37. Christ Crucified. L. M.

1 When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love, so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all. Watts

38. Sufferings and Death. L. M. 1 Stretch'd on the cross, the Saviour dies; Hark! his expiring groans arise: See from his hands, his feet, his side, Runs down 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 wo,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow,
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love, or pain?

4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart!
Till all its pow'rs and passions move
In melting grief, and ardent love.

Steele,

39. Wonders of the Cross. L. M. 1 Nature with open volume stands, To spread her Maker's praise abroad, And ev'ry labour of his hands Shows something worthy of a God: 2 But in the grace that rescu'd man, His brightest form of glory shines; Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn, In precious blood and crimson lines. 3 Here I behold his inmost heart, Where grace and vengeance strangely join; Piercing his Son with sharpest smart, To make the purchas'd pleasures mine. 4 Oh! the sweet wonders of that cross, Where God, the Saviour, lov'd and died! Her noblest life my spirit draws

From his dear wounds and bleeding side.

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5 I would for ever speak his name,
In sounds to mortal ears unknown;
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at his Father's throne.

40. "It is finished." L. M.

1 "Tis finish'd-so the Saviour cried; And meekly bow'd his head, and died! 'Tis finish'd—yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won. 2 'Tis finish'd-all that Heaven decreed, And all that ancient prophets said, Is now fulfill'd, as was design'd,

In me,

the Saviour of mankind.

3 'Tis finish'd-Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore;
The sacred veil is rent in twain,
The Jewish rites no more remain.

4 'Tis finish'd-this my dying groan
Shall sins of every kind atone;
Millions shall be redeem'd from death
By this my last expiring breath.

5 'Tis finish'd-Heaven is reconcil'd,
And all the powers of darkness spoil'd:
Peace, love, and happiness, again
Return and dwell with sinful men.

6 'Tis finish'd-let the joyful sound

Be heard through all the nations round; 'Tis finish'd-let the echo fly

Thro' heaven and hell, thro' earth and sky.

41. "It is finished." 8, 7, 4.

1 Hark! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary;

Stennet.

See, it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!
"It is finish'd!"

Hear the Saviour dying cry.

2 "It is finish'd!" O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford!
Heavenly blessings without measure
Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
"It is finish'd!"

Saints, the dying words record.

3 Finish'd, all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law;

Finish'd, all that God had promis'd;
Death and hell no more shall awe:
"It is finish'd!"

Saints, from hence your comforts draw.

4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs; Join to sing the pleasing theme;

All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name.
Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

Burder's Col

42. Jesus on Golgotha. T's.

1 Let me dwell on Golgotha,
Weep, and love my life away!
While I see Him on the tree,
Weep, and bleed, and die for me!

2 That dear blood, for sinners spilt,
Shows my sin in all its guilt:
Ah, my soul, he bore thy load!
Thou hast slain the Lamb of God!

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3 Hark! his dying word, "Forgive,
Father, let the sinner live:
"Sinner, wipe thy tears away,
"I thy ransom freely pay."

4 While I hear this
grace reveal'd
And obtain a pardon seal'd,
All my soft affections move,
Waken'd by the force of love.

5 Farewell, world, thy gold is dross,
Now I see the bleeding Cross;
Jesus died to set me free

From the law, and sin, and thee!