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3 'Tis midnight--and for others' guilt
The man of sorrows weeps in blood; Yet he that hath in anguish knelt,
Is not forsaken by his God. 4 'Tis midnight--and from ether plains,
Is borne the song that angels know: Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly sooth the Saviour's wo. 123.
(136) L. M.
The Passion of Christ. COME, let our mournful songs record
The dying sorrows of our Lord, When he expir'd in shame and blood,
Like one forsaken of his God. 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,
And shook their heads, and laugh'd in scoin; “He rescu'd others from the grave;
Now let him try himself to save.
How they stood round like savage beasts!
When God had left him in their pow'r!
Till streams of blood each other meet;
And mock the pangs in which he died. 5 But, gracious God! thy pow'r and love
Have made his death a blessing prove.
Immortal honours crown his head.
And let the mourning sinner live!
Nor shall our hope be turn’d to shame. 124.
Nail'd to the shamefuļ tree,
How vast the love that him inclin'd
To bleed and die for thee! 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 'T'is done! the precious ransom's paid;
“Receive my soul!” he cries: See where he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head and dies!
And in full glory shine.
L, M, 125.
i Dying Saviour. STRETCHD 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 dreadful sound,
And flows from every bleeding wound;
To save and cleanse his rebel foes! 3 To suffer in the traitor's place,
To die for man, surprising grace!
O why for man, dear Saviour, why?
And could the sun behold the deed?
And darkness veil'd the mourning day. 6 Can 1 survey this scene of wo,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
6 Come, dearest Lord! thy grace impart,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart;
P. M. 126.c. Stricken, smitten of God, und afficted.'
Isa. liii. 4.
See him dying on the tree ! 'Tis the Christ by man rejected ;
Yes, my soul, 'tis he! 'tis he! 'Tis the long expected prophet,
David's son, yet David's Lord; Proofs I see sufficient of it:
'Tis a true and faithful word.
Was there ever grief like his?
Foes insulting his distress:
None would interpose to save;.
Was the stroke that justice gave. 3 Ye who think of sin but lightly,
Nor suppose the evil great;
Here it's guilt may estimate.
See who bears the awful load;
Son of man, and Son of God.
Here's the refuge of the lost:
His the name of which we boast:
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
L. M. 127.
Christ our substitute. 1 "TWAS for our sake, eternal God,
Thy Son sustain'd that heavy load Of base reproach and sore disgrace,
And shame defil'd his sacred face. 2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin,
Abus'd him when he check'd their sin; While he fulfill’d thy holy laws,
They hate him, but without a cause. 3 Zeal for the temple of his God
Consum'd his life, expos’d his blood;
He felt, and mourn'd them as his own. 4 His friends forsook, his followers fled,
While foes and arms surround his head. They nail him to the shameful tree;
There hung my Lord, who died for me. 5 But God his Father heard his cry;
Rais'd from the dead, he reigns on higns The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace,
128. (115.) P. M.
Extol his glorious name,
He built the church,
Shout and exalt
His honours high.
By pow'r and love divine;
Low he descends,
That from his tomb
A church might rise. 3 But he for ever lives,
Nor for himself alone;
His influence spreado
And in one house
Unites the whole.
In him cemented' stand;
That structure, Lord,
Louder to sound
L. M. 129.
Crucifixion to the world by the Cross of
Christ. Gal vi. 14. 1 WHEN ) survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but lost,
And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my Gou;
I sacrifice them to his blood.
Sorrow and love flow mingled downr;
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
That were a present far too small;