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Both the water and the blood
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Wash the guilty creature.
CHRIST, who saves us by his cross,
Who in nought offended,

7 Joseph, having leave obtain'd,
He was in the night for us

And got spices ready,
Betray'd, apprehended,

From the cross (by love constrain’d)
Led before a wicked race,

Took our Saviour's body:

Had it, with all decent grace,
Falsely was accused,

To his own tomb carry'd;
Laugh’d at, mock’d, spit in the face,

Where the keepers for three days
Shamefully abused.

To secure it tarry'd.
2 In the morn, at the sixth hour,
He was led with fury,

8 Grant, o Christ, thou Son of God, Asa foe of civil pow'r,

Through thy bitter passion,
'Fore a heathen jury,

That we, as thy smart's reward,
Who him try'd, but found him free Joy in thy salvation:
Of th' imputed treason;

That we ever weigh the cause
Herod mocked him, yet he

Of thy death and suff'ring,
Found for death no reason.

Yea for this, though poor we are,

Bring thee our thank-off'ring!
3 At nine was the Son of God
By the scourges furrow'd,

And the thorny crown forc'd blood
From his sacred forehead.

O World, see thy Creator
With a purple garment mock'd,

Extended, like a traitor,
On all sides assailed,

Upon the cross's tree !
He must bear the cross to which

Behold him, while expiring,
He was to be nailed.

And for mankind acquiring
4 He at noon was on the cross

Thereby life, grace and liberty.
Rear'd for our transgression,
Where he pray'd and bled for us,

2 Draw near: thou wilt discover,

How blood and sweat all over
procure salvation :

His sacred body dyes;
The spectators shook their heads,
Had him in derision,

Out of his heart most noble,
Till the sun his beams withdrew

For inexhausted trouble,
From so sad a vision.

Sighs are successive foll'wing sighs.

3 Who hath thee thus abused,
5 At three Jesus cry'd, “ My God,

Dear Lord, and so much bruised
Why am I forsaken?”
Having vinegar and gall,

Thy most majestic face?
Which was offer'd, taken,

Thou art no sin's transactor,
He then yielded up the ghost!

Thou art no malefactor,
Pause, my soul, and wonder ;

Like others of the human race.
Then the temple's vail was rent, 4 I, I, and my transgressions,
Rocks cleft asunder.

Which by my own confessions
6 When the Lord of glory dy'd,

Exceed the sea-shore sands;
Not a bone was broken,

These, these have been the reason
But a soldier pierc'd his side

Of thy whole bitter season,
For a lasting token :

Of all thy bruises, stripes and bands,
From thence stream'd a double flood

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And fast for ever chained

Both hand and foot in hell ;

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The bonds and scourges tearing, How patiently to suffer,
Which thou, my God, wast bearing, When any to me offer

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
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

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
With patience never known before.
Convoy me to thy arms and breast.

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,
Ofinnocence, 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,
When he with wrath baptizeth;

That I ne'er forget, dear Saviour,
What thou hast endur'd for me :

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.

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Ś With the deepest adoration

91.* T. 165. Humbly at thy feet I lie;

CHRIST, thy wounds&bitter passion, 1

And, with ardent supplication,
Unto thee for succot cry;

Bloody sweat, cross, death, and tomb,

Be my daily meditation,
My petition kindly hear;

Till I to thy presence come.
Say, in answer to my pray'r :
" I will change thy grief and sadness When a sinful thought would start,
Into comfort, joy and gladness."

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
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
With the saints in heav'n adore thee. By thy wounds, thy pain and anguish,

All his vile intrusions vanquish.

3 Would the world with gay temptation

Draw me to its own broad
JESUS, Source of my salvation,


Let me think upon thy passion,
Conqu’ror both of death and hell!

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:
Thro' thy sufrings, death and merit, Can arm me, on each occasion,

Of the dying Lamb of God
I eternal life inherit;

To oppose th' infatuation.
Thousand, thousand thanks to thee,

4 Lord, in ev'ry sore oppression,
Dearest Lord, for ever be!

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.
Scourg'd and torn, and sorely bruised, Ah, the feeling of thy peace
Thou the heav'nly Father's Son :


troubled heart at ease,
Me, poor sinner, to deliver

And affords a demonstration
From the devil's pow'r for ever! Of thy love and


salvation. Thousand, &c.

