2 It is finished, Man of sorrows!
From thy cross our nature borrows
Strength to bear and conquer thus:
While exalted there we view thee,
Mighty Sufferer, draw us to thee,
Sufferer, yet victorious!

I

O

COME and mourn with me awhile;
O come ye to the Saviour's side;

O come, together let us mourn;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

2 Have we no tears to shed for him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! look how patiently he hangs;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

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a tempo.

ST. CROSS.

3 How fast his hands and feet are nailed;
His throat with parching thirst is dried;
His failing eyes are dimmed with blood;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

4 Come, let us stand beneath the cross;
So may the blood from out his side
Fall gently on us drop by drop;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
5 A broken heart, a fount of tears

Ask, and they will not be denied;
Lord Jesus, may we love and weep,
Since thou for us art crucified.

THE PRECIOUS BLOOD.

H. Bonar.

A-men.

GENOA. 887,887.
J. Barnby.

I

ROM the cross the blood is falling,

FROM

And to us a voice is calling,

Like a trumpet silver-clear.

'Tis the voice announcing pardon,
"It is finished," is its burden,
Pardon to the far and near.

2 Peace that precious blood is sealing,
All our wounds forever healing,
And removing every load ;

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Words of peace that voice has spoken,
Peace that shall no more be broken,

Peace between the soul and God.

3 God is love;-we read the writing
Traced so deeply in the smiting
Of the glorious Surety there.
God is light;-we see it beaming,
Like a heavenly dayspring gleaming,
So divinely sweet and fair.

CHRIST LIFTED UP.

J. Newton.

MARTYRDOM.

C. M. H. Wilson.

I

I

SAW One hanging on the tree,
In agony and blood,

Who fixed his languid eyes on me,
As near the cross I stood.

2 Sure, never to my latest breath
Can I forget that look;

It seemed to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

3 Alas, I knew not what I did,

But all my tears were vain;

Where could my trembling soul be hid,
For I the Lord had slain.

4 A second look he gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive;

This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou may'st live.'

5 Thus while his death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,

Such is the mystéry of grace,

It seals my pardon too!

A-men.

3 If I, a wretch, should leave thee,
O Jesus, leave not me;
In faith may I receive thee,

When death shall set me free.
When strength and comfort languish,
And I must hence depart,
Release me then from anguish,
By thine own wounded heart.

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 Christ, the Lord of glory, 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.

A-men.