T. 114

hension;

ditation,

2 Pursue, my soul, the sacred me[God; And view the agonizing Lamb of Behold him bow'd beneath the ponderous load

Of all thy sins, to purchase thy sal

vation;

He riseth with a heart-affecting look, And with his followers passeth Kedron's brook.

88.

T. 79. BEHOLD, how in Gethsemane The incarnate God doth sweat for Till drops of blood fall down; [thee, For thee the Lord lies prostrate there, [prayer, Hear his thrice-utter'd mournful Mark every dolorous sigh & groan. 2 I'm lost in wonder and amaze; Here I'll abide, and melt, and gaze;

"Tis God's beloved Son; How heavy is the weight he bears; His soul is fill'd with grief & fears,

Lo, now the bitter cup comes on. 3 Lord, dost thou suffer thus for Dost thou endure such misery, [me? To give me life and peace? Then will I henceforth ne'er forget, That thou didst on Mount Olivet By prayers & tears gain my release.

89.

T. 96. OFTEN I call to mind the place Who lov'd to be in loneliness, Gethsemane, to which the Lamb,

Where, out of boundless love to me, With his disciples often camé; He wrestled in an agony. [said: 2 There, overwhelm'd with grief, he "My soul is sorrowful to death;" And suffering freely in my stead,

He drank the bitter cup of wrath: Now on his knees, then on his face, He weeps, and sweats, and bleeds, and prays.

3 So lov'd me the eternal God,

That he became the Son of man, And took my sin's prodigious load;

My soul, admire his gracious plan: Thy stripes, thy guilt, and curse he Believe, & thankfully adore. [bore; T. 99.

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MOST awful sight, my heart doth break;

Oh, it can ne'er my mind forsake,

How thou for me hast wept and Might I forthy soul's agony,[prayed: When wrestling with death bitterly,

Lord, as thy trophy be displayed.

MY Redeemer, overwhelm'd with Went to Olivet for me; [anguish, There he kneels, his heart doth heave and languish

In a bitter agony; Fear and horror seize his soul and senses, [mences: For the hour of darkness now comAh, how doth he weep and groan, For rebellious man to atone.

2 How is Jesus' sacred soul oppressed

With our sins' prodigious load: Tho'an angel comfortsthe distressed, Weak, and fainting Lamb of God, Yet, what trembling seizeth him all over,

Tears, and sweat, and blood his visage cover,

And in drops fall to the ground,
While his heart in grief is drown'd.

3 Stripes and cruel mockeries he endured,

Meek and patient, in our stead; How are Jesus' gracious eyes obscured;

View his wounded back and head: He, whom thorns and scourges lacerated, [created;

Is the Lord, who all things hath

Vinegar and gall he tastes,
While his suffering body wastes.

5 Now behold him weeping, bleeding, crying,

'Midst two thieves upon the cross: Lo, he bows his sacred head, and Life eternal gains for us: [dying Lord, afford us all thy Spirit's unction,

To consider this with heart's compunction;

Might our words and actions prove, That we know thy dying love. 6 Our enraptur'd hearts shall ne'er be weary

On our dying Lord to gaze;
At his cross in faith we wish to tarry,
There shall be our hiding place:
May his dying look remain engraven
On our hearts; for pardon, life, and
heaven

Our Redeemer then procur'd,
When he death for us endur'd

7 Therefore all his agony & passion,
And his sin-atoning death,
Shall remain thro' grace our faith's
foundation,

While we draw our vital breath: Thus shall neither honour, wealth, nor pleasures [sures; Rob our souls of everlasting trea Jesus, both by day and night, Shall remain our sole delight. 8 Could we tune our hearts and voices higher

Than man's most exalted lays, Yet, till join'd to the celestial choir, Cold would prove our warmest praise: [sion, Jesus' love exceeds all comprehenBut our love to him we scarce dare

9 0 delightful theme, past all expression,

"

"Thy Redeemer died for thee;" Ah, this prompts my deepest adoration,

When I hear, "He died for me:" Might my thoughts, my words, and whole behaviour [Saviour; Prove, that I believe in Christ my Yea, my love to Jesus show His to me in all I do.

