8 My heart with love is glowing, Saviour die ;

I see my
His head I see him bowing,
This brought me endless joy!
He gave his soul an off'ring
For sin, that I might live;
He sav'd me by his suff'ring,
To him myself I give.

9 Thou God of my salvation,
In whom I trust by faith,
Who hast for my transgression,
Lain in the dust of death;
I place upon thy merit,

While here, my confidence;
And will commend my spirit
To thee, when I go hence.
10 Lord, grant me thy salvation
And peace divine, I pray,

While here'midst tribulation
On earth below I stay;
Till I shall stand before thee,
And for redeeming grace,
With all the saints in glory,
My Hallelujah raise.

Thus to the multitude displayed,
His back with scourges raw & torn,
A reed he beareth, is arrayed

In purple, and then hail'd in scorn. 4 Breathless and almost suffocated, He bears the cross's pond'rousweight, Already feels what him awaited,

The dismal scenes of torment great, I see him now in sore affliction Ascend the brow of Calvary; 'Tis here I view his crucifixion, Thereby it was he saved me.

5 I see his hands and feet extended Upon the cross in keenest smart ; I see him as his life he ended,

I see the spear transfix his heart:
Thus closed he his bitter passion,
Expiring on th' accursed tree,
Then horror seiz'd the whole creation,
But streams of grace came over me..
6 The thoughtof blood&water bursting
From God, my rock, o'ercomes my
1 heart;

I for that living flood am thirsting,
O may it stream through ev'ry part!
Lord, for thy love, with adoration,

I'll thank and laud thee all my days;
Long as I live, shall each pulsation,
And ev'ry breath declare thy praise.
This awful, blessed meditation
Oft fills my soul with conscious
Since Jesus dy'd for my salvation,
shame,

with torment,

Who to his mercy had no claim: How poor I am, how void of glory, Thou, Lord, know'st best; but yet when I,

With all my ailments come before thee, My suit is granted presently.

8 Thou, Jesus,art my God and Saviour, Thee will I serve with all my pow'r, On thee I'll meditate for ever,

And for thy goodness thee adore: Thy dying love hath captivated

My heart, and now my chief delight, Until to heav'n I am translated, Is to enjoy thee day and night.

Submitting, till weary,

Thy lips, depriv'd of color, Spoke heav'nly truth to man; Thy body, ah! how wasted, Death's horror did reduce

7 Just ready for slaughter,

The nail-holes they bored,

While exquisite torture

He lamb-like endured;

Dumb did he bear-the pain severe.

8 The Lamb yonder nailed
Gain'd for us salvation,
Our pardon is sealed
By his bitter passion:

Ahealing stream-flows down from him.

9 O dear bleeding Saviour!
I long to embrace thee,
While thousand drops cover,
Hang on thee and grace thee;
And catch the juice-thy wounds diffuse.

10 For all thy wounds painful,
Which glad I remember,

I hourly am thankful,

And praise their whole number; Me, dearest Lamb!-thou sav'st by them.

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 Thy cheeks, through heavy dolor,
Are marred, fall'n, and wan;
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Each drop of vital juice.

5 O Lord, what thee tormented,
Was my sin's 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.

5 Own me, Lord, my Preserver,
My Shepherd, me receive;
I know thy love's strong fervor
By all thy pain and grief.
Thou richly hast supplied

My soul with heav'nly food,
For which I've often sighed,
Thy holy flesh and blood.

6 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.

7 O what a consolation

Doth in my heart take place, When I thy toil and passion

Sin hath diffus'd its shame through ev'ry feature;

I had deserv'd eternal consternation, And condemnation.

5 How highly wonderful is this proceeding!

The Shepherd for his wand'ring sheep is bleeding;

6 O boundless love! O love beyond

expression,

Constraining thee to choose such bitter passion!

I lived in the world's and sins enjoyment, Thou barest torment.

7 O greatest King! whose power is unbounded,

How can thy mercy be aright expounded? Mysterious depth! th' incarnate God is sighing, For sinners dying.

8 Thy dying love all other love doth swallow,

My mind to trace its limits is too shallow; For such compassion, and for love so tender, What shall I render?

9 One thing I'll gladly do to give thee No more to sin I'll yield in any meapleasure,

sure:

Lest it again seduce my mind and

senses

To old offences.

To praise and love and serve thee, dearest Saviour:

Take soul and body, Lord, as an ob.. lation For all thy passion.

13 When thou shalt give to me a crown of glory,

When all is swallow'd up that's transitory,

vior,

87.* T. 152. or 9. CHRIST, who saves us by his cross, Who in nought offended, He was in the night for us Betray'd, apprehended, Led before a wicked race, Falsely was accused,

Laugh'd at, mock'd, spit in the face,
Shamefully abused.

2 In the morn, at the sixth hour,
He was led with fury,
As a foe of civil pow'r,
'Fore a heathen jury,

Who him try'd, but found him free
Of th' imputed treason;
Herod mocked him, yet he

Found for death no reason.

3 At nine was the Son of God
By the scourges furrow'd,
And the thorny crown forc'd blood

From his sacred forehead.
With a purple garment mock'd,
On all sides assailed,

He must bear the cross to which
He was to be nailed.

4 He at noon was on the cross

Rear'd for our transgression,
Where he pray'd and bled for us,
To procure salvation :
The spectators shook their heads,
Had him in derision,

Till the sun his beams withdrew
From so sad a vision.

5 At three Jesus cry'd, " My God,
Why am I forsaken?"
Having vinegar and gall,

Which was offer'd, taken,
He then yielded up the ghost!
Pause, my soul, and wonder ;-
Then the temple's vail was rent,
Rocks were cleft asunder.

6 When the Lord of glory dy'd,
Not a bone was broken,
But a soldier pierc'd his side

For a lasting token:

From thence stream'd a double flood Of a cleansing nature;

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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,
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.

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 and bands.

5 I ought to have been pained, And fast for ever chained

Both hand and foot in hell;