5 All my hope and consolation,
3 Lord, thy deep humiliation

Christ, is in thy bitter death;
Paid for my presumptuous pride ;

At the hour of expiration,
I need fear no condemnation,

Lord, receive my dying breath,
Since for sinners thou hast dy'd :

Most of all, when I go hence,
Thou becam’st a curse, dear Saviour,

Let this be


To restore me to God's favor.

That thy deep humiliation
Thousand, &c.

Hath procured my salvation,
4 Lord, I'll praise thee now and ever
For thy bitter pain and smart,

O Lord, when condemnation
For thy agonizing shiver,

And guilt afflict my soul,
For thy wounds and pierced heart; Then let thy bitter passion
For thy stooping under sentence The rising storm control :
Of God's wrath and fiery vengeance : Remind me, that thy sacred blood
For thy death and love divine,

Hath cancelld my transgressions
Lord, I'll be for ever thine,

By paying what I ow'd,

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2 O wonder far exceeding

T. 167. All human thought and sense!

O The love wherewith I'm loved,
Heav’n’s Sov’reign was seen bleeding

O the undeserved grace ;
To wipe off my offence:
The Prince of life

Thou, O Love, by mercy moved,
gave up his breath

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.
The everlasting fountain
Of Jesus' blood hath pow'r

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.
To the lost human race :
Thy dying words and agony

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.
Contempt and worldly spite, Lord, how hast thou captivated
Help me to bear with patience ; My else cold and lifeless heart !
And always fix my sight

Let me till to heav'n translated
On that unerring rule of faith,

Never more from thee depart.
Thy blessed steps to follow,
Until my latest breath.
7 O may my life and labor

A Lamb went forth, and bare the guilt Express what thou hast done,

Of all the world together,
By love towards my neighbor, Most patiently his blood he spilt
By serving ev'ry one

To pay for ev'ry debtor;
Without self-int'rest or disguise; He freely took sin's heavy load,
And may thy pure example

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;


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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


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thou hast sustained; JESUS I am richly bless'd
I'll thee, long as my pulse doth beat,

By thy bitter passion;
Adore with thanks unteigned;

O how is my soul refresh'd
Yea, thou shalt be my heart's delight;

In the meditation
Thou, when I sink in death's dark night, On the pain and deep distress,
Shalt be my consolation;

Which thou hast endured!
In life and death I will be thine,

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,
I'll on thy service venture:

And dost help to me afford :
My life's wholestream for thee shall flow

Faithful Lord and Saviour,
O'may, by all I speak or do,

Give me what thy death procur’d, , Thy holy name be praised !

And I'm rich for ever.
And all that thou hast done for me,
Upon my heart indelibly


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,
In my life's ev'ry station;

Bereft of consolation,
In combat thou dost prove my shield, Sev’ndying words he spoke which claim
In grief my exultation;

Our serious meditation.
In happy hours, the source of joy; 2 First for his foes he intercedes,
And when all other meat doth cloy,

And with his father for them pleads,
support me;

(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.”
At home and on a jokney. 3 Weigh next the pardon and relief
o What harm can I from death sustain, Bestow'd on the repenting thief,

Since thou art my salvation ? The object of his favor :
From scorching heat thou art my screen, " To day thou shalt in paradise

In pain my consolation ; [breast, “Be with me, and for ever."
When gloomy thoughts surround my 4 Observe the sympathy and care
Thou, Lord, alone canst give me rest, which he for John and Mary bare:
'Tis by thy pow'r I conquer :

• Behold thy son, O mother; Thou art, when storms of trials blow, O John, thy mother there behold.”

vessel to and fro,

Thus, Christians, love each other.
My sure and stedfast anchor.

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
Thy blood and righteousness shall be For our salvation : but now he
My glorious decoration:

Joy for his grief hath gained,

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