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Love mov'd him to die;
This therefore we cry, Our Jesus has lov'd us, we cannot say why.
He ransom'd our race;
O how shall we praise, Or worthily sing, his unspeakable grace!
When time is no more,
We still shall adore That ocean of love without bottom or shore.
59. Christ our Ransom.
O God of all grace,
Thy mercy we praise, Thy son thou hast given to die in our place!
He came from above.
Our curse to remove, He loving did love us, because he would love.
What tho' we withstood,
And fled from our God, Yet still there is mercy thro’ Jesus's blood :
O let us embrace
The ransoming grace,
We still shall adore
Our Saviour and Friend
His love shall extend; It knows no beginning, nor ever shall end.
For sinners alone
Did Jesus atone,
The lives that he gave,
Yes Lord, we are thine;
O may we resign Our souls to be filled with fulness divine !
We yield thee thine own,
To serve thee alone; Thy will upon earth, as in heaven, be done.
60. Christ our Sacrifice.
AWAKE, O sword,' the Father cries.
Qur nature with his own he joins,
How great the price Messiah paid,
grace and justice both combine !
61. The Crucifixion.
God of unexampled grace,
Redeemer of mankind,
We in thy passion find :
Still our joyful theme pursue ;
Whose love is ever new.
Endless scenes of wonder rise
With that mysterious tree, Crucify'd before our eyes
Where we our Maker see:
Jesus, Lord, what hast thou done!
and fall, and own Never was love like thine !
Never love, nor sorrow, was
Like that my Jesus show'd: See him bleed on yonder cross,
And bow beneath our load! Now discern the deity,
Now his heav'nly birth declare ! Faith cries out, “'Tis He'Tis He !
My God that suffers there,'
62. The Crucifixion.
Jesus drinks the bitter cup,
The wine-press treads alone;
By his expiring groan:
Nature in convulsions lies:
The great Jehovah dies.
Well may heav'n be cloth'd with black,
And solem sackcloth wear,
Lo, the sun-beams veil their light,
With their Maker sympathise, Leave the world in sudden night!
The God of angels dies..
Lift your heads with joyful hope,
Ye objects of his love ! Sing, for Jesus is gone up,
And reigns enthron'd above: Lives our Head, to die no more,
Pow'r is all to Jesus giv'n, Worship'd as he was before,
Th' immortal King of heav'n.
Lord, we bless thee for thy grace
And truth, which cannot fail;
Without a dimming veil:
We shall sound thy glorious name,
Our dear triumphant Lamb.
63. The Efficacy of Christ's Blood.
Is there a thing that moves and breaks
A heart as hard as stone,
'Tis Jesu's blood alone.