109 B OUND upon the accursed tree, Faint and bleeding, who is He? By the eyes so pale and dim, Streaming blood and writhing limb, By the flesh with scourges torn, By the crown of twisted thorn, By the side so deeply pierced, By the baffled burning thirst, By the drooping death-dewed brow, Son of Man, 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou. 2 Bound upon the accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is He? By the sun at noon-day pale, Shivering rocks and rending vale, Earth that trembles at His doom, Yonder saints who burst their tomb, Eden promised ere He died To the felon at His side, 3 Lord, our suppliant knees we bow; Bound upon the accursed tree, Sad and dying, who is He? By the last and bitter cry Of expiring agony, 4 ΙΙΟ Bound upon the accursed tree, By the prayer for them that slew, ROM Calvary's cross a fountain flows, FRO More healing than Bethesda's pool, 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see And we would there, defiled as he, 3 Atoning Lamb, Thy precious blood 4 O then in nobler, sweeter songs, We'll sing Thy power to save, When these poor lisping, stammering tongues Lie silent in the grave. I l I L ORD of my heart, by Thy last cry, spent: Mine eyes upon Thy cross are bent; 2 Fountain of unexhausted love, I 12 S AVIOUR, we lift our trembling eyes To that bright seat where, placed on high, The great, the atoning sacrifice, For us, for all, is ever nigh. 2 Be Thou our guard on peril's brink, Be Thou our guide through weal or woe; And teach us of Thy cup to drink, And make us in Thy path to go. 3 For what is earthly change or loss? 113 WE E sing the praise of Him who died, Of Him who died upon the Cross; The sinner's hope let men deride, For this we count the world but loss. 2 Inscribed upon the Cross we see In shining letters "God is love;" 3 The Cross! it takes our guilt away; 4 It makes the coward spirit brave, 5 The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love, The angels' theme in heaven above. 6 To Christ, who won for sinners grace 114 AKE up thy cross, the Saviour said, 2 Take up thy cross: let not its weight His strength shall bear thy spirit up, 4 5 115 The Lord for thee the cross endured, Take up thy cross in His dear might, Take up thy cross, and follow Christ, For only he who bears the cross T length the worst is o'er, and Thou art laid A Deep in Thy darksome bed; All still and cold beneath yon dreary stone Around those lips where power and mercy hung, The dews of death have clung; The dull earth o'er Thee, and Thy foes around, Thou sleep'st a silent corse, in funeral fetters wound. |