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9 Lord, at my dissolution
16 O boundless love! O love beyond Do not from me depart,
expression, Support, at the conclusion
Constraining thee to choose such bitter Of life, my fainting heart;
passion ! And when I'pine and languish, I lived in the world's and sins enjoySeiz'd with death's agony,
Thou barest torment,
7 Ogreatest King! whose power is
unbounded, 10 Lord, grant me thy protection, How can thy mercy be aright expound. Remind me of thy death
ed ? And glorious resurrection,
Mysterious depth! th' incarnate God When I resign my breath :
For sinners dying. Ah then, though I be dying, 'Midst sickness, grief and pain,
8 Thy dying love all other love doth I shall (on thee relying)
swallow, Eternat life obtain.
My mind to trace its limits is too shallow;
For such compassion, and for love so 86.* T. 36.
tender, What shall I render ?
[blamed, DEAR Jesus! wherein art thou to be
9 One thing I'll gladly do to give thee
pleasure, Why is death's sentence against thee No more to sin I'll yield in any mea
proclaimed ? What is thy crime? of what art thou Lest it again seduce my mind and accused, While thus abused ?
To old offences. 2 I see thee scourg’d, plung’d in a sea 10 But as my strength is far too weak of sorrows,
and feeble Beat in the face, thy back plough'd To crucify my flesh and innate evil:
with deep furrows, Thy temples crown'd with thorns, in Lord, let thy Spirit graciously direct
From sin protect me. mock'ry hailed, To the cross nailed: 3 3. Why was thy soul with hellish pain 11 Unto thy praise my all I'll gladly
venture, surrounded? Alas, my sins have thee, my Saviour, Upon thy shame and cross I'll freely
Nor pain, nor death, shall change my I should have waded thro’ this sea of
resolution, Nor persecution. anguish, Which made thee languish. 4 There is no good at all in my whole 12 Do not despise, I pray, my weak nature,
endeavor Sin hath diffus’d its shame through er'ry To praise and love and serve thee, feature;
dearest Saviour: I had desery'd eternal consternation,
Take soul and body, Lord, as an ob-
For all thy passion. 5 How highly wonderful is this pro- 13 When thou shalt give to me a crown ceeding!
of glory, The Shepherd for his wand'ring sheep When all is swallow'd up that's transiis bleeding;
tory, The Master pays for servants' misbeha- Then shall my voice be suited to the
vior, That loving Saviour !| matter, And praise thee better.
Both the water and the blood
Wash the guilty creature.
7 Joseph, having leave obtain'd,
And got spices ready,
From the cross (by love constrain’d)
Took our Saviour's body:
Had it, with all decent grace,
To his own tomb carry'd;
Where the keepers for three days
To secure it tarry'd.
8 Grant, o Christ, thou Son of God, Asa foe of civil pow'r,
Through thy bitter passion,
That we, as thy smart's reward,
That we ever weigh the cause
Of thy death and suff'ring,
Yea for this, though poor we are,
Bring thee our thank-off'ring!
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,
For inexhausted trouble,
Sighs are successive foll'wing sighs.
3 Who hath thee thus abused,
Dear Lord, and so much bruised
Thy most majestic face?
Thou art no sin's transactor,
Thou art no malefactor,
Like others of the human race.
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 and bands,
Of a cleansing nature;
5. I ought to have been pained,
Both hand and foot in hell ;
The bonds and scourges tearing, How patiently. to suffer,
My soul, my soul desery'd to feel. Rude acts of malice and ill-will. 6 I'll be with the beholders,
14 I'll be my flesh denying, And see thee on thy shoulders
And gladly crucyfying, Bear my prodigious load:
With Christ, each sinful lust : Thou tak'st the corse-infliction,
What in thy sight is odious Giv'st for it benediction;
I'll leave, howe'er commodious, Thy death procures my peace with God. By help and strength which thoa be.
stow'st. 7 As Surety thou presentest Thyself, to die consentest
15 Thy sighs and groans unnumber'd, For me in debt all o'er;
And, from thy heart encumber'd,
The countless tears forth prest;
These shall at my dismission,
Convoy me to thy arms and breast. 8 Into death's jaws thou leaping Provid'st for my escaping,
T. 165. Lest I its sting should prove;
THOUSAND times by me be greetMy curse and condemnation
Jesus, who hast loved me, [ed, Thou bear'st, for my salvation :
And thyself to death submitted O most unheard-of fire of love!