10 Lamb of God, thou shalt remain for ever

Of our songs the only theme: For thy boundless love, thy grace and favour,

We will praise thy saving name:
That for our transgressions thou
wast wounded, [sounded,
Shall by us in nobler strains be
When we, perfected in love,
Once shall join the church above.
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T. 151.

THOU source of my salvation,
Thou conqueror of my death,
Who didst as my oblation

In torments yield thy breath;"
Who bar'st the dreadful sentence
Due to our guilty race,
To screen my soul from vengeance;
Accept my thanks and praise.
2 I'll go with thee, my Saviour,
Up to mount Calvary;
And view with spirit's fervour
All thou hast done for me:
Thus with intense devotion

I follow thee each step,
While tender love's emotion
Makes heart and eyes to weep.
3 I see my Saviour languish

In sad Gethsemane,
Till through his pores in anguish
Great blood-drops force their way:
The load which him oppresses,
I, I deserv'd to feel;
The bloody sweat of Jesus
Doth soul and body heal.
4 My Saviour was betrayed,
Reproach and shame to meet;
My sins the Lord conveyed
'Fore Pilate's judgment-seat:-
These, these did him deliver
Into the foe's dire hand;
I should have felt for ever
The pangs my Lord sustain'd.

5 Behold the man, he beareth

God's wrath and curse for us; A crown of thorns he weareth,

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For us endures the cross: There, to complete his passion, His sorrows, pain, and woe, His blood for our salvation In copious streams doth flow. Thou for thy foes entreatest; Lord Jesus, who was I? Thy friends thou not forgettest; Turn, Lord, to me thine eye: Thy mouth now grace declareth To the repenting thief; My guilty soul this cheereth; Of sinners I am chief. 7 In anguish thou complainest, "My God forsaketh me:" "I thirst," thou then exclaimest,

Yet none refresheth thee: Thy passion being ended,

Thou criest," "Tis finished; My spirit be commended

To God:"-"Twas finished. 8 My heart with love is glowing, I see my Saviour die; His head I see him bowing,

This brought me endless joy: He gave his soul an offering

For sin, that I might live;
He sav'd me by his suffering,
To him myself I give.
9 Thou God of my salvation,
In whom I trust by faith.
Who hast for my transgression
Lain in the dust of death;
I place upon thy merit

While here my confidence;
And will commend my spirit
To thee, when I go hence.
10 Lord, grant me thy salvation
And peace divine, I pray,
While under tribulation

On earth below I stay;
Till I shall stand before thee,
And for redeeming grace,
With all the saints in glory,
My Hallelujah raise.

tence,

Pass'd on man's devoted race; Grant us faith and true repentance, They're thy gifts, thou God of

grace.

Join'd with strong cries and tears,
Procur'd our pardon.
2 Thy bitter agony
Upon my heart shall be
Deeply impressed :
O may I ne'er forget
The price, at which my debt
Hath been erased.

3 Thy countenance divine,
Round which sharp thorns did twine,
Thy dereliction,

Thy having borne our curse,
To us now proves a source
Of benediction.

4 "Tis finish'd," Jesus cries,
He bows his head and dies,

Our pardon's sealed:
All hail, in death tho' pale,
Victorious Lamb, all hail,
Thou hast prevailed.

I SMITE upon my guilty breast, And stand myself the cause confest

Of all my Saviour hath sustained: On Olivet and Golgotha

Deeply abas'd I gaze with awe; There, there he bliss for me obtained.

2 O that my sins might find their grave, [save, There, where my Lord, my soul to In sweat and blood lay agonizing: I weep, and feel both joy and pain; Saviour, till sight of thee I gain,

May I this scene be oft revising. 3 Behold, he sinks in death; 'tis done:

extended:

See the last trickling blood-drops run From head and feet and hands [head; Mark that last groan, he bows his The tortur'd soul at length has fled; His heart-strings break, the conflict's ended.

4 Look up, my soul, by faith & see, His heart was pierc'd, was pierc'd for thee;

Thence blood and water freely
streamed;

Blood, to atone for heinous sin,
Water, to wash the sinner clean;

Our debt is paid: we are redeemed.

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