(129.)

103. GO forth in spirit, go

T. 582. Behold he bows his sacred head,
He bows his head, and dies.

To Calvary's holy mount; See there thy friend between two thieves,

Suffering on thy account.

2. Fall at his cross's foot,

And say, "My God and Lord, Here let me dwell, and view those wounds,

Which life for me procur'd."
3. Fix on that face thine eye;
Why dost thou backward shrink?
What a base rebel thou hast been
To Christ, thou now dost think.
4. Fear not; for this is he

Who always loves us first,
And with white robes of righteous-
Delights to deck the worst. (ness
5. Or art thou at a loss

What thou to him shalt say?
Be but sincere, and all thy case
Just as it is display.

THE cross, the cross, O that's my
gain;

Because on that the Lamb was slain;
"Twas there my Lord was crucified,
"Twas there my Saviour for me died.
2. The stony heart dissolves in tears
When to our view the cross appears;
Christ's dying love, when truly felt,
The vilest, hardest heart doth melt.
3. Here will I stay, and gaze awhile
Upon the friend of sinners vile;
Abas'd I view what I have done
To God's eternal, gracious Son.
4. Here I behold, as in a glass,
God's glory, with unveiled face;
And by beholding, I shall be

6. His blood thy cause will plead,
Thy plaintive cry he'll hear,
Look with an eye of pity down,
Made like to him who loved me.
And grant thee all thy prayer.
Greening. 5. Here is an ensign on a hill,
(130.) 104. T. 14. Come hither, sinners, look your fill;
BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
To look aside is pain and loss;
Nail'd to the shameful tree;
I glory only in the cross.
How vast the love that him inclin'd

To bleed and die for thee. 2. Hark how he groans, while na

ture shakes,

And earth's strong pillars bend; The temple's veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend.

6. Here doth the Lord of life proclaim
To all the world his saving name :
Repenting souls, in him believe;
Ye wounded, look on him and live.
7. No flaming sword doth guard the
place,
(grace;
The cross of Christ proclaims free

3. "Tis done, the precious ransom's All pilgrims who would heaven win,

paid;

""Tis finish'd," Jesus cries;

By Jesus' cross must enter in.

Mrs. Taylor.

(132.) 106.
O LOVE divine, what hast thou
done;

T. 96 or 90. Sinner, wipe thy tears away,
I thy ransom freely pay."
4. While I hear this grace reveal'd,
And obtain my pardon seal'd,
All my soft affections move,
Waken'd by the force of love.
5. Farewell, world, thy gold is dross,
Now I see the blood-stain'd cross:
Jesus died to set me free

The incarnate God hath died for me,
The Father's co-eternal Son
Bore all my sins upon the tree :
The incarnate God for me hath died;
My Lord, my Love is crucified.
2. Behold him, all ye that pass by,
The bleeding Prince of life and From the law, and sin, and thee.

peace;

(die, 6. He has dearly bought my soul:
Lord, accept and claim the whole;
To thy will I all resign,
Now no more my own, but thine.

Come, see, ye worms, your Maker
And say, was ever grief. like his ?
Come, feel with me his blood ap-
plied:

My Lord, my Love is crucified :-
3. Is crucified for me and you,
To bring us rebels back to God;
Believe, believe the record true,

Ye all are bought with Jesus' blood:
Pardon for all flows from his side:
My Lord, my Love is crucified.
4. Then let us sit beneath his cross,
And gladly catch the healing

LET me dwell on Golgotha,
Weep and love my life away;
While I see him on the tree

11.

J. Newton.

T. 166. WHEN I survey the wondrous

For Christ I freely sacrifice.

2. See from his head, his hands,
his feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature
mine,

Love so amazing, so divine,
That were a present far too small;
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
(136.)

Weep, and bleed, and die for me.
2. That dear blood, for sinners
Shows my sin in all its guilt; (spilt,
Ah, my soul, he bore thy load;
T. 184.
Thou hast slain the Lamb of God. FOR our transgressions thou wast

109.

(laid;

3. Hark, his dying word: "For- wounded, Father, let the sinner live: (give, Our sins, O Lord, on thee were

Thy sufferings, O what love un- With hearts enlarged

Thy cross our glory shall remain; Yet oft asham'd we weep before thee,

That we by sin the Lord have slain.

(138.) 110.* *
T. 151.
THY blood, so dear and precious,
Love made thee shed for me;

O may I now, dear Jesus,
Love thee most fervently:
May the divine impression
Of thy atoning death,
And all thy bitter passion, (breath.
Ne'er leave me while I've

Salvation's finish'd now;

Redeemed sinners, bow,
Adore, and wonder,

That earth and heaven's Founder
Now sinks in death. ::

2. Look up and see,
By faith look up and see,
His heart was pierc'd for thee;
The Rock of ages,
Whose stream thy thirst assuages,
Was rent for thee. ::

3. The precious flood
Of water and of blood,
Of sin-atoning blood,

Now freely floweth

On him, who Jesus knoweth
As Lord and God. :||:|

4. We are redeem'd,
Redeem'd to endless bliss,
Our souls rejoice at this;

THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners plung'd beneath that flood,

2.

Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,
Wash'd all my sins away.

3. E'er since by faith I saw the
stream,

Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my And shall be till I die. (theme, 4. Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue

Lies silent in the grave.

5. Lord, I believe thou hast pre-
Unworthy tho' I be, (par'd,
For me a blood-bought, free re-
A golden harp for me. (ward,

6. 'Tis strung, and tuned for end-
less years,

And form'd by power divine,
To sound in God the Father's ears
No other name but thine.

Cowper.

113.

T. 581, or 83. Me constrain, and rule my whole behaviour,

GO to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel the tempter's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2. Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of life arraign'd;
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the pangs his soul sustain'd!
Shun not suffering, shame or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
3. Calvary's mournful mountain
There, adoring at his feet, (climb;|
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete :
"It is finish'd!" hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

4. Early hasten to the tomb,

Thus my mortal body I shall nour-
Till I from this world depart:
(cherish,

And as thine with holy reverence
ish,
Earnestly intent to bear
More of thy blest image here.

3. With a mind from earthly cares
divested,

Let me dwell by day and night,
Where the body of my Saviour
rested:

Here I find supreme delight;
Here 'tis good for me with par-
don'd Mary

At his sepulchre in faith to tarry;
Thus in blessed fellowship
With my Lord I wake and sleep.

Where they laid his breathless (144.)

115.*

All is solitude and gloom, (clay; HAPPY meditation
Who hath taken him away?

Christ is ris'n-He meets our
Saviour, teach us so to rise. (eyes;
J. Montgomery.

(143.)

114.*

T. 185.

UNTO Jesus' cross I'm now re-
tiring,

There my Saviour's pierced feet,
(Dying love a grateful sense in-
spiring,)

Bath'd in tears I humbly greet:
Might I never lose this blest sensa-
tion,

But in spirit fix my happy station
On those heights so dear to me,
Golgotha, Gethsemane.

2. Might thy dying love, dear suf-
fering Saviour,

C. R. v. Z.

T. 208.

On my Saviour's passion,
On his death and grave;
O the feeling blessed
Cannot be expressed

Which at times I have,
When I Christ in spirit view,
In his suffering scenes revising
My Lord agonizing.

2. All the pains and sorrows
He endured for us;

All the tears he shed,
When he in the garden,
Bearing our sins' burden,

In soul's anguish pray'd;
Yea, each scene of suffering love
Raises in me an emotion

Of intense devotion.

3. Lamb of God, thus dearest

Which subdu'd my stubborn heart, Thou to me appearest ;

O might I each breath
Spend, while here I'm living,
In praise and thanksgiving

For thy wounds and death;
Till I, for thy dying love,
Shall with all the saints in glory
Praise, thank and adore thee.

C. R. v. Z.
(145.) 116. T. 581, or 83.
MET around the sacred tomb,
Friends of Jesus, why those tears?
Midst this sad sepulchral gloom
Shall your faith give way to fears?
He will soon, ev'n as he said,
Rise triumphant from the dead.
2. Hidden from all ages past
Was the cross's mystery,
Doubts awhile a veil had cast
O'er that first dear family;
Till they saw him and believ'd,
And as Lord and God receiv'd.
3. Now with tears of love and joy
We remember all his pain,
Sighs and groans, and dying cry;
For the Lamb for us was slain,
And from death our souls to save,
Once for us lay in the grave.
4. Hither, sinners, all repair,
And with Jesus Christ be dead;
All are safe from Satan's snare,
Who to Jesus' tomb have fled;
Here the weary and oppress'd
Find a never ending rest.
5. Wounded Saviour, full of grace,
Hast thou suffer'd thus for me?
Ah, I hide my blushing face;
How have I requited thee?
Should not I with ardor burn
Some love's token to return?
6. But alas, the spark how small
Scarcely seen at all to glow,
Lord, thou know'st how short I fall,

And my growth in grace how slow;
Yet, when to thy cross I fly,
Soon all strange affections die.
7. In thy death is all my trust,
I have thee my refuge made;
And when once, consign'd to dust,
In the tomb my body's laid,
Then with saved souls above
will praise thy dying love.
8. But while here I'm left behind,
Burden'd with infirmity,
May I help and comfort find,
Visiting Gethsemane,
Calvary, and Joseph's tomb,
Till my sabbath's also come.

I

(146.)

117.

C. I. Latrobe.

T. 114.

NOW haste, my soul, with awe
and deep devotion

To Joseph's tomb, thy Saviour to
behold,
(and cold:
Laid in the dust, his body pale
Ah, in thy stead he drank death's

bitter potion: (and slain, He as a Lamb was wounded, bruis'd For thee eternal happiness to gain. 2. For worthless me, (O godlike (sphere, The Maker of creation's boundless Whom all celestial hosts as Lord

condescension!)