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"He bore our sins in His own body on the tree."

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Let Thy blood, thus shed for me,
Now my life and healing be.

What in me is wounded yet,
What doth still disease beget,
Dearest Saviour, make it whole,
Lord, restore this sin-sick soul.

4 Lord, my heart would feel and know
All Thine agony and woe,

Each deep wound, that I may be
Wholly crucified with Thee.

5 Gracious Jesus, Saviour dear!
Guilty though I be, give ear;
Spurn me not, though vile, I pray,
From Thy blessed cross away.

6 Lying at Thy mercy-seat,
Lo! with tears I wash Thy feet;
Pity on my misery take,
Jesus, for Thy mercy's sake.

7 From Thy cross, uplifted high,
O Beloved, cast Thine eye:
Turn me to Thee, heart and soul;
By Thy sorrows make me whole.

8 Here I'll mourn with my last breath,
O'er my sins, and o'er Thy death;
Jesus, Lamb of God, Thy cross

Saves me from eternal loss.

"Thou hast loved us, and washed us from our sins in Thine own

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blood." 75 & 6s.

JESUS, in Thy torture

Nailed to the bitter tree,

My soul's true Guide and Nurture
I yearn to be with Thee.

2 How can I taste of pleasure
Whilst Thou dost hang in pain,
Jesus mine only Treasure,

Mine everlasting Gain?

3 O Jesus, may Thy sadness,
Thine agony and tears,
Win for my spirit gladness
Throughout the endless years.

4 With Thine own body feed me,
Life to my soul accord,
Then to Thy pierc'd heart lead me,
And hide me there, O Lord.

5 And in my dying hour

By those sharp wounds I pray,
Lord, may Thy passion's power
Wash all my sins away.

Latin Hymn of XV. Century. 7 Littled xl. Frans: /WH

"Ye are come to the blood of sprinkling, that speaketh better things

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than that of Abel."

65 & 55.

LORY be to Jesus,
Who, in bitter pains,

Poured for me the life-blood
From His sacred veins !

2 Grace and life eternal
In that blood I find;
Blest be His compassion
Infinitely kind.

3 Blest through endless ages
Be the precious stream,
Which from endless torments

Did the world redeem.

4 Abel's blood for vengeance
Pleaded to the skies;

But the blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries.

5 Oft as it is sprinkled

On our guilty hearts,
Satan in confusion
Terror-struck departs.

6 Oft as earth exulting

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Wafts its praise on high,
Angel-hosts rejoicing
Make their glad reply.

Lift ye then your voices;
Swell the mighty flood;
And with saints and angels

Praise the precious blood.

Italian Hymn.
Trans. E. Caswall, 1849.

"And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men

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unto Me."

8s & 75.

WEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend,

Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend!

2 Here I'll sit, forever viewing

Mercy's streams in streams of blood:
Precious drops! my soul bedewing,
Plead, and claim my peace, with God.
3 Truly blessed is the station,

Low before His cross to lie,
While I see divine compassion
Floating in His languid eye.

4 Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the Lamb I gaze;
Love I much ?-I've much forgiven-
I'm a miracle of grace.

5 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears His feet I'll bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,—

Life deriving from His death.

Fames Allen, 1757. Altered by Walter Shirley, 1776.

"O Death, I will be thy plagues: O grave, I will be thy

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destruction."

L. M.

Christ, whose cross repaired our loss,
All laud and praise from man are due:

Be He the song of every tongue

The earth's wide bound and heaven through!

2 That mighty throe of Thy last woe;
Thy precious blood so freely poured;
Our hearts subdue Thy grace to sue,

O Jesus Christ, Redeemer, Lord!
3 Who, by the power of that dark hour,
The reign of sin hast trodden down,
Grant holy peace and full release,
Redeemer of a world forlorn !

Who in the grave-that new-made cave—
O heavenly King, didst mortal lie:
Teach us to rest safe on Thy breast,
For Thee to live, in Thee to die.

5 Whom Thou didst call from guilty thrall,
Vouchsafe in danger to defend,

And lead us on to Thy blest throne,

The seat of joys that never end.

F. Oakeley.

"Who is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments

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from Bozrah?”

8's & 75, 8 lines.

'HO is this that comes from Edom?
Clad in robes with carnage stain'd;

Bringing victory and freedom

By His martial prowess gain'd?
'Tis the Captain of salvation

Who is conquering in the fight,
Rescuing a lost creation

By His unassisted might.

2 Lord, the course Thou art pursuing
Is a course of glorious gain;
But the work which Thou art doing
Is a work of bitter pain;
In a Passion-tide beginning,

It will lead to bright renown;
By it Thou a way art winning
To an everlasting crown.

3 Through Thy cloud of shame and sorrow
Brilliant gleams of light appear;
Whence we hope and comfort borrow
In our griefs and struggles here;
Thou dost conquer death by dying;
By Thy death we ever live;

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And to us in darkness lying
Thou dost endless glory give.

4 Cruel hands of sinners bound Thee,
Thou a sinful world hast freed;

They with thorns in mockery crown'd Thee,
Placing in Thy hand a reed;

Now a starry crown Thou wearest,
Heavenly King, almighty Lord;
Sceptre of the world Thou bearest,
And by angels art adored.

C. Wordsworth.

"Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow."

C. M.

OR ever here my rest shall be,

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Close to Thy wounded side;
This all my hope and all my plea—
For me the Saviour died!

2 My dying Saviour and my God,
Fountain for guilt and sin,

Sprinkle me ever with Thy blood,

And cleanse and keep me clean.

3 Wash me, and make me thus Thine own;
Wash me, and mine Thou art;

Wash me, but not my feet alone,

My hands, my head, my heart.

4 Th' atonement of Thy blood apply,
Till faith to sight improve;

Till hope in full fruition die,
And all my soul be love.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

"We bless Thee for all the pains Thou hast suffered, for every drop of blood Thou hast shed, for every word of com

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