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HYMN 110. L. M.

Armley, Bath.

STEELE.

Sufferings and Death.

TRETCH'D on the cross, the Saviour dies;

STRE

Hark! his expiring groans arise:
See from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide.

2 But life attends the deathful sound,
And flows from every bleeding wound;
The vital stream, how free it flows,
To save and cleanse his rebel foes!

3 Can I survey this scene of wo,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love, or pain?

4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart!
"Till all its pow'rs and passions move
In melting grief, and ardent love.

HYMN 111. L. P. M.

Carolans, Harlington, Clapton.

LOVE divine, what hast thou done!
The Lord of life hath dy'd for me!

The Father's co-eternal Son

Bore all my sins upon the tree;
Th' incarnate God for me hath dy'd;
The Lord, my love, was crucifi'd.

2 Sinners, behold, as ye pass by,

The bleeding Prince of life and peace;

HYMN 110. L.M.

Armley, Bath
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Come, sinners, see your Saviour die,
And say, was ever grief like his?
Come, feel with me his blood appli'd,
The Lord, my love, was crucifi'd:
3 Is crucifi'd for you and me,

To bring us, rebels, back to God;
Salvation now for us is free;

His church is purchas'd with his blood;
Pardon and life flow from his side;
The Lord, my love, is crucifi'd.

4 Then let us sit beneath his cross,

And gladly catch the healing stream;
All things for him account but dross,
And give up all our hearts to him;
Of nothing speak, or think beside,
The Lord, my love, was crucifi'd.

HYMN 112. C. M..

STENNETT.

Buckingham, Elgin, Plymouth.

YOND

ONDER-amazing sight-I see
Th' incarnate Son of God,

Expiring on th' accursed tree,

And welt'ring in his blood.

2 Behold the purple torrent run
Down from his hands and head!
The crimson tide puts out the sun;
His groans awake the dead.

3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky, Proclaim the truth aloud;

And with the amaz'd centurion cry, "This is the Son of God!"

4 So great, so vast a sacrifice May well my hope revive;

If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,
The sinner sure may live.

HYMN 113. 8, 7, 4.

Littleton, Helmsley.

F.

It is finished. John xix. 30. HARK! the voice of love and mercy! Sounds aloud from Calvary;

See, it rends the rocks asunderShakes the earth and veils the sky! "It is finish'd!”—

Hear the Saviour-dying-cry.

2 It is finish'd !—Oh, what pleasure
Do these precious words afford!
Heav'nly blessings without measure,
Flow to us from Christ, the Lord:
It is finish'd!—

Saints, the dying words record.

3 Finish'd-all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law;

Finish'd-all that God had promis'd;
Death and hell no more shall awe :
It is finish'd!-

Saints, from hence your comforts draw.
4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,―
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name :
Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!