For my treasons against thee: 9 The highest obligations
Ah! how happy do I feel, Bind me through all life's stations,
When 'fore thee I humbly kneel T'express my tbanks to thee; At the cross where thou expiredst, Weak as I am and feeble,
And true life for me acquiredst, As far as I am able,
2 Jesus, thee I view in spirit, I'll yield thee service willingly. Cover'd o'er with blood and wounds; 10 While here on earth I'm living,
Now salvation, through thy merit, I nothing have worth giving
For my sin-sick soul abounds, To thee for all thy pain;
O who can, thou Prince of Peace, Yet shall thy passion ever,
Who didst thirst for opr release, Till soul and body sever
Fully fathom all that's treasur'd Deep in my heart engrav'd remain. In thy love's design unmeasur'd! 11 Its fresh representation
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: I'!l take it for a mirror
Heal the hurts which Adam wrought, Of innocence, for terror To guilt, but seal of truth and love. Or which on myself I've brought;
If thy blood me only cover, 12 How greatly man incenses My distress will soon be over. The Lord by his offences;
4 On my heart thy wounds for ever God's holiness how stern;
Be inscrib'd indelibly, How rigʻrous he chastiseth,
That I ne'er forget, dear Saviour,
What thou hast endur'd for me :
Let me, at thy feet abased,
Ś With the deepest adoration
91.* T. 165. Humbly at thy feet I lie;
CHRIST,thy wounds&bitter passion, And, with ardent supplication,
Bloody sweat, cross, death, and tomb, Unto thee for succor cry;
Be my daily meditation, My petition kindly hear;
Till I to thy presence come. Say, in answer to my pray'r :
When a sinful thought would start, • 1 will change thy grief
and sadness Ready to seduce my heart, Into comfort, joy and gladness."
Thy sore pain effectually by 6 Jesus, at my dissolution
Me forbid with sin to dally. Take my longing soul to thee; 2 Should my bosom with lewd passion ed Let thy wounds at the conclusion Be infiam'd, and burn with sin, of this life, my refuge be!
Let the thoughts of thine oblation When in death I close mine eyes, Quench that spreading fire within. Let me wake in paradise,
Would the tempter make his way And in endless bliss and glory To my heart, Lord, grant I may St. With the saints in heav'n adore thee. By thy wounds, thy pain and anguish,
All his vile intrusions vanquish. 90.*
3 Would the world with gay temptation Draw me to its own broad
ways ces JESUS, Source of my salvation,
Let me think upon thy passion,
And the load which on thee lay: Thou who didst, as my oblation, Sure the sweat and precious blood Feel what I deserv'd to feel :
Of the dying Lamb of God
To oppose th' infatuation.
4 Lord, in ev'ry sore oppression,
Let thy wounds be my relief;
When I seek thine intercession,
Add new strength to my belief.
troubled heart at ease,
And affords a demonstration
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,
That thy deep humiliation
Hath procured my salvation,
O Lord, when condemnation
And guilt afflict my soul,
By paying what I ow'd,
Of God's wrath and fiery vengeance :
Remind me, that thy sacred blood
Hath cancell'd my transgressions
2 O wonder far exceeding
T. 167. All human thought and sense!
O The love wherewith I'm loved,
O the undeserved grace ;
Thou, O Love, by mercy moved,
thee For me, whose vile rebellion
As a Lamb led to the slaughter Deserv'd an endless death.
Goest to the cross's tree, 3 Though sins exceed a mountain, Seal'st thy love with blood and water, Or sands on ocean's shore,
Bear'si the world's iniquity.
2 Love, so strikingly displayed To wash all sin and guilt away,
In thy tears and bloody sweat: And save me from that terror
Love, by sinful men betrayed, Which held me in dismay.
Dragg'd before the judgment-seat :
Love, who for my soul's salvation, 4 My heart, while here 'iis moving, Willingly didst shed thy blood,
Shall beat with fervent praise Through thy death and bitter passion To thee, who art so loving
I am reconcild to God.
3 Love, who as my bleeding Saviour
Didst my heart in righteousness Shall be my meditation,
Unto thee betroth for ever, Tal I am call'd to thee.
Ah, I thank thee for thy grace : 5 Lord, let thy bitter passion Love, who thus himself engaged, Dwell always in my mind,
Let my mis'ry and my smart To raise an indignation
Now entirely be assuaged Gainst sin of ev'ry kind;
In thy wounded bleeding heart, That henceforth I may ne'er forget
4 Love, who hast for me endured The greatness of that ransom,
Death upon the accursed tree, Which paid my endless debt.
And eternal bliss procured, 6 All pains and tribulations,
soul with love to thee.
Let me till to heav'n translated
Never more from thee depart.
A Lamb went forth, and bare the guilt Express what thou hast done,
Of all the world together,
To pay for ev'ry debtor;
To reconcile us unto God; Be my best exercise !
All comfort he refused : 8 When I give up my spirit
He underwent reproach and blame, To thee my Judge and God,
Death on the cross, with stripes and O then apply the merit
And said, “I freely choose it.”[shame, Of thy atoning blood;
2 This Lamb is God omnipotent, And let my faith its pow'r display, The sovereign Creator,
And rest upon thy promise The Son, who by the Father sent, To save me in that day.
Assum'd our feeble naiure;