Team,

SS,

2 I, sinful worm, with awe before him

113. T. 583.

Now freely floweth

On him, who Jesus knoweth
I Kneel in spirit at my.

Saviour's cross,

As Lord and God. :/: Where he in blood expired for his foes : eace !

With deepest rev'rence humbly I adore 4 We are redeem'd,

Mydying Lord who all my sorrows bore. Redeem'd to endless bliss, !

Our souls rejoice at this;
lyd
bow,

(view : We see our debt discharged,
While I the deep unfathom'd mystry Our ransom paid: :ll:
Poor man must highly valu'd be indeed, 5 O sing again,
For whom so great a ransom-price was Sing still in higher strain
paid.

[maintain, Unto the Lamb once slain; Food

3 This blessed truth I firmly will Bring for salvation Ei

That my Creator for my sins was slain: Praise, thanks and adoration,

May this constrain me gladly to obey, Hallelujah! :|: SS, And love the Lord, who took my sins

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THERE is a fountain fillid with blood 114.

Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
T. 232.

And sinners plung'd beneath that flood
BEHOLD, my soul, the Lamb of God Lose all their guilty stains.
Baptiz’dwith tearsandsweat,and blood, 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
Spent, comfortless, forsaken:

That fountain in his day;
See, how he bows his head and dies,

And there have I, as vile as he,
While to the world the sun denies

Wash'd all my sins away..
His light, and rocks are shaken.
My dear Redeemer, let thy smart

3 E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream, Subdue my cold and lifeless heart;

Thy flowing wounds supply,
Teach me thy dying love to know,

Redeeming love hath been my theme, e! And in return with love to glow:

And shall be till I die, ilt , Thy love divine-My heart incline,

4 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
Lord, to be thine,

I'll sing thy pow'r to save;
Till I in death my soul resign.

When this poor lisping, stamm'ring

Lies silent in the grave. (tongue 115.* T. 588.

T. 151.

THY blood so dear and precious, ;
Salvation's finish'd now!

Love made thee shed for me:
Redeemed sinners bow,

O may I now, dear Jesus, d, Adore and wonder,

Love thee most fervently:
That earth and heaven's Founder May the divine impression
Now sinks in death. ::

Of thy atoning death,
2 Look up and see,

And all thy bitter passion,
By faith look

Ne'er leave me while I've breath. and

up see,
i His heart was pierc'd for thee;

T. 583.
The Rock of
ages,

[God I see, Whose stream thy thirst assuages,

WHENE'ER the suffring Lamb of Was rent for thee.

It raiseth grief and joy alternately; 3 The precious flood

Grief, since I caus'd him all his bitter Of water and of blood,

pain, Of sin-atoning blood,

Joy, since thereby he life forme did gain.

gire

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"Tis finish'd now,

118.*

119. 7. 240.

12 All the pains and sorrows ALL hail ! thou Lamb of God,

He endured for us ;

All the tears he shed,
Bearing sin's pond'rous load:
Thanks for thy agony,

When he in the garden,
Thy bloody sweat for me,

Bearing our sin's burden,

In soul's anguish pray'd :
Thy suff'ring willingly;
All hail, 'midst pain and scorn,

Yea, each part of toil and smart

In my soul excites a motion
Spit upon, crown'd with thorn,

To intense devotion.
And by the scourges torn!
All hail, in purple clad.

3 Soul, from toil reposing, Sinners, sinners,

Languid eyes, just closing, Ah! behold the Man !

Side, pierc'd with a spear; Sinners, sinners,

Limbs, to pain inured, Ah! behold the Man !

Feet, for me thro' bored,

Hands, the nails did tear ; 2 Bearing the cross's weight, Thou mountest Calv'ry's height,

Head, by right divinely bright,

Crown'd with pointed thorns& bruised, I weeping follow thee, For all is done for me,

Spit on and abused; For me, thine enemy!

4 Breast, which heaves with sorrows; All hail! as in

my
stead,

Back, plough'd o'er with furrows,
Thou, a sin-off'ring made,

From the scourges sore; In torments bow'st thy head; Arms, in pain extended, Thanks for thy pierced side!

Shoulders, raw and wounded, Sinners, sinners,

Hair distain'd with gore; All who

Sacred Lips, in death how pale ! Hearken, hearken,

Jesus Christ, thy bitter passion Mark his dying cry!

Prompts my adoration. 3 “ 'Tis finishid,” Jesus cries,

5 Lamb of God, thus dearest He bows his head, and dies;'

Thou to me appearest; : The vail is rent' in twain,

O might I each breath Burst is the captive's chain,

Spend, while here I'm living,
Man is restor'd again!

