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ALL hail! thou Lamb of God,

Bearing sin's pond'rous load:
Thanks for thy agony,
Thy bloody sweat for me,
Thy suff'ring willingly;

All hail, 'midst pain and scorn,
Spit upon, crown'd with thorn,
And by the scourges torn!
All hail, in purple clad.

Sinners, sinners,
Ah! behold the Man!

Sinners, sinners,

Ah! behold the Man!

2 Bearing the cross's weight,
Thou mountest Calv'ry's height,
I weeping follow thee,
For all is done for me,
For me, thine enemy!
All hail! as in my stead,
Thou, a sin-off'ring made,
In torments bow'st thy head
Thanks for thy pierced side!
Sinners, sinners,

All ye who pass by,
Hearken, hearken,
Mark his dying cry!

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3 " 'Tis finish'd," Jesus cries,
He bows his head, and dies;*
The vail is rent in twain,
Burst is the captive's chain,
Man is restor❜d again!

All hail! in death though pale,
Victorious. Lamb! all hail!
Then did thine arm prevail;
O glorious sacrifice!
Ever, ever

To thy promis'd word
Faithful, faithful
Saviour, God and Lord!
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HAPPY meditation
On my Saviour's passion,
On his death and grave;
It can't be expressed
What a feeling blessed,

At such times I have,
When I Christ in spirit view,
In his suff'ring scenes revising
My Lord agonizing.

12 All the pains and sorrows He endured for us;

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All the tears he shed,

When he in the garden,
Bearing our sin's burden,
In soul's anguish pray'd:
Yea, each part of toil and smart
In soul excites a motion
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To intense devotion.

3 Soul, from toil reposing,
Languid eyes, just closing,
Side, pierc'd with a spear;
Limbs, to pain inured,
Feet, for me thro' bored,

Hands, the nails did tear ;
Head, by right divinely bright,
Crown'd with pointed thorns& bruised,
Spit on and abused;

4 Breast, which heaves with sorrows; Back, plough'd o'er with furrows,

From the scourges sore;

Arms, in pain extended,
Shoulders, raw and wounded,
Hair distain'd with gore ;
Sacred Lips, in death how pale!
Jesus Christ, thy bitter passion
Prompts my adoration.

5 Lamb of God, thus dearest
Thou to me appearest;

O might I each breath
Spend, while here I'm living,
In praise and thanksgiving
For thy wounds and death!
A poor sinner still I am,

Ah! behold me with compassion,
Grant me consolation.

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MET around the sacred tomb,

Friends of Jesus, why those tears? 'Midst this sad sepulchral gloom Shall your faith give way to fears? He will soon, ev'n as he said, Rise triumphant from the dead. 2 Hidden from all ages past Was the cross's mystery, Doubts awhile a veil had cast

O'er that first dear family; Till they saw him, and believ'd, And as Lord and God receiv'd.

3 Now with tears of love and joy,
We remember all his pain,
Sighs and groans and dying cry;
For the Lamb for us was slain,
And, from death our souls to save,
Once for us lay in the grave.
4 Hither, sinners, all repair,
And with Jesus Christ be dead,
All are safe from Satan's snare,

Who to Jesus' tomb have fled;
Here the weary and opprest
Find a never-ending rest.

5 Wounded Saviour, full of grace,
Hast thou suffer'd thus for me?
Ah! I hide my blushing face;
How have I requited thee?
Should not I with ardor burn
Some love's token to return?

6 But alas, the spark how small!
Scarcely seen at all to glow;
Lord, thou know'st how short I fall,
And my growth in grace how slow;
Yet when to thy cross Ifly,
Soon all strange affections die.
7 In thy death is all my trust,

I have thee my refuge made,
And when once consign'd to dust,
In the tomb my body's laid,
Then with saved souls above
I will praise thy dying love.

8 But while here I'm left behind,
Burden'd with infirmity,
May I help and comfort find,
Visiting Gethsemane,
Calvary and Joseph's tomb,
Till my sabbath's also come.

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Now haste, my soul, with awe and deep devotion,

To Joseph's tomb, thy Saviour to behold Laid in the dust, his body pale and cold. Ah! in thy stead he drank death's bitter potion:

He as a lamb was wounded, bruis'd and slain,

For thee eternal happiness to gain.

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NOW while I, like Mary, My best spices carry

To my Saviour's tomb; I'll behold his body

Mangled, pale, and bloody;

Now my sabbath's come.

But, alas;what spices has

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And Author of salvation!

My poor heart, save tears and crying, Thy unbounded love demands

Heart-felt throbs and sighing!

2 Lo! methinks his body,

There stretch'd out already,
Lifeless I béhold:

Yes, I view him yonder,
And astonish'd ponder
O'er him dead and cold,
Deep and wide--I see his side,
Livid wounds on ev'ry member
I see without number.

-3 Back, the scourges ploughed !
Side, whence blood-streams flowed!
Hands, and feet, and head!
Lips, o'er which death hover'd,
Now with paleness cover'd!

Cheeks, whose color's fled!
Bruised face still full of grace!
On this scene I gaze ashamed,
Weep whene'er 'tis named.
4 Lamb of God, my Saviour,
Thou shalt be for ever

My most fav'rite theme:
And for thy atonement,
Might I ev'ry moment
Praise thy saving name:
Constantly-thy passion be,
Till my final consummation,
My heart's meditation.

Humble adoration.

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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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MOST holy Lord and God!
Holy, almighty God!

Holy and most merciful Saviour!
Thou eternal God!
Grant that we may never
Lose the comforts from thy death!
Have mercy, O Lord!

VI. Of the Resurrection of Christ from the Grave.

130.* T. 132.

CHRIST Jesus was to death abas'd
Because of our transgression;
But now for us, by being rais'd,

Hath gain'd life and salvation.
'Tis this should prompt us to rejoice,
To praise the Lord with heart and voice,
In singing Hallelujah!

2 By none of all the human race

Could death and hell be foiled; Sin render'd all men weak and base, All ruin'd were and spoiled; Death having enter'd by the fall, Bore sway and was entail'd on all;

All sinners are by nature.

3 But Jesus Christ, the Son of God,
In love and great compassion,
To free us from sin's galling load,
Appear'd in human fashion:
He hath destroy'd sin's pow'r & claim,
And left death nothing but the name;
Its sting can't hurt believers.
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4 How great and wondrous was the

Life was by death assailed! [strife, But Jesus Christ, the Prince of life,

O'er sin and death prevailed; He triumph'd over them in death, And we are conqu'rors too by faith

In Christ our risen Saviour.

5 He is the blessed Paschal Lamb,
By God himself appointed:
The prophets all aloud proclaim
That he is the Anointed.
If on our hearts his blood appear,
We're freed from death's enslaving fear,
Subdu'd is that destroyer.

6 This is the day the Lord hath made To lively hopes to raise us : Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,

And join to sing his praises: For Christ, our everlasting light, Dispels the clouds of sin's dark night,

And all the pow'rs of darkness.

7 The bread of life we eat in faith
Is Jesus Christ our Saviour,
Who conquer'd Satan, sin, and death,
And liveth now and ever:
Our souls desire no other food,
But our Redeemer's flesh and blood,
Which gives us life eternal.

131.* T. 590.

SING Hallelujah, Christ doth live,

And peace on earth restore!
Come, ransom'd souls, and glory give,
Sing, worship and adore!
With grateful hearts to him we pay
Our thanks in humble wise:
Who ought unto our charge can lay?
'Tis God that justifies.

2 Who can condemn ? since Christ was
And ever lives to God; [dead,
Now our whole debt is fully paid,
He saves us by his blood.
The ransom'd hosts in earth and heav'n
Thro' countless choirs proclaim
"He hath redeem'd us; praise be giv'n

To God and to the Lamb!"

3 God rais'd him up, when he for all
Had freely tasted death,
And thus redeem'd us from the fall;
On this we ground our faith.
For God thereby his sacrifice.
Declar'd, unto his praise,
An all-sufficient ransom-price
For Adam's fallen race.

4 The God of peace to guilty man
Doth pard'ning grace afford,
Since from the dead he brought again
Our Shepherd, Head, and Lord;
That Shepherd who so freely shed

His blood for sinners poor;
Who dy'd, but now is ris'n indeed,

And lives for evermore.

5. The God of mercies let us praise,
Who saveth fallen men,
And by his pow'r which Christ did raise,
From death begets again
Us to a lively confidence,
That we for Jesus' sake
Shall of that blest inheritance,
Reserv'd for us, partake.

6 His resurrection's pow'r divine,
By grace on us bestow'd,
Renews us, that we dead to sin,
May live alone to God:
Thus we, supported by his might,
From strength to strength proceed;
And, walking in his truth and light,
Praise him in word and deed.
7 In all we do, constrain'd by love,
We'll joy to him afford,
And to God's will obedient prove

Thro' Jesus Christ our Lord.
Sing Hallelujah! and adore

Ön earth the Lamb once slain,
Till we in heav'n shall evermore
Exalt his name, Amen!

132. T. 590. BELIEVING souls, rejoice and sing,

Your risen Saviour see,
And say, "O death, where is thy sting?
O grave, thy victory?"
He dy'd your guilty souls to save;
Was bury'd in the gloomy grave,
And, dying, conquer'd death;

But re-assum'd his breath.
2 Rejoice, your conqu'ring Saviour
He lives,, to die no more; [lives,
And life eternal freely gives,

Since he our sorrows bore,
To all who their lost state bewail;
For Jesus' precious blood
Doth for each contrite soul prevail
Before the throne of God.

3 Sing praises to our risen Lord;
Life, immortality,
And lasting bliss are now restor'd
For all; for you and me.
Believe the wondrous deed,

my soul,

Adore his saving name;
Rejoice, ye saints, from pole to pole
His love and pow'r proclaim.

4 The Prince of life reclir'd his head,
Expiring on the cross;
But now the Lord is ris'n indeed,

Is ris'n and lives for us.
Rejoice, and in the dust adore

The Lamb for sinners slain;
He liveth now and evermore,
For evermore to reign.

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