GO, follow the Saviour, Ye sinners, and marvel; It is for you-he suffers so. 2 With tears interceding Your load he sustaineth, And sweating and bleeding Your pardon he gaineth, All who believe-he will receive. 3 He's mock'd and defamed, 'Midst scourging and torture; By sinners is blamed, [face. And led to the slaughter; While thorns disgrace-his royal 4 Behold the Lord Jesus, His love is unbounded: 5 When to the cross nailed He hung on the mountain, That we might be healed, Blood, as from a fountain, Flow'd from his wounds: - there health abounds. 6 Our meek, suffering Saviour Pray'd for his oppressors, And gained God's favour For us vile transgressors; [grace. He thus displays - his boundless 7 When he had prevailed, And all was accomplish'd By prophets revealed, He cried: "It is finish'd;" Then bow'd his head-and join'd the dead. 8 Accept for thy passion, Most merciful Saviour, Our deep adoration: Remain thou for ever Our highest good,-O Lamb of God. 98. T. 71. HAIL, suffering Lamb of God, Whose sweat was mix'd with blood In Olivet's garden, When thy prevailing prayers, 2 Thy bitter agony 3 Thy countenance divine, Thy having borne our curse, 4 ""Tis finish'd," Jesus cries, I SMITE upon my guilty breast, And stand myself the cause confest Of all my Saviour hath sustained: On Olivet and Golgotha Deeply abas'd I gaze with awe ; There, there he bliss for me obtained. 20 that my sins might find their grave, [save, There, where my Lord, my soul to In sweat and blood lay agonizing: I weep, and feel both joy and pain; Saviour, till sight of thee I gain, May I this scene be oft revising. 3 Behold, he sinks in death; 'tis done: See the last tricklingblood-drops run, From head and feet and hands extended: [head; Mark that last groan, he bows his The tortur'd soul at length has fled; His heart-strings break, the conflict's ended. 4 Look up, my soul, by faith & see, His heart was pierc'd, was pierc'd for thee; Thence blood and water freely streamed; Blood, to atone for heinous sin, Water, to wash the sinner clean; Our debt is paid; we are redeemed. D 5 Heart-piercing sight; he bleeds, | Here, here is my resting place, he dies, Here with Mary [eth; Weeping I will tarry. For guilty man a sacrifice; The earth the sacred trust receiv-8 Yea, I give my heart to thee, Soon shall he rise triumphantly, And then with shouts ascend on high, Where he to God for ever liveth. May I ponder On thy agony and death: As thou yonder Barest my sins' heavy load, Suffering Saviour, 2 Looking to Gethsemane, Mercy, truth, and righteousness, Man's release have signed. 3 From the cross look down on me, Blessed Saviour, As on John complacently: That I by thy dying love Be inspired, And with ardour fired. 4 In thy hands and feet I see Of thy love to worthless me; 5 Jesus bows his head and dies: Lo, the sun his beams denies; While earth's pillars shake, I find 6 Blood and water from his side Hence I'm fully certified, 7 Now to Joseph's tomb convey'd, He's interred; Be my members with him dead, With him buried; Faithful Saviour; Living, dying, I will be Thine for ever: From the tomb I shall arise, O HEAD so full of bruises, So full of pain and scorn, 'Midst other sore abuses Mock'd with a crown of thorn; O Head, ere now surrounded With brightest majesty, In death now bow'd and wounded Saluted be by me. 2 Thou countenance transcendent, Thou life-creating Sun To worlds on thee dependent, Now bruis'd and spit upon : 3 O Lord, what thee tormented On whom wrath ought to light; 4 Own me, Lord, my preserver, My Shepherd, me receive; I know thy love's strong fervour By all thy pain and grief: Thou richly dost supply me With soul-sustaining food, Nor does thy love deny me Thy holy flesh and blood. 5 I'll here with thee continue, (Though poor, despise me not,) I'm one of thy retinue: As were I on the spot, When, earning my election, Thy heart-strings broke in death, With shame and love's affection I'll watch thy latest breath. Can in some measure trace; Great gain would be that loss. When thou for me didst bleed: Do not from me depart; Of life, my fainting heart; 9 Lord, grant me thy protection, Eternal life obtain. 2 I see thee scourged, plunged in a sea of sorrows, Beat in the face, thy back plough'd with deep furrows, Thy temples crown'd with thorns, in mock'ry hailed, To the cross nailed. 