Of all the Father willed;

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His toil, His sorrows, one by one,

The Scripture have fulfilled.

No pain that we can share

But He has felt its smart;

All forms of human grief and care
Have pierced that tender heart.

And on His thorn-crowned head,
And on His sinless soul,

Our sins in all their guilt were laid
That He might make us whole.

In perfect love He dies;

For me He dies, for me.

O all-atoning Sacrifice,

I cling by faith to Thee.

In every time of need,

Before the judgment throne,

Thy work, O Lamb of God, I'll plead,
Thy merits, not my own.

Yet work, O Lord, in me,
As Thou for me hast wrought;
And let my love the answer be
To grace Thy love has brought.

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No pain that we can share

But He has felt its smart;

All forms of human grief and care
Have pierced that tender heart.

And on His thorn-crowned head,
And on His sinless soul,

Our sins in all their guilt were laid
That He might make us whole.
In perfect love He dies;

For me He dies, for me.

O all-atoning Sacrifice,

I cling by faith to Thee.

In every time of need,

Before the judgment throne,

Thy work, O Lamb of God, I'll plead,

Thy merits, not my own.

Yet work, O Lord, in me,

As Thou for me hast wrought;

And let my love the answer be
To grace Thy love has brought.

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'Father, into Thy hands I commend My spirit.'

ND now, beloved Lord, Thy soul resigning

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Into Thy Father's arms with conscious will,
Calmly, with reverend grace, Thy head inclining,
The throbbing brow and labouring breast grow still.

mp 2 Freely Thy life Thou yieldest, meekly bending
Even to the last beneath our sorrows' load,
Yet strong in death, in perfect peace commending
Thy spirit to Thy Father and Thy God.

p 3 My Saviour, in mine hour of mortal anguish,
When earth grows dim, and round me falls the night,
O breathe Thy peace, as flesh and spirit languish;
At that dread eventide let there be light.

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mp 4 To Thy dear cross turn Thou mine eyes in dying;
Lay but my fainting head upon Thy breast;
Thine outstretched arms receive my latest sighing;
And then, O then, Thine everlasting rest!

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Verily I say unto thee, To day shalt thou be with Me in paradise.'

mp 4 Jesus, pitying the sighs

Of the thief who near Thee dies,
Promising him Paradise-

Hear us, Holy Jesus

5 May we in our guilt and shame
Still Thy love and mercy claim,
Calling humbly on Thy name :
Hear us, Holy Jesus.

6 O remember us who pine,

Looking from our cross to Thine;
Cheer our souls with hope divine:
Hear us, Holy Jesus.