In praise and thanksgiving
All hail! in death though pale, For thy wounds and death!
Victorious Lamb! all hail !

A poor sinner still I am,
Then did thine arm prevail;

Ah! behold me with compassion,
O glorious sacrifice !

Grant me consolation.
Ever, ever
To thy promis'd word

121.

T. 581. Faithful, faithful

MET around the sacred tomb, Saviour, God and Lord!

Friends of Jesus, why those tears ? 'Midst this sad sepulchral gloom

Shall HAPPY meditation

your faith give way to fears?

He will soon, ev'n as he said,
On my Saviour's passion,
On his death and grave;

Rise triumphant from the dead.
It can't be expressed

2 Hidden from all ages past What a feeling blessed,

Was the cross's mystery, At such times I have,

Doubts awhile a veil had cast
When I Christ in spirit view,

O'er that first dear family;
In his sufforing scenes revising Till they saw him, and believ'd,

And as Lord and God receiv’d.
My Lord agonizing.

ye

pass by,

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T. 208.

zised

DWS;

3 Now with tears of love and joy,

2 For worthless me (O Godlike conWe remember all his pain,

descension !)
Sighs and groans and dying cry:

The Maker of creation's boundless
For the Lamb for us was slain, sphere,
And, from death our souls to save,

Whom all celestial hosts as Lord revere,
Once for us lay in the grave.

Whose pow'r divine is past their com4 Hither, sinners, all repair,

prehension,

Became a man, my guilty soul to save, And with Jesus Christ be dead,

And rests from labor in the silent grave. All are safe from Satan's snare,

Who to Jesus' tomb have fled; s Here is the place where weary souls Here the weary and opprest

may tarry; Find a never-ending rest.

Tho' near the dead, death can no pow'r 5 Wounded Saviour, full of grace, assume,

Hast thou suffer'd thus for me? For life, eternal life rests in this tomb. Ah! I hide my blushing face ; Come then, my pardon'd soul, with How have I requited thee?

humble Mary

(sleep; Should not I with ardor burn

Behold thy wearied Master sweetly Some love's token to return?

Admire his matchless love, adore and

weep. 6 But alas, the spark how small!

Scarcely seen at all to glow; 4 I view in thee, thou wan and man-
Lord, thou know'st how short I fall, gled body,

And my growth in grace how slow; My Lord, Redeemer, Priest and Sacri-
Yet when to thy cross I fly,

fice,
Soon all strange affections die. The Bread of life, the Pearl of greatest
7 In thy death is all my trust,

price, I have thee my refuge made,

My soul's Belov'd, the Fairest, white And when once consign’d to dust,

and ruddy; In the tomb my body's laid,

The promis'd Seed, the Lord our
Then with saved souls above

Righteousness,
I will praise thy dying love.

The long-predicted Lamb and Prince
8 But while here I'm left behind,
Burden'd with infirmity,

5 Here will I stay, engag'd in contemMay I help and comfort find,

plation Visiting Gethsemane,

On my Redeemer's agony and death; Calvary and Joseph's tomb,

This shall increase and fix my wav'ring Till my sabbath’s also come.

faith In thee, the Finisher of my salvation;

Yea, in my soul and body mortify 122. T. 114.

The sins which did my Jesus crucify. Now haste, my soul, with awe and 6 Thou Lord of life! fix thou my

soul deep devotion,

and senses To Joseph's tomb, thy Saviour to behold On thee, the dearest object of my heart; Laid in the dust, his body pale and cold. That when from this vain world I shall Ah! in thy stead he drank death’s bit depart, ter potion :

And when the awful scene of death
He lamb

was wounded, bruis'd and commences,
slain,
For thee eternal happiness to gain.

I may resign my spirit unto thee,
And in thy presence live eternally.

of peace.

as a

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Is an open

7 Meanwhile I'll love and thank with.

T. 45 out cessation Thee, my Redeemer, who my soul O Deepest grief,—which the relief hast bought,

of mankind hath procured ! And me a wand'ring sheep in mercy God's beloved only Son sought!

In a tomb was buried. Accept my tears, my pray'r and adoration;

2 Ye sons of men, this doleful plan
To thee my life, my all I now resign Was laid by your transgression;
In life and death; o keep me ever What Christ suffer'd for your guilt
thine!

Is beyond expression.
123.
T. 208.

