O he died on Calvary, To atone for you and me, And to purchase our pardon with blood. 2 He was extended, he was extended, There he bow'd his head and died, To atone for a world that was lost. 3 Jesus hung bleeding, Jesus hung bleeding, Three dreadful hours in pain; And the solid rocks were rent, Through creation's vast extent, When the Jews crucified the dear Lamb. 4 Darkness prevailed, darkness prevailed, While his Majesty divine 5 When it was finished, when it was finished, And the atonement was made, He was taken by the great, And embalmed in spices sweet, And was in a new sepulchre laid. 6 Hail mighty Savior, Hail mighty Savior, Prince and the author of Peace, Soon he burst the bands of death, And triumphant, from the earth, He ascended to mansions of bliss. 7 There interceding, there interceding, Crying," See my hands and side, To redeem them, I pray thee forgive." 8 "I will forgive them, I will forgive them And salvation they all shall receive." 10 NO 8s. & 7s. TOW behold the Savior pleading, Now in heaven he's interceding,. CHORUS. Sinners, can you hate the Savior? 2 Sinners, hear your God and Savior, 3 O be wise before you languish 4 Now he's waiting to be gracious; 5 Open now your hearts before him, 6 Come, for all things now are ready; 11 Come to wisdom's boundless store. 11s. & 10s. COME ye disconsolate, where'er you languish, Come at the mercy seat, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your an guish ; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying, Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure; Here speaks the comforter, in mercy saying, Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure. 3 Here see the Bread of Life, see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above; Come to the feast prepared-come ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but Heaven can remove. RETHREN, we have met for worship, BRETHREN, we auf God; Will you pray with all your power, All is vain unless the Spirit Don't you see poor sinners round you 3 Don't you see the poor backsliders, 4 Sisters, will you join and help us, Will you seek the trembling mourners Tell them that he will be found; 5 Let us love the Lord supremely, Let us love each other too; Let us love and pray for sinners, 13 WE C. P. M. HEN thou my righteous Judge shalt To call thy ransom'd people home, 2 I love to meet among them now, 3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace; Thy pard'ning voice, O let me hear, Nor let me fall I pray. 4 Among thy saints let me be found, Whene'er th' Archangel's trump shall sound To see thy smiling face: |