4 Lord, in every sore oppression
Let thy wounds be my relief;
When I seek thy intercession,
Add new strength to my belief:
Ah, the feeling of thy peace
Sets my troubled heart at ease,
And affords a demonstration
Of thy love and my salvation.

5 All my hope and consolation,
Christ, is in thy bitter death;
At the hour of expiration,

Lord, receive my dying breath: Most of all, when I go hence, Let this be my confidence, That thy deep humiliation Has procured my salvation.

3 Though sins exceed a mountain, Or sands on ocean's shore, The everlasting fountain

Of Jesus' blood hath power To wash all sin and guilt away, And save me from that terror Which held me in dismay.

4 My heart while here 'tis moving, Shall beat with fervent praise To thee, who art so loving

To the lost human race: Thy dying words and agony Shall be my meditation, Till I am call'd to thee.

5 Lord, let thy bitter passion Dwell always in my mind, To raise an indignation

'Gainst sin of every kind; That henceforth I may ne'er forget The greatness of that ransom, Which paid my endless debt.

6 All pains and tribulations,

Contempt and worldly spite,
Help me to bear with patience;
And always fix my sight
On that unerring rule of faith,
Thy blessed steps to follow,
Until my latest breath.

70 may my life and labour

Express what thou hast done,
By love towards my neighbour,
By serving every one
Without self-interest or disguise;
And may thy pure example
Be my best exercise.

8 When I give up my spirit
To thee, my Judge and God,
O then apply the merit

Of thy atoning blood;

And let my faith its power display,
And rest upon thy promise
To save me in that day.

O THE love wherewith I'm loved,
Source of all my happiness;
Thou, O Love, by mercy moved,
Tak'st upon thee my distress:
As a lamb led to the slaughter
Goest to the cross's tree,
Seal'st thy love with blood & water,
Bear'st the world's iniquity.

2 Love, so strikingly displayed

In thy tears and bloody sweat: Love, by sinful men betrayed,

Dragg'd before the judgment-seat: Love, who for my soul's salvation Willingly didst shed thy blood, Thro' thy death and bitter passion I am reconcil'd to God.

3 Love, who as my bleeding Saviour Didst my heart in righteousness Unto thee betroth for ever,

Ah, I thank thee for thy grace: Love, who thus thyself engagedst, Let all misery which I feel By thy sufferings be assuaged:

By thy stripes my sorrow heal. 4 Love, who hast for me endured Death upon the accursed tree, And eternal bliss procured,

Fill my soul with love to thee: Lord, how hast thou captivated

My else cold and lifeless heart: Let me, till to heaven translated, Never more from thee depart.

A LAMB went forth, and bare the
Of all the world together; [guilt
Most patiently his blood he spilt
To pay for every debtor;
He freely took sin's heavy load,
To reconcile us unto God;

All comfort he refused:

He underwent reproach and blame, Death on the cross, with stripes and shame,

And said, "I freely choose it." 2 This Lamb is God omnipotent, Of all things the Creator: The Son, who, by the Father sent, Assum'd our feeble nature: O love no human tongue can tell, O love divine, unsearchable:

God gave his well-beloved To sufferings, death, & to the grave, That he lost man thereby might save; His mercy thus he proved. 3 Jesus, I never can forget

The pangs thou hast sustained: I'll thee, long as my pulse doth beat,

Adore with thanks unfeigned; Yea, thou shalt be my soul's delight; In danger's path, and sorrow's night, My guide and consolation: In life and death I will be thine, And on thy faithfulness recline With humble resignation. 4 My song in thy great loveliness Both day and night shall centre; Amidst all wants and feebleness

I'll on thy service venture: My life's whole stream for thee shall O may, by all I speak or do, [flow; Thy holy name be praised, And all that thou hast done for me, Upon my heart indelibly

For ever be impressed.

5 True comfort thou to me canst
In my life's every station; [yield
In combat thou dost prove my shield,
In grief my exultation;
In happy hours the source of joy;
And when all other meat doth cloy,
This manna shall support me;
In thirst thou shalt my well-spring
In solitude my company,

At home and on a journey.

