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GO, follow the Saviour,
Consider his travail,
Adore him for ever,

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,
For you he is wounded,
He bleeds to release us;

His love is unbounded:
For evermore-his name adore.

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,
Join'd with strong cries and tears,
Procur'd our pardon.

2 Thy bitter agony
Upon my heart shall be
Deeply impressed;
O may I ne'er forget
The price, at which my debt
Hath been erased.

3 Thy countenance divine,
Round which sharp thorns did twine,
Thy dereliction,

Thy having borne our curse,
To us now proves a source
Of benediction.

4 ""Tis finish'd," Jesus cries,
He bows his head and dies,
Our pardon's sealed:
All hail, in death tho' pale,
Victorious Lamb, all hail,
Thou hast prevailed.

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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.

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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.

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May I ponder

On thy agony and death:

As thou yonder

Barest my sins' heavy load,

Suffering Saviour,
Me regard with favour.

2 Looking to Gethsemane,
In that garden
Both the guilt of sin I see
And its pardon;

Mercy, truth, and righteousness,
Here combined,

Man's release have signed.

3 From the cross look down on me, Blessed Saviour,

As on John complacently:
Grant that favour,

That I by thy dying love

Be inspired,

And with ardour fired.

4 In thy hands and feet I see
Tokens bloody

Of thy love to worthless me;
From thy body
Drops of blood successively
Now are streaming,
All with blessings teeming.

5 Jesus bows his head and dies:
Darkening heaven,

Lo, the sun his beams denies;
Rocks are riven:

While earth's pillars shake, I find
In his passion
Cause for exultation.

6 Blood and water from his side
Freely floweth :

Hence I'm fully certified,
My heart knoweth,
That eternal life for me
Was acquired,
When my Lord expired.

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,
Freed from weakness,
In thy glorious likeness.

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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 :
How art thou grown so sallow;
How are those gracious eyes,
Whose radiance knew no fellow,
Clouded in cruel wise.

3 O Lord, what thee tormented
Was my sins' heavy load;
I had the debt augmented
Which thou didst pay in blood:
Here am I, blushing sinner,

On whom wrath ought to light;
O thou, my health's beginner,
Let thy grace cheer my sight.

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.
6 What heavenly consolation
Doth in my heart take place,
When I thy toil and passion

Can in some measure trace;
Ah, should I, while thus musing
On my Redeemer's cross,
Ev'n life itself be losing,

Great gain would be that loss.
7 I give thee thanks unfeigned,
O Jesus, friend in need,
For what thy soul sustained,

When thou for me didst bleed:
Grant me to lean unshaken
Upon thy faithfulness,
Until I hence am taken,
To see thee face to face.
8 Lord, at my dissolution

Do not from me depart;
Support, at the conclusion

Of life, my fainting heart;
And when I pine and languish,
Seiz'd with death's agony,
O by thy pain and anguish
Set me at liberty.

9 Lord, grant me thy protection,
Remind me of thy death
And glorious resurrection,
When I resign my breath:
Ah then, though I be dying,
'Midst sickness, grief, and pain,
I shall, on thee relying,

Eternal life obtain.

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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
sheep is bleeding; [behaviour,
The Master pays for servants' mis-
That loving Saviour.

6 O boundless love, O love beyon
expression,
Constraining thee to choose su

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.

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O WORLD, see thy Creator
Extended, like a traitor,

Upon the cross's tree;
Behold him, while expiring,
And for mankind acquiring
Thereby life, grace, and liberty.
2 Draw near, thou wilt discover,
How blood and sweat all over
His sacred body dyes;
Out of his heart most noble,
From inexhausted trouble, [sighs.
Sighs are successive, following
3 Who hath thee thus abused,
Dear Lord, and so much bruised
Thy most majestic face?
Thou wast no sin's transactor,
Thou wast no malefactor,

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,
Giv'st for it benediction;

[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,
I have nought worth the giving
To thee for all thy pain;
Yet shall thy passion ever,
Till soul and body sever,

[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;
How patiently to suffer,
When any to me offer

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.

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THOUSAND times by me be greet-
Jesus, who hast loved me, [ed,
And thyself to death submitted
For my treason against thee:
Ah, how happy do I feel,
When 'fore thee I humbly kneel,
At the cross where thou expiredst,
And true life for me acquiredst.
2 Jesus, thee I view in spirit,

Cover'd o'er with blood & wounds:
Now salvation through thy merit
For my sin-sick soul abounds:
O who can, thou Prince of peace,
Who didst thirst for our release,
Fully fathom all that's treasur'd
In thy love's design unmeasur'd.
3 Heal me, O my soul's Physician,
Wheresoe'er I'm sick or sad;
All the woes of my condition

By thy balm be now allay'd;
Heal the hurts which Adam wrought,
Or which on myself I've brought;
If thy blood me only cover,
My distress will soon be over.

4 On my heart thy wounds for ever
Be inscrib'd indelibly,

That I ne'er forget, dear Saviour,

What thou hast endur'd for me:
Thou'rt indeed my highest good,
End of all solicitude;
Let me, at thy feet abased,
Be to taste thy friendship raised.
5 With the deepest adoration
Humbly at thy feet I lie,
And with fervent supplication

Unto thee for succour cry;
My petition kindly hear;
Say in answer to my prayer,
"I will change thy grief and sadness
Into comfort, joy, and gladness."
6 Jesus, at my dissolution

Take my longing soul to thee;
Let thy wounds at the conclusion
Of this life my refuge be:
When in death I close mine eyes,
Let me wake in paradise,
And in endless bliss and glory
With the saints in heav'n adore thee.
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JESUS, source of my salvation,
Conqueror both of death and hell,
Thou who didst, as my oblation,
Feel what I deserv'd to feel,

Through thy sufferings, death, and
I internal life inherit; [merit,
Thousand, thousand thanks to
Dearest Lord, for ever be. [thee,
2 O how basely wast thou used,
Buffeted and spit upon,
Scourg'd, & torn, & sorely bruised,
Thou, the heavenly Father's Son;
Me, poor sinner, to deliver
From the devil's power for ever;
Thousand, &c.

3 Lord, thy deep humiliation

Paid for my presumptuous pride; I need fear no condemnation,

Since for sinners thou hast died:
Thou becam'st a curse, dear Saviour,
To restore me to God's favour;
Thousand, &c.

4 Lord, I'll praise thee now and ever,
Who for me wast crucified;
For thy agony, dear Saviour,

For thy wounds and pierced side,
For thy stooping under sentence
Of God's wrath and fiery vengeance,
For thy death and love divine,
Lord, I'll be for ever thine.

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CHRIST, thy wounds and bitter
passion,

Bloody sweat, cross, death, and
Be my daily meditation, [tomb,
Till I to thy presence come:
When a sinful thought would start,
Ready to seduce my heart,
Thy sore pain effectually
Me forbid with sin to dally.

[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:
Would the tempter make his way
To my heart, Lord, grant I may
By thy wounds, thy pain, & anguish,
All his vile intrusions vanquish.

[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:
Sure the sweat and precious blood
Of the dying Lamb of God
Can arm me, on each occasion,
To oppose the infatuation.
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