3."Thou hast cancell'd my trangres-Let this be my confidence, On the cross wast made an (105.) 86.* (ing, (107.) J. Heermann. 87.* T. 167. Homburg & Rist. Tak'st upon thee my distress: T. 165. (water, CHRIST, thy wounds and bitter Seal'st thy love with blood and (tomb, Bear'st the world's iniquity. passion, Bloody sweat, cross, death, and 2. Love, so strikingly displayed Be my daily meditation, would In thy tears and bloody sweat : Love, by sinful men betrayed, Dragg'd before the judgment-seat: Love, who for my soul's salvation Willingly didst shed thy blood, Thro' thy death and bitter passion gay I am reconcil'd to God. Draw me to its own broad way; 3. Lord, in every sore oppression shed, Mark his care for John and Mary; When thy dear blood, so freely To the thief he offers grace, (body; Ah, he thirsts with love unshaken; Pervades and heals both soul and "God, why hast thou me forsaken?" When thou dost give to us thy And, "'Tis finish'd," Jesus cries, (ready Yields his spirit, droops, and dies. 89.* (112.) peace; Ah, then our arms of faith are SING with awe in strains melodi- Sing with awe : Behold the man, sighing, To shed for sinners vile like me; O that thy fire of love, dear Jesus, Inflam'd my heart with love to thee; May thy atoning death and pasThy agony and bitter pain, (sion, Until my final consummation, Deep in my heart engrav'd remain. 3. O might I live in the enjoyment Of all my Lord for me hath gain'd; (ment, Might this be daily my employTo amuse on what his soul sus(graven (ed, may his hands, whereon enMy poor and worthless name doth I'm the cause: Behold the man! Visage marr'd: Behold the man! tain'd: Viewing thee, thou slaughter'd 2. Lord Jesus, who is like to thee? Lamb. Gregor. (114.) 90. T. 594, or 184. ONE view, Lord Jesus, of thy pas- Will make the fainting spirit glad; O might I night and day That scene of suffering, stay. 4. Beholding with deep reverence 2. With God my habitation Thy side for me then pierced, 5. O might thy dying love divine C. R. v. Z. T. 14. 92. For me the Saviour died. 2. My dying Saviour and my God, Fountain for guilt and sin! Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, And cleanse, and keep me clean. 3. Wash me, and make me thus thine own; Wash me, and mine thou art: Wesley's Collection. (117.) 93. T. B. p. 114. My object day and night; For me to God ascendeth; My mournful cry he hears. Upon mount Calvary Here it is good to be: Of heaven I have a foretaste, (118.) My grateful heart to show? More ardent for him glow. Himself hath sanctified My favourite theme remain; T. 22. And since for me he died, Z. (123.) T. 14. To veil in flesh his radiant face, 97.* SEE, world, upon the shameful tree Thy Maker sinks in death: (thee, 3. Who can to love his name forCover'd with stripes and wounds for That of his sufferings hears, (bear Thy Saviour yields his breath. 2. Behold the streams of sacred blood, From hands, and feet, and side; What hath drawn forth this copious flood, And swell'd this flowing tide? Upon the ocean's shore, (hands, And finds the ransom of his soul cheeks And trembling lips were spread; Thereby to set me free. (mense, 7. May we a grateful sense retain 5. Thou art destruction to the Of thy redeeming love : Death's enemy severe; (grave, And live below like those that hope That each, in bondage as its slave, To live with thee above. Might now be sav'd from fear. 6. My debt to thee, God, who art love, Weak words can ne'er express; I cannot here, if there above, Return due thankfulness. 7. Grant me the grace while I am 98. 2. Compassion for man's fallen race, Brought down God's only Son, (125.) 99. T. 14. 2. Was it for crimes that I had 3. Well might the sun in darkness 4. Thus might I hide my blushing Watts. T. 22. 3. All righteousness did he fulfil, (126.) 100. WHEN I by faith my Saviour see Expiring on the cross for me, Satan and sin no more can move, For I am fill'd with Jesus' love. 2. His thorns and nails pierce thro' my heart, of God, In every groan I bear a part; (eyes; I view his wounds with streaming But see, he bows his head and dies. 3. Come, sinners, view the Lamb (blood, Wounded, and dead, and bath'd in Behold his side, and venture near, The well of endless life is here. 4. Here I forget my cares and pains; I drink, yet still my thirst remains; Only the fountain-head above Can satisfy the thirst of love. 5. O that I thus could always feel; Lord, more and more thy love reveal: (proclaim Then my glad tongue shall loud The grace and glory of thy name. 6. Thy name dispels my guilt and fear, (ear; Revives my heart and charms mine Affords a balm for every wound, And Satan trembles at the sound. J. Newton. |