3 The Lamb of Godshed all his

blood, Now while 1, like Mary,

Which flow'd upon the mountain ; My best spices carry

This for all iniquity To my Saviour's tomb;

fountain. I'll behold his body Mangled, pale, and bloody;

4 O Prince of Peace,--thou Source of Now my sabbath's come.

grace, But, alas; what spices has

And Author of salvation !
My poor heart, save tears and crying, Thy unbounded love demands

Humble adoration,
Heart-felt throbs and sighing!
? Lo! methinks his body,

5 How blest he is-who weigheth this, There stretch'd oat already,

That God became his Saviour, Lifeless I behold:

To bestow eternal life
Yes, I view him yonder,

Upon him for ever!
And astonish'd ponder
O'er him dead and cold,

6 O Jesus blest!--my heart's true test, Deep and wide I see his side,

Be thou '

my soul's desire, Livid wounds on ev'ry member

Till I too can in my tomb I see without number.

From this world retire.. 3 Back, the scourges plonghed ! Side, whence blood-streams flowed !

Hands, and feet, and head! Lips, o'er which death hover'd,

SLAUGHTER'D Lamb, :;: Now with paleness cover'd !

My Redeemer! while I view Cheeks, whose color's fled!

Thee by faith, I'm lost in wonder; Bruised face-still full of grace!

Grateful tears my cheeks bedew: On this scene I gaze ashamed,

Blessed Saviour, when I Weep whene'er 'tis named.

ponder

On the cause of all thy grief & smart, 4 Lamb of God, my Saviour,

Melts

my Thou shalt be for ever most fav’rite theme:

2 Holy Lord, :11: And for thy atonement,

By thy body giv'n to death, Might I ev'ry moment

Mortify my sinful nature Praise thy saving name:

Till I yield my dying breath. Constantlythy passion be,

Ah, protect thy feeble creature, Till my final consummation,

Till I shall in heav'n for ever be, My heart's meditation,

Lord, with thee. :/:

CHRIST

is this

125.

T, 119.

By now Could a rend All ru

heart. :Il:

All si

My

126.

T. 11.

128. T. 205.

aid Go my soul, go ev'ry day,

To the tomb where Jesus lay;
Be

my members with him dead,
Be his sepulchre my bed.
2 Boldest foes dare never come,

Near my Saviour's sacred tomb; =;

Evil never can molest
Those who near his body rest.

RESTING in the silent grave,

Spent with torment, pangs and cries,
See the Lord God, strong to save!

Him, whose thunders shake the skies!
'Twas for me he groan'd, he bled,
And was number'd with the dead;
Sacred body, with amaze,
Thankfully on thee I gaze.

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T. 519.

127.*

T. 185.
WHEN I visit Jesus' grave in spirit,
It is never done in vain ;

MOST holy Lord and God!
Since 'tis only from his death and merit Holy, almighty God!

I can life and strength obtain: Holy and most merciful Saviour !
Jesus'cross, his last hours in his passion, Thou eternal God!
Jesus'stripes,his wounds and expiration, Grant that we may never
Jesus' body and his blood

Lose the comforts from thy death!
Shall remain my highest good.

Have mercy, O Lord !

VI. Of the Resurrection of Christ from the Grave.

T. 132.

130. *

4 How great and wondrous was the CHRIST Jesus was to death abas'd

Life was by death assailed! (strife,

But Jesus Christ, the Prince of life,
Because of our transgression;

O'er sin and death prevailed;
But now for us, by being rais'd,

He triumph'd over them in death,
Hath gain'd life and salvation.
'Tis this should prompt us to rejoice,

And we are conqu’rors too by faith

In Christ our risen Saviour.
To praise the Lord with heart and voice,
In singing Hallelujah !

5 He is the blessed Paschal Lamb, 2 By none of all the human race By God himself appointed:

Could death and hell be foiled ; The prophets all aloud proclaim
Sin render'd all men weak and base, That he is the Anointed.
All ruin'd were and spoiled; If on our hearts his blood

appear,
Death having enter'd by the fall, We're freed from death's enslaving fear,
Bore
sway

and was entaild on all; Subdu'd is that destroyer.
All sinners are by nature.
3 But Jesus Christ, the Son of God, 6 This is the day the Lord hath made
In love and great compassion,

To lively hopes to raise us :
To free us from sin's galling load, Let heav’n rejoice, let earth be glad,
Appear'd in human fashion:

And join to sing his praises:
He hath destroy'a sin's pow'r & claim, For Christ, our everlasting light,
And left death nothing but the name; Dispels the clouds of sin's dark night,
Its sting can't hurt believers,

And all the pow'rs of darkness.
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