4 My song in thy great loveliness I'll on thy service venture: My life's whole stream for thee shali flow; Thy holy name be praised, And all that thou hast done for me, For ever be impressed. G5 What harm can I from death sustain, From heat my shade, my ease in pain, When gloomy thoughts surround my 'Tis by thy power I conquer: Thou art, when storms of trial blow, ins, Habukom t. 3 Grant, O Christ, my God and Lord, Of thy death and suffering, Paul Stockman and Michael Weiss. 2 Oh, this makes me think with sighing, Comforts me: Behold the man! 3 Wounded head, back ploughed with furrows, Visage marred: Behold the man! Eyes how dim, how full of sorrows, Sunk with grief: Behold the man! Should not love my heart inflame, 'TIS the most lovely attitude, Endearing Christ beyond expression, When by the eye of faith he's viewed, The sacrifice for our transgression; We richly can enjoy by faith, 2 When thou in death didst bow thy All nature, Lord, was struck with The opening graves gave up their dead, Earth trembled, rocks were rent in sunder: Then felt the powers of hell below Now, thro' thy anguish and distress, 3 Thou, who as our High-priest above Still as the Lamb once slain appearest, And there the tokens of thy love In thy once wounded body bearest : This is thy most transcendent form, Which doth our hearts transport and warm, is thou upon the cross didst languish, ONE view, Lord Jesus, of thy passion When thy dear blood, so freely shed, 2 No drop of blood thou deem'dst too precious, To shed for sinners vile like me; O that thy fire of love, dear Jesus, Inflamed my heart with love to thee; May thy atoning death and passion, Thy agony and bitter pain, Until my final consummation, Deep in my heart engraved remain. 3 O might I live in the enjoyment Of all my Lord for me hath gained; Might this be daily my employment, To muse on what his soul sustained: O may his hands, whereon engraven My poor and worthless name doth stand, Support me, till I in the haven Of endless joy shall safely land. 4 Beholding with deep reverence Thy side for me then pierced, With what emotion had I thence Seen blood and water burst. 5 It is as though my eyes now viewed 6 O might thy dying love divine 7 When I depart, my latest breath Chr. 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SEE, world, upon the shameful tree Covered with stripes and wounds for thee, 2 Behold the streams of sacred blood, 3 My sins as numerous as the sands Have been the cruel, murderous hands, That wounded thee so sore. 4 My debt to thee, God, who art love, I cannot here, if there above, 5 Grant me the grace, while I am here, Since I can nothing give, Thy sufferings in my heart to bear, BEHOLD the loving Son of God Stretched out upon the tree; 2 Why is his body racked with pains, 3 All righteousness did he fulfil, He never thought nor acted ill; 4 Alas, we own with conscious shame, Our sins have slain the guiltless Lamb, 5 To God we're fully reconciled, 6 Come then, ye needy sinners, come; O suffer him to lead you home; 112. 3 Fix on that face thine eye Why dost thou backward shrink? 4 Fear not; for this is he Who always loves us first, And with white robes of righteousness 5 Or art thou at a loss What thou to him shalt say? 6 His blood thy cause will plead, SAVIOUR, when in dust, to thee 2 By thy helpless infant years, 3 By the sacred grief that wept Clare Taylor, d. 1778. By the anguished sigh that told T. 582. To Calvary's holy mount; GO forth in spirit, go Treachery lurked within thy fold; 4 By thine hour of dire despair, See there thy friend between two thieves, By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Suffering on thy account. 2 Fall at his cross's foot, And "My God and Lord, say, Here let me dwell, and view those Piercing spear, and torturing scorn, BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind 2 Hark how he groans, while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend; The temple's veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. 3 'Tis done, the precious ransom's paid; "Receive my soul," he cries; Behold, he bows his sacred head, He bows his head, and dies. 4 But soon he'll break death's cruel O Lamb of God, was ever pain, [chain, THE cross, the cross, O that's my gain, 5 Here is an ensign on a hill, O LOVE divine, what hast thou done? 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 peace; Come, see, ye worms, your Maker die, And say, was ever grief like his ? Come, feel with me his blood applied: 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 stream, All things for him account but loss, And all give up our hearts to him. O may we nothing know beside The Lamb of God, as crucified. |