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3."Thou hast cancell'd my trangres-Let this be my confidence,
Jesus, by thy precious blood; (sion, That thy deep humiliation
May I find therein salvation, Has procured my salvation.
Happiness and peace with God;
And since thou for sinners suffer-
ing

On the cross wast made an
From all sin deliver me,
That I wholly thine may be.

(105.)

86.*

(ing,

(107.)

J. Heermann.

87.* T. 167.
offer-O THE love wherewith I'm loved,
Source of all my happiness;
Thou, O Love, by mercy moved,

Homburg & Rist. Tak'st upon thee my distress:
As a lamb led to the slaughter
Goest to the cross's tree,

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,
Till I to thy presence come.
When a sinful thought
Ready to seduce my heart,
Thy sore pain effectually
Me forbid with sin to dally.
2. Would the world with
allurement

would
(start,

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;
Let me think upon thy torment,
And the load which on thee lay:
Sure the sweat and precious blood
Of the dying Lamb of God
Can arm me on each occasion,
To oppose the infatuation.

3. Lord, in every sore oppression
Let thy wounds be my relief;
When I seek thy intercession,
Add new strength to my belief:
Ah, the feeling of thy peace
Sets my troubled heart at ease,
And affords a demonstration
Of thy love and my salvation.
4. All my hope and consolation,
Christ, is in thy bitter death;
At the hour of expiration,
Lord, receive my dying breath:
Most of all, when go hence,

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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
J. Swertner. Thy cross, O Jesus, to embrace.
T. 168. 2. No drop of blood thou deem'dst
too precious,

SING with awe in strains melodi-
ous,

Sing with awe : Behold the man,
Yea, repeat in tones harmonious,
Ah! behold, behold the man.
On thy dying look, dear Saviour,
I will fix my eyes for ever:
I am never tir'd to gaze
At thy lovely, bleeding face.
2. Oh, this makes me think with

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!
But his love which I'm enjoying,
Comforts me: Behold the man!
Ah, that cruelly abused
Countenance, so marr'd and bruis-
Makes my eyes with tears o'erflow,
Till to him I've leave to go.
3. Wounded head, back plough'd
with furrows,

Visage marr'd: Behold the man!
Eyes how dim, how full of sorrows,
Sunk with grief: Behold the man!
Lamb of God, led to the slaughter,
Melted, poured out like water;
Should not love my heart inflame,

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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-
sion

Will make the fainting spirit glad;
This yields us solid consolation,

O might I night and day
In spirit upon Calvary,

That scene of suffering, stay.
3. How highly favour'd had I been,
Had I with John stood by,
And my beloved Saviour seen,
For my redemption die.

4. Beholding with deep reverence 2. With God my habitation

Thy side for me then pierced,
With what emotion had I thence
Seen blood and water burst.

5. O might thy dying love divine
Become to me more clear,
And smile in every smile of mine,
And flow in every tear.
6. When I depart, my latest breath
To thee, Lord, shall ascend,
As a thank-offering for thy death;
Thus, blest my race will end.

C. R. v. Z.

T. 14.

92.
FOR ever here my rest shall be,
Close to thy pierced side;
This all my hope and all my plea,

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:
Wash me, but not my feet alone,
My hands, my head, my heart.
4. The atonement of thy blood ap-
Till faith to sight improve; (ply,
Till hope in full fruition die,
And all my soul be love.

Wesley's Collection.

(117.) 93. T. B. p. 114.
THE slaughter'd Lamb, my Sa-
Remains my sole delight, (viour,
My favourite theme for ever,

My object day and night;
The incense of his prayers,
His cries and bitter tears,

For me to God ascendeth; My mournful cry he hears.

Upon mount Calvary
I'll fix without cessation:

Here it is good to be:
Thus from my Saviour's death
Deriving life by faith,

Of heaven I have a foretaste,
Until my latest breath.

(118.)
94.*
T. 151.
HERE am I blushing, weeping,
A breeze of heavenly bliss
From Jesus' cross perceiving,
Rejoicing that I'm his;
To him what shall I render,

My grateful heart to show?
Did but my love more tender,

More ardent for him glow.
2. My Saviour's death and passion.
Until my consummation
His anguish, grief, and pain,

Himself hath sanctified

My favourite theme remain;

T. 22.

And since for me he died,
The grave, my resting place,
I shall lie down in peace.
(121.)
95.*
ROUND Tabor heavenly glories
But what on Olivet was done,
shone,
What signaliz'd Mount Calvary,
Calls forth my praise:-'twas done
for me.

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Z.
T. 582.
WAS ever grief like thine,
Jesus, thou man of woe?
The visage and the form divine,
Why was it marred so?
That man. by thee restor'd,
God's image might regain,
And, by the sorrows of his Lord,
In joys eternal reign.

(123.)

T. 14. To veil in flesh his radiant face,
And for our sins atone.

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?
3. My sins, as numerous as the
sands

Upon the ocean's shore, (hands,
Have been the cruel, murderous
That wounded thee so sore.
4. Thy wondrous love to evidence
Thou wouldst my surety be:
Thyself wouldst pay my debt im-

And finds the ransom of his soul
Was blood as well as tears?
4. When earth and hell's malicious
Encompass'd thee around, (powers
Thy sacred blood, O Son of God,
Stream'd forth from every wound :
5. Till death's pale ensigns o'er thy

cheeks

And trembling lips were spread;
Till light forsook thy dying eyes,
And life thy drooping head.
6. Joy for thy torments we receive,
Life in thy death have found;
For the reproaches of thy cross
Shall be with glory crown'd.

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
Since I can nothing give, (here,
Thy sufferings in my heart to bear,
And by thy death to live.

98.
(124.)
T. 14.
BEHOLD the Saviour of the world,
Imbru'd with sweat and gore,
Expiring on the accursed cross,
Where he our sorrows bore.

2. Compassion for man's fallen race, Brought down God's only Son,

(125.)

99.

T. 14.
ALAS, and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote his sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2. Was it for crimes that I had
He groan'd upon the tree? (done,
Amazing pity, grace unknown,
And love beyond degree.

3. Well might the sun in darkness
(hide
And shut his glories in,
When the almighty Maker died,
An offering for my sin.

4. Thus might I hide my blushing
While Jesus' cross appears; (face,
Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness,
And melt, my eyes, in tears.

Watts.

T. 22. 3. All righteousness did he fulfil,
No sin did ever know:
He never thought nor acted ill;
Why was he wounded so?

(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.

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