3 Never love nor sorrow was
Like that my Jesus show'd;
See him stretch'd on yonder cross,
And crush'd beneath our load!
Now discern the Deity;

Now his heavenly birth declare;
Faith cries out,-'Tis He,-'tis He,-
My God that suffers there!

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His universal, everlasting love.

OULD Jesus have the sinner die? Why hangs he then on yonder tree? What means that strange expiring cry ? (Sinners, he prays for you and me ;) Forgive them, Father, O forgive! They know not that by me they live.

2 Jesus, descended from above, Our loss of Eden to retrieve, Great God of universal love,

If all the world through thee may live,

In us a quick'ning spirit be,

And witness thou hast died for me.

3 Thou loving, all-atoning Lamb,-
Thee, by thy painful agony,

Thy bloody sweat, thy grief and shame,
Thy cross and passion on the tree,
Thy precious death and life-I pray,
Take all, take all my sins

away.

4 O let thy love my heart constrain,→ Thy love, for every sinner free,— That every fallen son of man

May taste the grace that found out me; That all mankind with me may prove Thy sov'reign, everlasting love.

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It is finished.

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

HA

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

Hear the dying Saviour 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 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;
It is finish'd:-

Glory to the bleeding Lamb.

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His dying cry.

ПIS finish'd! so the Saviour said,

L. M.

Tand meekly bow'd his dying head:

"Tis finish'd! yes, the race is run;
The battle fought; the vict'ry won.
2 "Tis finish'd! let the joyful sound
Be heard the spacious earth around:
'Tis finish'd! let the echo fly

Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky.

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The atonement completed.

L. M.

'TIS

IS finish'd! the Messiah dies,-
Cut off for sins, but not his own;
Accomplish'd is the sacrifice,-
The great redeeming work is done.

2 'Tis finish'd! all the debt is paid;
Justice divine is satisfied;

The grand and full atonement made;
Christ for a guilty world hath died.
3 The veil is rent; in him alone
The living way to heaven is seen;
The middle wall is broken down,
And all mankind may enter in.
4 The types and figures are fulfill'd;
Exacted is the legal pain;
The precious promises are seal'd;
The spotless Lamb of God is slain.

5 Death, hell, and sin are now subdued;
All grace is now to sinners given;
And, lo! I plead the' atoning blood,
And in thy right I claim my heaven.

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Glorying only in the cross.

L. M.

HEN I survey the wondrous cross

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.

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Godly sorrow at the cross.

C. M.

ALA'S! and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sov'reign die ?

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

2 Was it for crimes that I have done,
He groan'd 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 Christ, 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 mine 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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Glory to the dying Lamb.

ALL glory to the dying Lamb,

And never-ceasing praise,

C. M.

While angels live to know thy name,
Or men to feel thy grace.

2 With this cold stony heart of mine Jesus, to thee I flee;

And to thy grace my soul resign,
To be renew'd by thee.

3 O may the uncorrupted seed
Abide and reign within;

And thy life-giving word forbid
My new-born soul to sin.

JESUS CHRIST.

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Dying, rising, reigning.

E dies! the Friend of sinners dies!

Hot Salem's daughters weep around;

A solemn darkness veils the skies,

A sudden trembling shakes the ground: Come, saints, and drop a tear or two For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for you,— A thousand drops of richer blood. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree: The Lord of glory dies for man! But lo! what sudden joys we see: Jesus, the dead, revives again. The rising God forsakes the tomb; (In vain the tomb forbids his rise;) Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies. 3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high your great Deliv'rer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster death in chains: Say, Live forever, wondrous King!

Born to redeem, and strong to save; Then ask the monster, Where's thy sting? And, Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?

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Easter Sunday.

C. M.

HE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,
In concert with the blest,

Who, joyful in harmonious lays,
Employ an endless rest.