177 "He bore our sins in His own body on the tree." 3 Let Thy blood, thus shed for me, What in me is wounded yet, 4 Lord, my heart would feel and know Each deep wound, that I may be 5 Gracious Jesus, Saviour dear! 6 Lying at Thy mercy-seat, 7 From Thy cross, uplifted high, 8 Here I'll mourn with my last breath, Saves me from eternal loss. "Thou hast loved us, and washed us from our sins in Thine own 178 blood." 75 & 6s. JESUS, in Thy torture Nailed to the bitter tree, My soul's true Guide and Nurture 2 How can I taste of pleasure Mine everlasting Gain? 3 O Jesus, may Thy sadness, 4 With Thine own body feed me, 5 And in my dying hour By those sharp wounds I pray, Latin Hymn of XV. Century. 7 Littled xl. Frans: /WH "Ye are come to the blood of sprinkling, that speaketh better things 179 G than that of Abel." 65 & 55. LORY be to Jesus, Poured for me the life-blood 2 Grace and life eternal 3 Blest through endless ages Did the world redeem. 4 Abel's blood for vengeance But the blood of Jesus 5 Oft as it is sprinkled On our guilty hearts, 6 Oft as earth exulting 7 Wafts its praise on high, Lift ye then your voices; Praise the precious blood. Italian Hymn. "And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men 180 S unto Me." 8s & 75. WEET the moments, rich in blessing, Life, and health, and peace possessing, 2 Here I'll sit, forever viewing Mercy's streams in streams of blood: Low before His cross to lie, 4 Here it is I find my heaven, 5 Love and grief my heart dividing, 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 181 T destruction." L. M. Christ, whose cross repaired our loss, Be He the song of every tongue The earth's wide bound and heaven through! 2 That mighty throe of Thy last woe; O Jesus Christ, Redeemer, Lord! Who in the grave-that new-made cave— 5 Whom Thou didst call from guilty thrall, 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 182 Wa from Bozrah?” 8's & 75, 8 lines. 'HO is this that comes from Edom? Bringing victory and freedom By His martial prowess gain'd? Who is conquering in the fight, By His unassisted might. 2 Lord, the course Thou art pursuing It will lead to bright renown; 3 Through Thy cloud of shame and sorrow 183 And to us in darkness lying 4 Cruel hands of sinners bound Thee, They with thorns in mockery crown'd Thee, Now a starry crown Thou wearest, C. Wordsworth. "Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow." C. M. OR ever here my rest shall be, FOR Close to Thy wounded side; 2 My dying Saviour and my God, Sprinkle me ever with Thy blood, And cleanse and keep me clean. 3 Wash me, and make me thus Thine own; Wash me, but not my feet alone, My hands, my head, my heart. 4 Th' atonement of Thy blood apply, Till hope in full fruition die, 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 184 fort Thou hast spoken on the cross. |