[be,

6 What harm can I from death susSince thou art my salvation; [tain, From heat my shade, my ease in pain, In grief my consolation;

JESUS, I am richly bless'd

By thy bitter passion,
O how is my soul refresh'd
In the meditation

On the pain and deep distress,
Which thou hast endured,
That for me in heaven a place
Thus might be procured.

2 Jesus, thou who once wast dead, But now ever livest;

Who in every time of need
Kindly me relievest,
And dost help to me afford:

Faithful Lord and Saviour,
Give me what thy death procur'd,
And I'm rich for ever.

3 Grant, O Christ, my God & Lord,

That I may, as thy reward,
Through thy bitter passion,
Joy in thy salvation:
May I ever weigh the cause

Of thy death and suffering,
And a poor, but contrite heart
Bring as a thank-offering.

MY life-supplying element

Is Jesus' blood and death: My soul is eagerly intent

To live therein by faith.

2 Lord Jesus, who is like to thee? O might I night and day In spirit upon Calvary,

That scene of suffering, stay.

3 How that blest moment I regard,
When thou didst bow thy head:
O had my listening ear but heard
The sigh that left thee dead.

4 How highly favour'd had I been,
Had I with John stood by,
And my beloved Saviour seen
For my redemption die.

5 Beholding with deep reverence
Thy side for me then pierc'd,
With what emotion had I thence
Seen blood and water burst.

own;

Wash me, and mine thou art: Wash me, but not my feet alone, My hands, my head, my heart. 4 The atonement of thy blood apply, Till faith to sight improve; Till hope in full fruition die, And all my soul be love.

HERE am I blushing, weeping,
A breeze of heavenly bliss
From Jesus' cross perceiving,
Rejoicing that I'm his;
To him what shall I render,

My grateful heart to show?
Did but my love more tender,
More ardent for him glow.
2 I was defil'd all over,

Depraved and unclean;
His blood my guilt did cover,
And wash away my sin;
The time I well remember

When, fill'd with deepest awe,
My name among the number
In the Lamb's book I saw.

3 My Saviour's death and passion,
His anguish, grief, and pain,
Until my consummation,
My favourite theme remain;
Himself hath sanctified

The grave, my resting-place,
And since for me he died,
I shall lie down in peace.

T. 36.

121.* LAMB, for thy boundless love I praises offer, [stead to suffer, That love, which urg'd thee in my While all the wrath which I should have endured,

On thee was poured.

2 How highly is poor man by thee esteemed; Thou gav'st thyself, that he might be redeemed; [oblation Take soul and body, Lord, as an For all thy passion.

3 Thou richly dost deserve, that each pulsation [cessation, Thy praises should express without And that each drop of blood be hallow'd ever

122.*

To thee, my Saviour.
T. 22.

ROUND Tabor heavenly glories shone,

But what on Olivet was done, What signaliz'd mount Calvary, Calls forth my praise:-'twas done for me.

And swell'd this flowing tide?

My sins, as numerous as the sands Upon the ocean's shore, [hands, Have been the cruel, murderous That wounded thee so sore. 4 Thy wondrous love to evidence Thou wouldst my surety be: Thyself wouldst pay my debt imThereby to set me free. [mense, 5 Thou art destruction to the grave, Death's enemy severe; That each, in bondage as its slave, Might now be sav'd from fear. 6 My debt to thee, God, who art love, Weak words can ne'er express; I cannot here, if there above, Return due thankfulness.

7 Grant me the grace while I am Since I can nothing give, [here, Thy sufferings in my heart to bear, And by thy death to live.

BEHOLD the Saviour of the world, Imbru'd with sweat and gore, Expiring on the accursed cross, When he our sorrows bore.

2 Compassion for man's fallen race, Brought down God's only Son, To veil in flesh his radiant face,

And for our sins atone.

3 Who can to love his name forbear,
That of his sufferings hears,
And finds the ransom of his soul
Was blood as well as tears?

4 When earth and hell's malicious
Encompass'd thee around, [powers
Thy sacred blood, O Son of God,
Stream'd forth from every wound: