5 Till death's pale ensigns o'er thy | 5 0 that I thus could always feel; cheeks ALAS, and did my Saviour bleed, 2 Was it for crimes that I have done, 3 Well might the sun in darkness 4 Thus might I hide my blushing WHEN I by faith my Saviour see Expiring on the cross for me, Satan and sin no more can move, For I am fill'd with Jesus' love. 2 His thorns and nails pierce thro' my heart, In every groan I bear a part; [eyes; I view his wounds with streaming But see, he bows his head and dies. 3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of 4 Here I forget my cares and pains; Lord, more and more thy love re 128. BEHOLD the loving Son of God 2 Why is his body rack'd with pains, And wrung with keenest smart? Why flows the blood from all his veins, Why torn with grief his heart? 3 All righteousness did he fulfil, 4 Alas, we own with conscious While we behold his cross, [shame, Our sins have slain the guiltless He suffer'd all for us. [Lamb, 5 But hence our confidence begins; That thus, by bearing all our sins, For we may boldly say, He took them all away. 6 Our God is fully reconcil'd, 7 Come then, ye needy sinners, GO forth in spirit, go To Calvary's holy mount; Because on that the Lamb was slain; 'Twas there my Lord was crucified, "Twas there my Saviour for me died. 2 The stony heart dissolves in tears When to our view the cross appears; See there thy friend between two Christ's dying love, when truly felt, thieves, Suffering on thy account. 2 Fall at his cross's foot, And say, "My God and Lord, Here let me dwell, and view those wounds, Which life for me procur'd." 3 Fix on that face thine eye: Why dost thou backward shrink? What a base rebel thou hast been To Christ, thou now dost think. 4 Fear not; for this is he Who always loves us first, And with white robes of righteousDelights to deck the worst. [ness 5 Or art thou at a loss What thou to him shalt say? 6 His blood thy cause will plead, The vilest, hardest heart doth melt. 6 Here doth the Lord of life proclaim 134. T. 11. 2 That dear blood, for sinners spilt, 3 Hark, his dying word: "Forgive, 4 While I hear this grace reveal'd, 5 Farewell world, thy gold is dross, 6 He has dearly bought my soul: Lord, accept and claim the whole; To thy will I all resign, Now no more my own, but thine. 583. my Saviour's cross, [foes: Where he in blood expired for his With deepest reverence humbly I adore [rows bore. My dying Lord, who all my sor2 I, sinful worm, with awe before [tery view: I KNEEL in spirit at him bow, BEHOLD, my soul, the Lamb of God, Baptiz'd with tears, and sweat, and blood, Spent, comfortless, forsaken: While I the deep unfathom'd mys-While to the world the sun denies See, how he bows his head and dies, Poor man must highly valu'd be [was paid. For whom so great a ransom-price indeed, 3 This blessed truth I firmly will maintain, [slain: That my Creator for my sins was May this constrain me gladly to obey [sins away. And love the Lord who took my His light, and rocks are shaken: My dear Redeemer, let thy death Subdue my heart, confirm my faith: Teach me thy dying love to know, And in return with love to glow: Thy love divine My heart incline, Lord, to be thine Till I in death my soul resign. E "TIS finish'd now, Salvation's finish'd now; Redeemed sinners, bow, Adore, and wonder, That earth and heaven's Founder Now sinks in death. :: 2 Look up and see, By faith look up and see, Whose stream thy thirst assuages, 3 The precious flood On him, who Jesus knoweth 4 We are redeem'd, 5 O sing again, Praise, thanks, and adoration, THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 4 Then in a nobler, sweeter song 5 Lord, I believe thou hast pre- 6 "Tis strung, and tun'd for endless years, And form'd, by power divine, To sound in God the Father's ears No other name but thine. 142. T. 240. ALL hail, thou Lamb of God, Thy suffering willingly: Sinners, sinners, Sinners, sinners, 2 Bearing the cross's weight For me, thine enemy: In torments bow'st thy head: All ye who pass by, He bows his head and dies: Man is restor❜d again: Then did thine arm prevail: GO to dark Gethsemane, O, the pangs his soul sustain'd: God's own sacrifice complete: "It is finish'd," hear him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 4 Early hasten to the tomb, Where they laid his breathless All is solitude and gloom; [clay; Who hath taken him away? Christ is ris'n,-He meets our eyes; Saviour, teach us so to rise. UNTO Jesus' cross I'm now retiring, There my Saviour's pierced feet, (Dying love a grateful sense inspiring,) Bath'd in tears, I humbly greet: Might I never lose this blest sensation, But in spirit fix my happy station On those heights so dear to me, Golgotha, Gethsemane. Might thy dying love, dear suffering Saviour, 2 Which subdu'd my stubborn heart, Me constrain, and rule my whole behaviour, Till I from this world depart: Thus my mortal body I shall nourish, And as thine with holy reverence Earnestly intent to bear [cherish, More of thy blest image here. With a mind from earthly cares 3 divested, Let me dwell, by day and night, Where the body of my Saviour rested: Here I find supreme delight; Here 'tis good for me with pardon'd Mary Thus in blessed fellowship At his sepulchre in faith to tarry: With my Lord I wake and sleep. |