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2 Who, who, my Saviour, this bath done
Who could thy sacred body wound? No guilt thy spotless heart hath known,
No guile hath in thy lips been found. 31, I alone have done the deed!
'Tis I thy sacred flesh bave torn, My sins have caus'd thee, Lord, to bleed;
Pointed the nail, and fix'd the thorn. 4 My Saviour, how shall I proclaim ?
How pay the mighty debt I owe? Let all I have, and all I am,
Ceaseless to all thy glory show. 5 Too much to thee I cannot give :
Too much I cannot do for thee, Let all thy love, and all thy grief,
Grav'n on my heart for ever be! 6 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs,
O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast; Till loose from flesh and earth I rise, And ever in thy bosom rest.
Hymn 28. L. M. And they that passed by railed on kim, wagging their heads. Mark XV. 29.
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pass by, bebold the man! TE
The man of griefs condemn'd for you! The Lamb of God for sinners slaio,
Weeping to Calvary pursue. 2 See how his back the scourges tear,
While to the bloody pillars boned:
The ploughers make long furrows there,
Till all his body is one wound. 3 See there! his temples crown'd with thorn!
His bleeding hands extended wide! His streaming feet transfixt, and torn!
The fountain gushing from his side! 4 At thy last gasp the graves display'd
Their horrors to the upper skies :
Hymn 29. L. M.
How doth thy heart to sinners move;
Help me to taste thy dying love! 2 The rocks could feel thy pow'rful death,
And tremble, and asunder part: Orend with thy expiring breath
The harder marble of my heart! 3 My stony heart thy'voice shall rent,
'Thou wilt, I trust, the veil remove; My utmost bowels shall relent,
The yearnings of thy dying love. 4 The grace I surely shall receive;
Thy death hath bought the grace for me! This is my whole desire to live,
To live, and then to die in thee.
Hymn 30. P. M.
I have trodden the wine press alone. Isa. Ixiii. 3. 1 ESUS drinks the bitter cup,
Tears the graves and mountains up
By his expiring groan;
Nature in convulsion lies,
The great Jehovah dies. 2 O my God, he dies for me,
I feel the mortal smart!
A sight that breaks my heart!
Sioners, ye nay love him too,
For one who bled for you. 3 Weep o'er your desire and hope,
With tears of humblest love!
And reigns enthron'd above!
Pow'r is all to Jesus given;
The immortal king of heaven.
And truth, which never fail : Hast’ning to behold thy face
Without a dimming veil.
We shall see our heavenly King,
All thy glorious love proclaim,
Hymn 31. P. M.
and it ceaseth for ever. Psalm xlix. 8. WHERE bhall
my wond'ring soul begin?
A brand pluck'd from eternal fire!
Or sing my great Deliv'rer's praise ? 2 O how shall I thy goodness tell,
Father, which thou to me hast show'd?
I should be call’d a child of God,
Blest with this antepast of Heaven.
Or basely fear his gifts to own?
Shall I the hallow'd cross to shun,
By hiding it within my heart?
Harlots, and publicans, and thieves !
Sinners alone his grace receives :
5 Come, O my guilty brethren, come,
Groaning beneath your load of sin: His bleeding heart shall make you room,
His open side shall take you in : He calls you now, invites you home,
Come, O my guilty brethren, come. 6. For you the purple current flow'd
In pardons from his wounded side: Languish'd for you the Son of God,
For you the Prince of glory died: Believe, and all your sin's forgiven, Only believe and yours is heaven.
Hymn 32. L. M. Wherewith shall I come before the Lord, and how myself before the high GOD? Micah vi. 6. 1 CHEREWITH, O Lord, shall I draw
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How in thy purer eyes appear :
What shall I bring to gain thy grace? ? Will gifts delight the Lord most high?
Will multiplied oblations please? Thousands of rams his favour búy,
Or slaughter'd hecatombs appease? 3 Can these assuage the wrath of God ?
Can these wash out my guilty stain? Rivers of oil, and seas of blood,
Alas! they all must flow in vain! 4 Whoe'er to thee themselves approve,
Must take the path thy word bath show'd; Justice pursue, and mercy love,
And humbly walk by faith with God: