Thy mouth now grace declareth
To the repenting thief;
My guilty soul this cheereth;
Of sinners I am chief.

6 In anguish thou complainest,
"My God forsaketh me:

"I thirst," thou then exclaimest,
Yet none refresheth thee:
At length, thy conflict ending,

Thou criest, "'Tis finished!"
And then, thy soul commending
To God, didst bow thy head.
7 My heart with love is glowing,
I see my Saviour die;
His head I see him bowing,

This brought me endless joy.
He gave his soul an offering
For sin, that I might live;
He saved me by his suffering;
To him myself I give.

8 Thou God of my salvation,
In whom I trust by faith,
Who hast, for my transgression,
Lain in the dust of death;
I place upon thy merit,
While here, my confidence,
And will commend my spirit
To thee, when I go hence.
9 Lord, grant me thy salvation
And peace divine, I pray,
While, under tribulation,

On earth below I stay;
Till I shall stand before thee,
And for redeeming grace,
With all the saints in glory,
My Hallelujah raise.

E. W. von Wobeser and H. von Bruiningk.

GREAT High-priest, we view thee stoopWith our names upon thy breast, [ing, In the garden, groaning, drooping,

To the ground with horrors pressed:
Angels saw, struck with amazement,
Their Creator suffer thus;

We are filled with deep abasement,
Since we know 'twas done for us.

2 Jesus, to thy garden lead us,

To behold thy bloody sweat;

Though thou from the curse hast freed us,
May we ne'er the cost forget:
Be thy groans and cries rehearsed
By thy Spirit in our ears,

Till we, viewing whom we pierced,
Melt in penitential tears.
3 On the cross thy body broken
Cancels every legal charge;
Pleading this authentic token,
Guilty souls are set at large.
All is finished, truth hath said it;
Doubt no more, believe your Lord;
To frail reason give no credit,

You have his unerring word.

4 Lord, we fain would trust thee solely,
'Twas for us thy blood was spilt;
Suffering Saviour, take us wholly,
Take and form us as thou wilt:
Thou hast borne the bitter sentence,
Passed on man's devoted race:
True belief and true repentance
Are thy gifts, thou God of grace.
Joseph Hart, 1712-63.
T. 99.

85.

I SMITE upon my guilty breast,
And stand myself the cause confest
Of all my Saviour hath sustained:
On Oiivet and Golgotha

Deeply abased I gaze with awe;

There, there he bliss for me obtained. 2 O that my sins might find their grave There, where my Lord, my soul to save, In sweat and blood lay agonizing: I weep, and feel both joy and pain; Saviour, till sight of thee I gain,

May I this scene be oft revising.

3 Look up, my soul, by faith and see, His heart was pierced, was pierced for thee:

Thence blood & water freely streamed Blood, to atone for heinous sin; Water, to wash the sinner clean :

Our debt is paid; we are redeemed. 4 Heart-piercing sight; he bleeds, he dies, For guilty man a sacrifice;

The earth the sacred trust receiveth: Soon shall he rise triumphantly, And then with shouts ascend on high, Where he to God for ever liveth. Chr. Gregor, 1733-1801

HAIL! thou once despisèd Jesus!
Hail! thou great and glorious King!
Thou didst suffer to release us;

Thou didst free salvation bring;
Hail! thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame,
By thy merits we find favour;

Life is given through thy name.
2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins on thee were laid;
By almighty love anointed,

Thou hast full atonement made:
All thy people are forgiven

Through the virtue of thy blood; Opened is the gate of heaven,

Man is reconciled to God.

3 Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide;
All the heavenly host adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's side:
There for sinners thou art pleading;
There thou dost our place prepare;
Ever for us interceding,

Till in glory we appear.

4 Worship, honour, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive:
Loudest praises without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give;
Help, ye bright angelic spirits!
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant Immanuel's praise!
John Bakewell, 1721-1819.

2 O Lord, what thee tormented
Was my sins' heavy load;

I had the debt augmented
Which thou didst pay in blood:
Here am I, helpless sinner,

On whom wrath ought to light;
O thou, my health's beginner,
Let thy grace cheer my sight.
3 Own me, Lord, my Preserver;
My Shepherd, me receive;
I know thy love's strong fervour
By all thy pain and grief:
Thou richly dost supply me
With soul-sustaining food,
Nor does thy love deny me
Thy holy flesh and blood.

4

What heavenly consolation
My heart within me feels,
When thy sore toil and passion
Thy love to me reveals.
Ah, should I, while thus musing
On my Redeemer's cross,
E'en life itself be losing,

Great gain would be that loss.
5 I give thee thanks unfeigned,
O Jesus, friend in need,
For what thy soul sustained,
When thou for me didst bleed:
Grant me to lean unshaken
Upon thy faithfulness,
Until I hence am taken

To meet thee face to face.
6 Lord, at my dissolution
Do not from me depart;
Support, at the conclusion

Of life, my fainting heart;
And when I pine and languish,
Seized with death's agony,
O by thy pain and anguish,
Set me at liberty.

7 Lord, grant me thy protection,
Remind me of thy death
And glorious resurrection,

When I resign my breath:
Ah then, though I be dying

'Midst sickness, grief, and pain, I shall, on thee relying, Eternal life obtain.

P. Gerhardt (after Bernard of Clairvaux).

See! it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and veils the sky! "It is finished!" ::

Hear the dying Saviour cry!

2 "It is finished!" O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford!
Heavenly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord;
"It is finished!" :||:
Saints, the dying words record.

3 Finished all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law;

Finished all that God had promised; Death and hell no more shall awe; "It is finished!" :||:

Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs; Strike them to Immanuel's name; All on earth, and all in heaven, Join the triumph to proclaim. Hallelujah! :||:

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

3 When to the cross nailed

He hung on the mountain,

That we might be healed,

Blood, as from a fountain, [abounds.:||: Flowed from his wounds :-there health

4 Our meek, suffering Saviour

Prayed for his oppressors, And gained God's favour

For us vile transgressors;

He thus displays-his boundless grace. ::

5 Accept for thy passion, Most merciful Saviour,

Our deep adoration:

Remain thou for ever

Our highest good,-O Lamb of God. :||: John Cennick, 1718-55.

3 The cross! it takes our guilt away,
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup.

4 It makes the coward spirit brave,
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes the terror from the grave,

And gilds the bed of death with light. 5 The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love; The sinner's refuge here below, The angel's theme in heaven above. Thomas Kelly, 1769-1855.

O WONDROUS grace all earthly love

exceeding, [bleeding; The Shepherd for his wandering sheep is The Master pays for servants' misbeThat loving Saviour. [haviour,

2 O boundless love, O love beyond expression, [passion: Constraining thee to choose such bitter I lived in pleasure and the world's enjoyThou bearest torment. [ment,

3 O greatest King, whose power is unbounded,

How can thy mercy be aright expounded; O mystery deep, the incarnate God is For sinners dying. [sighing,

4 One thing I'll gladly do to give thee pleasure;

No more to sin I'll yield in any measure, Lest it again seduce my mind and senses To old offences.

5 But as my strength is far too weak and feeble

To crucify my flesh and innate evil; Lord, let thy Spirit graciously direct me, From sin protect me.

BEHOLD the Lamb of God, who bore
Thy burdens on the tree;
He died the captives to restore ;
His blood was shed for thee.

2 Look to him, till the sight endears
The Saviour to thy heart;
His pierced feet bedew with tears,
Nor from his cross depart.

3 Look to him, till his dying love
Thy every thought control;

Its vast constraining influence prove,
O'er body, spirit, soul.

4 Look to him, as the race you run,
Your never-failing friend;
He will complete the work begun,
And grace in glory end.

Th. Haweis, 1732-1820.

SEE the blessed Saviour dying
On the cross for ruined man:
There the willing spotless victim,
Working out redemption's plan.
Listen to his loving accents,

"Father, oh forgive!" he cries: Hark, again he speaks, ""Tis finished !" Ere he bows his head and dies.

2 With this cruel death before him, Every insult, pang, foreseen,

Nought could move him from his purpose,
No dismay could intervene;

Yea, and through the contradiction
Nothing could his calmness move;
O! the wondrous depths eternal
Of his own almighty love.

3 Love which made him, Prince of glory,
Come to die, the sinners' Friend,
Love beyond the reach of mortals'
Deepest thoughts to comprehend.
Sinner, make this love thy portion,
Slight not love so vast and free;
Still unblest, if unforgiven,
Come, the Saviour calleth thee!

Albert Midlane, b. 1335.

96.*

Upon the cross's tree;
Behold him, while expiring,
And for mankind acquiring
Thereby life, grace, and liberty.

2 I, I and my transgressions,
Which by my own confessions
Exceed the sea-shore sands;
These, these have been the reason
Of thy whole bitter season,

Of all thy bruises, stripes, and bands.

3 The highest obligations

Bind me, through all life's stations,
To express my thanks to thee:
Poor though I am and feeble,
As far as I am able,

I'll yield thee service willingly.

4 While here on earth I'm living, Nought have I worth the giving

To thee for all thy pain; Yet shall thy passion ever, Till soul and body sever,

Deep in my heart engraved remain. Paul Gerhardt, 1607-76.

T. 165.

THOUSAND times by me be greeted,
Jesus, who hast loved me,

And thyself to death submitted
For my treason against thee:
Ah, how happy do I feel,

When 'fore thee I humbly kneel,
See thee on the cross expiring,
And true life for me acquiring.

2 Jesus, thee I view in spirit,

Covered o'er with blood and wounds: Now salvation through thy merit

For my sin-sick soul abounds:
O who can, thou Prince of Peace,
Who didst thirst for our release,
Fully fathom all that's treasured
In thy love's design unmeasured?
3 Heal me, O my soul's Physician,
Wheresoe'er I'm sick or sad;
All the woes of my condition

By thy balm be now allayed:
Heal the hurts which Adam wrought,
Or which on myself I've brought;
If thy blood me only cover,

| My distress will soon be over.

1 On

my heart thy wounds for ever
Be inscribed indelibly,
That I ne'er forget, dear Saviour,
What thou hast endured for me:
Thou'rt indeed my highest good,
End of all solicitude;

Let me, at thy feet abased,
Be to taste thy friendship raised.
5 With the deepest adoration
Humbly at thy feet I lie,
And with fervent supplication
Unto thee for succour cry:
My petition kindly hear;
Say in answer to my prayer,

"I will change thy grief and sadness
Into comfort, joy, and gladness."

Bernard of Clairvaux & Paul Gerhardt.

JESUS, source of my salvation,
Conqueror both of death and hell,
Thou who didst, as my oblation,
Feel what I deserved to feel,
Through thy sufferings, death, and merit,
I eternal life inherit;

Thousand, thousand thanks to thee,
Dearest Lord, for ever be.

2 O how basely wast thou used,
Buffeted and spit upon,

Scourged, and torn, and sorely bruised,
Thou, the heavenly Father's Son,
Me, poor sinner, to deliver
From all guilt and shame for ever;
Thousand, thousand thanks to thee,
Dearest Lord, for ever be.

3 Lord, thy deep humiliation
Has atoned for all my pride,

I need fear no condemnation,

Since for sinners thou hast died: Thou becam'st a curse, dear Saviour, To restore me to God's favour; Thousand, thousand thanks to thee, Dearest Lord, for ever be.

4 Lord, I'll praise thee now and ever,
Who for me wast crucified;
For thy agony, dear Saviour,

For thy wounds and pierced side,
For thy love, so tried, unending,
For thy death, all deaths transcending,
For thy death and love divine,
Lord, I'll be for ever thine.

Jacob all. E. C. Homburg, 1605-81.

DO you ask what most I prize?
Where my highest knowledge lies?
Would you see my portion blest,
Know my joy? 'Tis here confessed:
Jesus, crucified for me.

2 Who is faith's foundation strong?
Who my righteousness and song?
Who restored me, sinner vile,
To the Father's pardoning smile?
Jesus, crucified for me.

3 Who is my soul's life, my all?
Who redeemed me from the fall?
Justified and cleansed me?
God to serve, who set me free?
Jesus, crucified for me.

4 Who consoles my troubled breast?
From my foes, who gives me rest?
Who in weariness and grief
Promises and sends relief?

Jesus, crucified for me.

5 Who despoils death of its sting?
Makes the dying saint to sing?
Bids me enter his abode,
Join the angel saints of God?
Jesus, crucified for me.

99.*

J. C. Schwedler, 1672-1730.

T. 167.

O THE love wherewith I'm loved,
Source of all my happiness;
Thou, O Love, by mercy moved,
Takest on thee my distress:
As a lamb led to the slaughter
Goest to the cross's tree,
Seal'st thy love with blood and water,
Bear'st the world's iniquity.

2 Love, so strikingly displayed
In thy tears and bloody sweat :
Love, by sinful men betrayed,

Dragged before the judgment-seat:
Love, who for my soul's salvation
Willingly did'st shed thy blood:
Through thy death and bitter passion
I am reconciled to God.

3 Love, who hast for me endured Death upon the accursèd tree, And eternal bliss procured,

Fill my soul with love to thee: Lord, how hast thou captivated My else cold and lifeless heart: Let me, till to heaven translated, Never more from thee depart.

Adam Drese or J. Angelus