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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 curse-infliction,
What in thy sight is odious
I'll leave, howe'er commodious,
stow'st. 7 As Surety thou presentest
Rheon Thyself, to die consentest
15 Thy sighs and groans unnumber'd, For me in debt all o'er;
And, from thy heart encumber'd, A crown of thorns thou wearest,
The countless tears forth prest; All scorn and pain thou bearest,
These shall at my dismission,
To final rest's fruition
a the E 8 Into death's jaws thou leaping Provid'st for my escaping,
T. 165. Lest I its sting should prove;
THOUSAND tames by me be greetMy curse and condemnation
Jesus, who hast loved me, [ed, AIDS, Thou bear'st, for my
salvation : And thyself to death submitted O most unheard-of fire of love!
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 thanks 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; Shall raise
my admiration, Where'er I turn or move ;
All the woes of my condition I'll take it for a mirror
By thy balm be now allay'd:
Heal the hurts which Adam wrought,
If thy blood me only cover,
4 On my heart thy wounds for ever God's holiness how stern;
Be inscrib'd indelibly,
That I ne'er forget, dear Saviour,
fo This from thy suff'rings will I learn. Thou'rt indeed my highest good, 13 From thence I'll be taught truly, End of all solicitude; How to be pure and holy,
Let me, at' thy feet abased, Resign’d, compos'd and still; Be to taste thy friendship raised.
Ś With the deepest adoration
91.* T. 165. Humbly at thy feet I lie;
CHRIST, thy wounds&bitter passion, 1
And, with ardent supplication,
Bloody sweat, cross, death, and tomb,
Be my daily meditation,
Till I to thy presence come.
Ready to seduce my heart,
Thy sore pain effectually 6 Jesus, at my dissolution
Mé forbid with sin to dally. Take my longing soul to thee; 2 Should my bosom with lewd passion bel Let thy wounds at the conclusion Be infam'd, and burn with sin, ll, Of this life, my refuge be!
Let the thoughts of thine oblation
Would the tempter make his way
All his vile intrusions vanquish.
3 Would the world with gay temptation
Draw me to its own broad
Let me think upon thy passion,
And the load which on thee lay :
Sure the sweat and precious blood
Of the dying Lamb of God
To oppose th' infatuation.
4 Lord, in ev'ry sore oppression,
Let thy wounds be my relief; 2 O how basely wast thou used, When I seek thine intercession, ty Buffeted and spit upon!
Add new strength to my belief.
troubled heart at ease,
And affords a demonstration
salvation. Thousand, &c.
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
That thy deep humiliation
Hath procured my salvation,
O Lord, when condemnation
And guilt afflict my soul,
Hath cancelld my transgressions
By paying what I ow'd,
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;
O love no human tongue can tell,
Thou on my head wilt place a crown, O love divine, unsearchable!
Thus shall I stand before the throne ed , God gave his well-beloved
Of thy dear heav'nly Father, To suff'rings, death, and to the grave, Dress'd in salvation's robe, with thee
That he lost man thereby might save; To live to all eternity; ! His mercy thus he proved!
In bliss no tongue can utter, 3 Jesus, I never can forget
T. 152. or 9
thou hast sustained; JESUS I am richly bless'd
By thy bitter passion;
O how is my soul refresh'd
In the meditation
Which thou hast endured!
By thy death for me a place on,
And on thy faithfulness recline Is in heav'n procured. de With humble resignation.
2 Jesus, who hast once been dead, 4 My song in thy great loveliness,
Now for ever livest; Both day and night shall center; Thou in ev'ry time of need von Amidst all wants and feebleness,
Kindly me relievest,
And dost help to me afford :
Faithful Lord and Saviour,
Give me what thy death procur’d, , Thy holy name be praised !
And I'm rich for ever.
51. t. For ever be impressed !
WHEN Jesus hung upon the cross, d
5 Thou canst true comfort to me yield Expiring to retrieve our loss,
Bereft of consolation,
Our serious meditation.
And with his father for them pleads,
(His matchless goodness showing); In thirst thou shalt my well-spring be, Hesaith.“ Forgive them; they know not In solitude my company,
What they to me are doing.”
Since thou art my salvation ? The object of his favor :
In pain my consolation ; [breast, “Be with me, and for ever."
• Behold thy son, O mother; Thou art, when storms of trials blow, O John, thy mother there behold.”
Thus, Christians, love each other.
5 Hark! how the meek&suff’ring Lanb 7 When I in heav'n shall rest with thee, Doth on the cross," I thirst” exclaim; Thou God of my salvation,
Such thirst the Lord sustained
Joy for his grief hath gained,