that groan

HYMN 144. s. M.
TOSANNAH 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.

HYMN 145. L. M.
1.
· WORTHY is he that once was slain,

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n'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,

Whose blood speaks peace to wretched men.
Let angels sound his sacred name;
And ev'ry creature say, Amen.

HYMN 146. C. M.
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ND are we now brought near to God,

Who once at distance stood ?
And, to effect this glorious change,

Did Jesus shed his blood ? 2.0 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!
Good-will from heav'n to men is come,
And let it never cease !

HYMN 147. C. M.
1.
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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.

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HYMN 149. P. M. 1. Al see

him writhe, and bleed, and die ! Give thanks, my soul, and offer praise. See Christ with God's command comply,

And execute his work of grace:
He bows his head upon the tree,
To save, to bless, to comfort me.
2. Great God! the cov’nant now is seal'd;

The arduous work of love is done.
Thy mercy fully stands reveald,

For thou hast given us thy Son. What gift can ever be denied

To those for whom the Saviour died? 3. My soul upon thy word relies,

Thy gracious message glad receives ;
Assur'd by such a sacrifice,

In all thy promises believes.
No gloomy fears my peace molest,

Since Jesus bled to give me rest. 4. Assist me, Lord, to keep his cross

For ever present to my heart ;
Like him, to count all things but loss,

That from thy service me would part;
In virtue's cause to persevere,

And only love what he held dear. 5. Like Jesus, may I bear, resign'd,

The ills of life, the wrongs of foes;
In hope that I may mercy find,

Forgive the authors of my woes;
To reach my goal, on thorns proceed,

From all complaints and murmurs freed. 6. Like Jesus, may I ev'n in death

Enraptur'd say, “my Father, Friend;
Confide in thee, and yield my breath,

Assur'd that with him I'll ascend
To mansions of celestial joy,

And pleasures which shall never cloy. 7. Eternal glory, praise, to thee,

Who sit’st supreme upon the throne !
Salvation, honour, blessings be

For ever given to the Son !
In heav'n more worthy thanks shall rise
For his vast love and sacrifice.

HYMN 150. L. M. 1. NOW let us raise our cheerful strains,

And join the blissful choir above. There our exalted Saviour reigns,

And there they sing his wondrous love. 2. Jesus, who once upon the tree

In agonizing pains expir’d, To save us rebels --yes, 'tis he!

How bright, how lovely, how admir'd! 3. Jesus, who died that we might live,

And raise to his own heav'nly place: O what returns can mortals give

For such immeasurable grace! 4. Were universal nature our's,

And art with all her boasted store; Nature and art, with all their pow'rs,

Would still confess the off'rer poor. 5. Yet, tho’ for bounty so divine

We ne'er can equal honours raise : Jesus ! may all our hearts be thine, And all our tongues proclaim thy praise.

HYMN 151. C. M.
1.
BEHOLD the bleeding Lamb of God,

The spotless sacrifice !
By hands of barb'rous sinners seiz’d,

Nail'd to the cross he dies. 2. Blest Jesus, whence this streaming blood ?

And whence this foul disgrace? Whence all these pointed. thorns that rend

Thy amiable face ! 3.“ I sanctify myself (he cries)

“That thou may'st holy be. “Come, trace my life; come, view my death,

“ And learn to copy me." 4. Dear Lord, we pant for holiness,

And ev'ry sin we mourn:

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To the bright path of thy commands

Our wand'ring footsteps turn.
5. Not more sincerely would we wish

To climb the heav'nly hill,
Than here with all our utmost pow'r
Thy model to fulfil.

HYMN 152. s. M.
ND shall we still be slaves,

And in our fetters lie,
When summon’d by a voice divine

T'assert our liberty ?'
2. Did the great Saviour bleed,

Our freedom to obtain ?
And shall we trample on his blood,

And glory in our chain ? 3. Shall we go on to sin,

Because thy grace abounds;
Or crucify the Lord again

And open all bis wounds ? 4. Forbid it mighty God!

Nor let it e'er be said,
That those, for whom thy Son has died,

In vice are lost and dead. 5. The man, that durst despise

The law that Moses brought,
Behold ! how terribly he dies

For his presumptuous fault. 6. But sorer vengeance falls

On that rebellious race,
Who hate to hear when Jesus calls,
And dare resist his grace.

HYMN 153. L. M.
1. NOW be that sacrifice survey?d,

Which for our souls the Saviour made, While love to sinners fir'd his heart,

And conquer'd all the killing smart. 2. Blest Jesus, while thy grace I sing,

What grateful tribute shall I bring,