2. Good-will to men and zeal for God
His ev'ry thought engross;
He longs to be baptiz'd with blood;
He pants to reach his cross,

3. With all his suff'rings full in view,
And woes to us unknown,
Forth to the task his spirit flew ;
'Twas love that urg'd him on.
4. Lord! we return thee what we can.
Our hearts shall sound abroad
Salvation to the dying man,
And to the rising God!

5. And while thy bleeding glories here
Engage our wond'ring eyes;

We learn our lighter cross to bear,
And hasten to the skies.

1. BE

HYMN 139. s. M.

EHOLD th' amazing sight,
The Saviour lifted high!
Behold the Son of God's delight
Expire in agony !

2. For whom, for whom, my heart,
Were all these sorrows borne ?
Why did he feel that piercing smart,
And meet that various scorn?

5. For love of us he bled,

And all in torture died;

Twas love that bow'd his fainting head,
And op'd his gushing side.

4. In sympathy of love

Let all the earth combine;

And, drawn by cords so gentle, prove
The energy divine.

5. In him our hearts unite,

Nor share his griefs alone;

But from his cross pursue their flight
To his triumphant throne.

HYMN 140 c M.

1. COME, let us lift our voices high,
High as our joys arise;

And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.

2. Jesus, the Lord that fought and bled,
How kind his smiles appear!

What melting, soothing words he says To ev'ry humble ear!

3." For you, the objects of my love, "It was for you I died.

"Behold my hands, behold my feet, "And look into my side.

4. "These are the wounds for you I bore, "The tokens of my pains,

"When I was sent to free your souls "From misery and chains."

5. We give thee, Lord, our highest praise For goodness so divine.

1.

O may we ever feel thy grace,
And die to ev'ry sin!

HYMN 141. p. M.

1

HARK! the voice of love and merey

Sounds aloud from Calvary;

Rending rocks the work attesting,
Shaking earth and veiled sky.
"It is finish'd!"

Was the dying Saviour's cry.

2. O the life, the peace, the pleasure, Which these charming words afford ! Heav'nly blessings without measure Flow to us through Christ the Lord. "It is finish'd!"

Let our joyful words record.

3. Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs!
Sound aloud Immanuel's name.
All creation swell the chorus,
Dwell on this delightful theme:
"It is finish'd!"

Glory to the worthy Lamb!

1.

HYMN 142. L. M.

"TIS finish'd!"—so the Saviour cried,

And meekly bow'd his head and died. 'Tis finish'd-yes, the race is run,

The battle fought, the vict'ry won.
2. 'Tis finish'd!-all that heav'n decreed,
And all the ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfill'd, as was design'd,
In thee the Saviour of mankind.
3. 'Tis finish'd!-Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore.
The sacred veil is rent in twain,

And Jewish rites no more remain.
4. 'Tis finish'd!-man is reconcil'd ·
To God, and pow'rs of darkness spoil'd.
Peace, love, and happiness again

Return and dwell with sinful men.

5. 'Tis finish'd!-let the joyful sound

Be heard thro' all the nations round. 'Tis finish'd!-let the echo fly

Thro' heav'n and hell, thro' earth and sky!

HYMN 143. c. M.

1. COME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne.

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2." Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
"To be exalted thus.

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, For he was slain for us.

3. Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and pow'r divine;

And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord! for ever thine.

4. Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise!

HYMN 144. s. M.

1. HOSANNAH to the Son

Of David and of God,

Who brought the news of pardon down,
And seal'd it with his blood!

2. To Christ, th' anointed King,
Be endless blessings giv'n!
Let the whole earth his glory sing,
Who made our peace with heav'n.

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HYMN 145. L. M.

ORTHY is he, that once was slain,

The Prince of peace that groan'd and died;

Worthy to rise, and live, and reign,

At his almighty Father's side.

2. 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 there.

3. Honour immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn;
While glory shines about his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.

4. Blessings for ever on the Lamb,

J.

Whose blood speaks peace to wretched men. Let angels sound his sacred name;

And ev'ry creature say, Amen.

HYMN 146. c. M.

AND are we now brought near to God,

Who once at distance stood?

And, to effect this glorious change,

Did Jesus shed his blood?

2. O for a song of ardent praise;
To bear our souls above!
What should allay our lively hope,
Or damp our flaming love?

3. Then let us join the heav'nly choirs,
To praise our heav'nly King.

O may that grace which he has shown,
Inspire us while we sing:-

4. Glory to God in highest strains, And to the earth be peace!

1.

Good-will from heav'n to men is come,
And let it never cease!

BE

HYMN 147. C. M.

EHOLD the Saviour of mankind
Nail'd to the shameful tree.

How vast the love that him inclin'd

To bleed and die for thee!

2. Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend!
The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
The solid marbles bend.

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!

HYMN 148. c. M.

1. ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,

And did my Sov'reign die?

Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2. Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When Christ, the mighty Saviour, died,
For man, the creature's sin!

3. Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

4. But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe.

Here, Lord, I give myself away:
"Tis all that I can do.