3 Why was thy soul with pains of hell surrounded? Alas, my sins have thee, my Saviour, wounded: [of anguish, I should have waded thro' that sea Which made thee languish. 4 There is no good at all in my whole nature, Sin hath diffus'd its shame thro' every feature; [ing ages And death had been thro' everlastIts dreadful wages. 5 How highly wonderful is this proceeding; The Shepherd for his wandering 6 O boundless love, O love beyon bitter passion: [joyme I liv'd in pleasure and the world's Thou bearest torment. 7 O greatest King, whose power unbounded, How can thy mercy be aright expounded: [is sighing, O mystery deep, the incarnate God For sinners dying. 8 Thy dying love all other love doth swallow; My mind to trace its limits is too shallow; [tender, For such compassion, and for love so What shall I render? 9 One thing I'll gladly do to give thee pleasure, measure; No more to sin I'll yield in any [senses Lest it again seduce my mind and To old offences. 10 But as my strength is far too weak and feeble To crucify my flesh and innate evil, Lord, let thy Spirit graciously direct me, From sin protect me. 11 Unto thy praise my all I'll gladly venture, Upon thy shame and cross I'll freely enter; [resolution, Nor pain, nor death shall change my Nor persecution. 12 Do not despise, I pray, my weak endeavour, To praise, and love, and serve thee, dearest Saviour: [lation Take soul and body, Lord, as an obFor all thy passion. 13 When thou shalt give to me a crown of glory, When all is swallow'd up that's transitory, [matter, Then shall my voice be suited to the And praise thee better. O WORLD, see thy Creator Upon the cross's tree; Like others of the human race. 4 I, I and my transgressions, Which by my own confessions Exceed the sea-shore sands, These, these have been the reason Of thy whole bitter season, Of all thy bruises, stripes, & bands. 5 The wrath upon thee poured, I ought to have endured, And borne the pangs of hell: The bonds and scourges tearing, Which thou, my God, wast bearing, My soul, my soul deserv'd to feel. 6 I'll be with the beholders, And see thee on thy shoulders Bear my prodigious load: Thou tak'st the curse-infliction, [God. Thy death procures my peace with 7 As surety thou presentest Thyself, to die consentest For me in debt all o'er; A crown of thorns thou wearest, All scorn and pain thou bearest With patience neyer known before. 8 Into death's jaws thou leaping, Provid'st for my escaping, Lest I its sting should prove: My curse and condemnation Thou bear'st for my salvation; O what unheard-of fire of love. 9 The highest obligations Bind me, through all life's stations, To express my thanks to thee: Poor tho' I am and feeble, As far as I am able, I'll yield thee service willingly. 10 While here on earth I'm living, [main. Deep in my heart engrav'd re 11 How greatly man incenses The Lord by his offences; God's holiness how stern; How rigorous he chastises," When he with wrath baptizes; This from thy sufferings will I learn. 12 From thence I'll be taught truly How to be pure and holy, Resign'd, compos'd, and still; Rude acts of malice and ill will. 13 I'll be my flesh denying, And gladly crucifying With Christ each sinful lust: With all that thee displeases I'll gladly part, O Jesus, [bestow'st. By help and strength which thou 14 Thy sighs & groans unnumber'd And from thy heart encumber'd, The countless tears forth press'd; These shall, at my dismission, To final rest's fruition, Convey me to thy arms & breast. 105.* T. 165. Cover'd o'er with blood & wounds: By thy balm be now allay'd; 4 On my heart thy wounds for ever That I ne'er forget, dear Saviour, What thou hast endur'd for me: Unto thee for succour cry; Take my longing soul to thee; 106.* JESUS, source of my salvation, Through thy sufferings, death, and 3 Lord, thy deep humiliation Paid for my presumptuous pride; I need fear no condemnation, Since for sinners thou hast died: 4 Lord, I'll praise thee now and ever, For thy wounds and pierced side, CHRIST, thy wounds and bitter Bloody sweat, cross, death, and [passion 2 Should my breast with carnal Be inflam'd and burn with sin, Let the thoughts of thine oblation Quench that spreading fire within: [ment 3 Would the world with gay allureDraw me to its own broad way, Let me think upon thy torment, And the load which on thee lay: |