130.

(152.) S. M.

Freedom in the death of Jesus.

1 AND shall we still be slaves,

And in our fetters lie,

When summon'd by a voice divine
T'assert our liberty?

2 Did the great Saviour bleed,
Our freedom to obtain?
And shall we trample on his blood,
And glory in our chain?

8 Shall we go on to sin,

Because thy grace abounds;
Or crucify the Lord again,
And open all his wounds?
4 Forbid it, mighty God'
Nor let it e'er be said,

That those, for whom thy Son has died,
In vice are lost and dead.

5 The man that durst despise
The law that Moses brought,
Behold! how terribly he dies
For his presumptuous fault.

6 But sorer vengeance falls

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On that rebellious race,

Who hate to hear when Jesus calls,
And dare resist his grace.

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131. Christ's dying Love; or, our Pardon bought at a dear price.

HOW condescending and how kind

Was God's eternal Son!

Our misery reach'd his heavenly mind,
And pity brought him down.

2 This was compassion like a God,
That when the Saviour knew

The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

3 Now, though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great:
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor should his saints forget.
4 Here we behold his bowels roll
As kind as when he died;
And see the sorrows of his soul
Bleed through his wounded side.
5 Here we receive repeated seals
Of Jesus' dying love:

Hard is the wretch that never feels
One soft affection move.

6 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record,

And with our joy for pardon'd guilt,
Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.

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Salvation in the Cross.
ERE at thy cross, my dying God,
I lay my soul beneath thy love,
Beneath the droppings of thy blood,
Jesus, nor shall it e'er remove.
2 Not all that tyrants think or say,
With rage and lightning in their eyes,
Nor hell shall fright my heart away,
Should hell with all its legions rise.
3 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence,
Moveless and firm this heart should lie;
Resolv'd (for that's my last defence)
If I must perish, there to die.

4 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear;
Am I not safe beneath thy shade?
Thy vengeance will not strike me here,
Nor Satan dares my soul invade.

5 Yes I'm secure beneath thy blood,
And all my foes shall lose their aim,
Hosanna to my dying God.

And my best honours to his name.

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(148) C. M.

"Sorrow for the sufferings of the Saviour.
LAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sov'reign die?

'AL

Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When God the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature's sin!

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe.

Here, Lord, I give myself away:
"Tis all that I can do.

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(145.) L. M.

WORTHY is he, that once was slain,

The Prince of peace that groan'd and died; Worthy to rise, and live, and reign, At his almighty Father's side,

2 Pow'r and dominion are his due,

Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's oar. Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,

Though he was charg'd with madness here.

8 Honour immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn;
While glory shines about his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn

4 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,

Whose blood speaks peace to wretched men, Let angels sound his sacred name;

And ev'ry creature say, Amen.

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(144.) S. M.

HOSANNA to the Son

Of David and of God,

Who brought the news of pardon down,
And seal'd it with his blood!

2 To Christ th' anointed King,
Be endless blessings giv❜n!
Let the whole earth his glory sing,
Who made our peace with heav'n.

136.

(143.) C. M.

Tribute to the Lamb.

1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry
To be exalted thus;

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, For he was slain for us.

3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and pow'r divine,

And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord! for ever thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise!

137.

(134.) S. M.
Praise for Redemption.

AUTHOR of life and bliss!
Thy goodness I adore.

O give me strength to speak thy praise,
And grace to love thee more!
First for this world, so fair,
My daily thanks shall rise;
For ev'ry comfort, ev'ry joy,
Thy bounteous hand supplies.

S But yet a nobler cause

Demands iny warmest love.
Can words describe the wond'rous gift
Descending from above?

4 The Saviour dwelt on earth;
He died, that we might live;
Endur'd the sorrows of the cross,
Immortal hope to give.

Ah who can tell the scorn,
The dear Redeemer bore?
Or who describe the mental grief,
Which his blest bosom tore!

6 Low in the grave he lay,

While darkness veil'd the skies. But lo!-he bursts the bands of death; To glory see him rise!

7 Father! this work is thine,

For us thou gav'st thy Son. O may we all devoted be, And live to thee alone!

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(142. The same.

1 "TIS finish'd!"-so the Saviour oried, And meekly bow'd his head and died

Tis finish'd-yes, the race is run,
The battle fought, the vict'ry won.

2 'Tis finish'd!—all that heav'n decreed,
And all the ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfil'd, as was design'd,
Lu thee the Saviour of mankind.