3. Stripes and cruel mockeries he endured,

Meek and patient, in cur stead; How are Jesus' gracious eyes obscured;

cerated,

View his wounded back and head: He, whom thorns and scourges la(created; Is the Lord, who all things hath Ah, his sufferings, pain, and woe Make my eyes with tears o'erflow.

4. See him bear his cross in deep affliction

On his sore and wounded back,
Led to Calvary for crucifixion,
Where his limbs they stretch and
rack;
(slaughter,
As a lamb he's led unto the
And his soul is poured out like
water;

Vinegar and gall he tastes,
While his suffering body wastes.

5. Now behold him weeping, bleed

ing, crying,

'Midst two thieves upon the cross: Lo, he bows his sacred head, and Life eternal gains for us: (dying, Lord, afford us all thy Spirit's unction, (punction; To consider this with heart's comMight our words and actions prove That we know thy dying love.

6. Our enraptur'd hearts shall ne'er be weary

On our dying Lord to gaze;

| 7. Therefore all his agony and pasAnd his sin-atoning death, (sion, Shall remain thro' grace our faith's foundation,

While we draw our vital breath: Thus shall neither honor, wealth, nor pleasures; (sures; Rob our souls of everlasting treaJesus, both by day and night, Shall remain our sole delight.

8. Could we tune our hearts and voices higher

Than man's most exalted lays, Yet, till join'd to the celestial choir, Cold would prove our warmest praise: (hension,

Jesus' love exceeds all compreBut our love to him we scarce dare mention;

We may weep beneath his cross,
But he wept and bled for us.

9. O delightful theme, past all expression,

"Thy Redeemer died for thee:" Ah, this prompts my deepest adoration,

When I hear, "He died for me:"
Might my thoughts, my words and
whole behaviour, (Saviour;
Prove that I believe in Christ my
Yea, my love to Jesus show
His to me in all I do.

10. Lamb of God, thou shalt remain for ever

Of our songs the only theme:

and favour,

We will praise thy saving name: That for our transgressions thou

wast wounded, (sounded, Shall by us in nobler strains be When we, perfected in love, Once shall join the church above.

Chr. R. v. Zinzendorf.

79.*
THOU source of my salvation,
Thou conqueror of my death,
Who didst as my oblation

In torments yield thy breath;
Who bar'st the dreadful sentence
Due to our guilty race,
To screen my soul from vengeance;
Accept my thanks and praise.

2. I'll go with thee, my Saviour,
Up to mount Calvary;
And view with spirit's fervour
All thou hast done for me:
Thus with intense devotion

I follow thee each step,
While tender love's emotion
Makes heart and eyes to weep.

3. I see my Saviour languish

In sad Gethsemane,
Till through his pores in anguish
Great blood-drops force theirway:
The load which him oppresses,
I, I deserved to feel;
The bloody sweat of Jesus
Doth soul and body heal.

4. My Saviour was betrayed,
Reproach and pain to meet;
My sins the Lord conveyed
'Fore Pilate's judgment seat:
These, these did him deliver
Into the foe's dire hand;
I should have felt for ever
The pangs my Lord sustain'd.

5. Behold the man, he beareth
God's wrath and curse for us:
A crown of thorns he weareth,
For us endures the cross:
There, to complete his passion,
His sorrows, pain, and woe,
His blood for our salvation
In copious streams doth flow.

Turn, Lord, to me thine eye: Thy mouth now grace declareth To the repenting thief; My guilty soul this cheereth; Of sinners I am chief.

7. In anguish thou complainest, "My God forsaketh me;" "I thirst," thou then exclaimest, Yet none refresheth thee: Thy passion being ended

Thou criest, "Tis finished; "My spirit be commended To God:"-'Twas finished.

8. My heart with love is glowing, I see my Saviour die; His head I see him bowing,

This brought me endless joy: He gave his soul an offering

For sin, that I might live;
He sav'd me by his suffering,
To him myself I give.

9. Thou God of my salvation,
In whom I trust my faith,
Who hast for my transgression
Lain in the dust of death;
I place upon thy merit

While here my confidence;
And will commend my spirit
To thee, when I go hence.

10. Lord, grant me thy salvation And peace divine, I pray, While under tribulation

On earth below I stay; Till I shall stand before thee

And for redeeming grace, With all the saints in glory, My Hallelujah raise.

Wobeser & v. Bruiningk

lie dormant,

An angel comes to comfort him:
O how heart-piercingly he prayed,
When he his Father did accost,
To have the bitter cup delayed;
Here is my soul in wonder lost.

3. I see his countenance defiled, His hands by ruffians rudely bound;

I see him buffeted, reviled,
His head with thorns in mockery
crown'd;

Thus to the multitude displayed,
His back with cruel scourges torn,
A reed he beareth, is arrayed
In purple, and then hail'd in scorn.

4. Fainting beneath the cross's

burden,

He bows his head, the conflict's ended;

I see the spear transfix his heart: Thus closed he his bitter passion, Expiring on the accursed tree; Then horror seiz'd the whole creation, (me.

But streams of grace came over

6. The thought of blood and water bursting (heart; From God, my rock, o'ercomes my I for that living flood am thirsting, O may it stream thro' every part: Lord, for thy love with adoration I'll thank and laud thee all my days, Long as I live shall each pulsation And every breath declare thy praise.

7. This awful, blessed meditation Oft fills my soul with conscious shame,

That Jesus died for my salvation,
Who to his mercy had no claim:
How poor
I am, how void of glory,
Thou, Lord, know'st best; but yet
when I,
(thee,
With all my ailments, come before
My suit is granted presently.
8. Thou, Jesus, art my God and
Saviour,
(power;
Thee will I serve with all my
On thee I'll meditate for ever,

And for thy goodness thee adore:
Thy dying love hath captivated
My heart, and now my chief delight,
Until to heaven I am translated,
Is to enjoy thee day and night.

Chr. R. v. Zinzendorf
81.
T. 167.

GREAT High-priest, we view thee stooping

With our names upon thy breast, In the garden, groaning, drooping.