2. For thy death, :||: Thou art worthy, Lamb of God, 3. O how great :||: Are the blessings we derive Grace for grace. :||: That our lives and whole demeanor 4. Ah remain, :||: In our hearts, dear suffering Sa- | 4. Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say, 66 The Saviour died for me." SING with humble hearts your praises For our Saviour's boundless grace; That thou art our All in all. How do I rejoice to see my Maker, | I'm lost in wonder and amaze, my Brother, Born to suffer death for me; (other, He's my Saviour, I will know none He my All in all shall be: I confess with joy and exultation, From his birth, his life, and bitter passion All my hopes and joys arise; 3. Oh, what comfort flows, as from 352.* T. 590. WHAT strikes, O wounded Lamb My soul so sensibly? (of God, 'Tis when I view the fervent love, That brought thee down to die; And feel that from thy precious So freely shed for me, (blood, Flows all my happiness in time And in eternity. 2. This grace, as long as life shall I humbly will proclaim; (last, Ev'n I, a sinner void of good, Who dust and ashes am: 3. Thy mercy may I ne'er forget, While here below I stay: When I thy goodness weigh, 4. With contrite tears I thee adore, As my most gracious Lord, 6. O thou who to redeem my soul 7. Thy sufferings then, and bitter Nought but my ransom-price. 8. For ever then remain engrav'd Deep in my heart's recess; BEHOLD, my soul, thy Saviour And reconcile to God: His stripes give thee relief: The Lamb of God can trace 3. I see him in the garden I hear his anxious prayers: I see him pine and languish, As on the ground he lay, Till thro' his pores in anguish The blood-sweat forc'd its way. 4. I fully am assured My Saviour loveth me, By all he hath endured In his great agony: (rows, His back plough'd deep with furHis side pierc'd with a spear, And unexampled sorrows, His boundless love declare. 5. My favourite theme is Jesus, 6. Near Jesus' cross I tarry, I shall obtain a sight, 7. What undeserved favour T is my heart's inclination, Lord, at thy pierced feet. My soul, and bad'st me live: With inward spirit's ardour I thank thee for thy grace; Thyself this heavenly fervour Of love to thee increase. 2. Jesus, thy dying love, My faith this vivifies. 3. I look to Golgotha, For me I view thee languish, In what on thee did fall, 4. Most gracious God and Lord, Mankind's almighty Saviour, Worthy to be ador'd By all, both now and ever: Those souls are bless'd indeed Who thee embrace by faith, As thou for us wast laid Low in the dust of death. 5. In thee I trust by faith, My soul shall feed for ever: 2. When we thy mercy weigh, How nails and scourges tore thee, Our debt immense to pay, We melt in tears before thee: Thy pain, thy stripes, and wounds, Thydeath, thou slaughter'd Lamb, Whence all our bliss redounds, Our grateful praises claim. 3. Eternal thanks be thine, Author of our salvation: Thou didst our hearts incline To accept thy invitation; We are thy property, O may we thine abide; This is our only plea, That thou for us hast died. 4. Might with an iron pen This truth divine be graven, And joyfully repeat The blessed gospel-song; 'Tis ever new and sweet. THY blood, thy blood the deed hath wrought, That won me for thee, Saviour; Else had I never on thee thought, Nor come to thee for ever. 2. Tho' I'm a sinful creature still, I have a full exemption (quell From serving sin, since thou didst Its power by thy redemption. 3. I feel how much in debt I am, This makes me oft ashamed; Yet as thy purchase, slaughter'd I am through mercy claimed. (Lamb, 4. O let me thee behold in faith, As thou for me wast wounded; |