2 'Tis midnight-and from all removed,
Immanuel wrestles lone with fears;
Ev'n the disciple that he loved,
Heeds not his Master's griefs and tears.
3 'Tis midnight-and for others' guilt
The Man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt,
Is not forsaken by his God.
4 'Tis midnight-and from ether-plains
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.
1 ""Tis finished!"-so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed his head, and died : 'Tis finished!-yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won. 2 'Tis finished!-all that heaven foretold By prophets in the days of old; And truths are opened to our view, That kings and prophets never knew. 3 'Tis finished !-Son of God, thy power Hath triumphed in this awful hour; And yet, our eyes with sorrow see That life to us was death to thee. 4 'Tis finished!-let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round; "T is finished let the echo fly
Thro' heaven and hell, thro' carth and sky.
1 DEEP in our hearts let us record
The deeper sorrows of our Lord;
Behold the rising billows roll,
To overwhelm his holy soul!
2 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love
Have made the curse a blessing prove:
Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son
Atoned for crimes which we had done.
3 Oh, for his sake, our guilt forgive,
And let the mourning sinner live !
The Lord will hear us in his name,
Nor shall our hope be turned to shame.
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1 STRETCHED on the cross the Saviour dies!
Hark! his expiring groans arise:
See-from his hands, his feet, his side;
Fast flows 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 woe,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow,
And yet my heart unmoved remain,
Insensible to love or pain?
4 Come, dearest Lord! thy grace impart
To warm this cold, this stupid heart;
Till all its powers and passions move
In melting grief, and ardent love.
1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the great Creator, died
For man, the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears; Dissolve heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.
1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind, Nailed to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that him inclined
To bleed and die for me!
2 Hark! how he groans, while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend!
The temple's vail asunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.
3 'Tis finished! now the ransom's paid, "Receive my soul !" he cries:
See how he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head and dies!
4 But soon he 'll break death's iron chain, And in full glory shine;
O Lamb of God! was ever pain—
Was ever love like thine!
1 OH! if my soul were formed for woe,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.
2 'T was for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,
And groaned away a dying life-
For thee, my soul! for thee.
3 Oh! how I hate these lusts of mine
That crucified my Lord;
Those sins that pierced and nailed his flesh
Fast to the fatal wood!
4 Yes, my Redeemer-they shall die;
My heart has so decreed;
Nor will I spare the guilty things
That made my Saviour bleed.
5 While with a melting, broken heart,
My murdered Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.
1. Come, ev-ery pi-ous heart, That loves the Saviour's name! Your noblest powers ex
The Lord who all our foes o'ercame; Who sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! Ye everlasting doors! give way." 6 Who is the King of glory-who? The Lord of boundless power possessed; The King of saints and angels, too, God over all, forever blessed.
1 THE King of saints,-how fair his face!
Adorned with majesty and grace,
He comes, with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.
2 At his right hand, our eyes behold
The queen, arrayed in purest gold;
The world admires her heavenly dress,
Her robe of joy and righteousness.
3 Oh! happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies;
And all thy sons, a numerous train,
Each, like a prince, in glory reign.
4 Let endless honors crown his head;
Let every age his praises spread;
While we, with cheerful songs, approve
The condescension of his love.
ETERNALGod, celestial King!
Exalted be thy glorious name;
Let hosts in heaven thy praises sing,
And saints on earth thy love proclaim.
2 My heart is fixed on thee, my God!
I rest my hope on thee alone;
I'll spread thy sacred truths abroad,
To all mankind thy love make known,
3 Awake, my tongue! awake, my lyre!
With morning's carliest dawn arise;
To songs of joy my soul inspire,
And swell your music to the skies.
With those who in thy grace abound,
To thee I'll raise my thankful voice;
While every land, the earth around,
Shall hear, and in thy name rejoice.
2 'T was he who cleansed our foulest sins,
And washed us in his precious blood;
'Tis he who makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.
3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,
To Jesus, our eternal King,
Be everlasting power confessed!
Let every tongue his glory sing.
4 Behold! on flying clouds he comes,
And every eye shall see him move;
Though with our sins we pierced him once,
He now displays his pardoning love.
5 The unbelieving world shall wail,
While we rejoice to see the day;
Come, Lord! nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let thy chariot long delay.
1 COME, let us sing the song of songsThe saints in heaven began the strainThe homage which to Christ belongs: "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !" 2 Slain to redeem us by his blood, To cleanse from every sinful stain, And make us kings and priests to GodWorthy the Lamb, for he was slain !" 3 To him who suffered on the tree, Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain, Blessing, and praise, and glory be: "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !"
4 To him, enthroned by filial right, All power in heaven and earth proclaim, Honor, and majesty, and might:
Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !" Long as we live, and when we die, And while in heaven with him we reign; This song, our song of songs shall be:
Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain ;"
1 BRIGHT King of Glory, dreadful God!
Our spirits bow before thy feet:
To thee we lift an humble thought,
And worship at thine awful seat.
2 A thousand seraphs strong and bright
Stand round the glorious Deity;
But who, among the sons of light,
Pretends comparison with thee?
3 Yet there is One of human frame,
Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood,
Thinks it no robbery to claim
A full equality with God.
4 Their glory shines with equal beams:
Their essence is forever one,
Though they are known by different names,
The Father God, and God the Son.
5 Then let the name of Christ our King
With equal honors be adored;
His praise let every angel sing
And all the nations own the Lord.
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