink, abas’d with humble shame, Fill thou our souls with heav'nly joy: Almighty God, before thy glorious May thy blest Spirit all our souls inspire, throne;
And set each cold and lifeless heart on And thee ouronly Lordand Saviourown. fire. 6 Reach out thy sceptre, King of love, 6 Our souls and bodies, Lord, prepare, Let us thy royal favor prove,
That we rich fruit for thee may bear; Who, conscious of our indigence, Grant we may liye unto thy praise, Approach thy throne with confidence; And serve thy cause with faithfulness; o teach our lips to praise, our hearts Since grace and truth is our hearts' to glow,
wish and aim, Oureyes with grateful tears to overflow. lo glorify in us thy saving name.