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2. Glory to our great Creator, Here among as thou wilt be,
Glory in the highest strain, We rejoice alone in thee,
Here thy name we will record, i
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WISDOM and pow'r to Christ be1006.
long, REJOICE in Jesus' birth,
Who left his glorious thrope, To us a Son is giv’n,
The new, the blessed gospel-song
Is due to him alone;
Join with the highest seraphs' lays, 2. His arm supports the sky,
To us, to us God's Son is givin,
The Lord of earth and heav'n.
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see, Beyond the angels' ken,
Array'd in feeble, frail humanity, Yet He, whom heav’nly hosts adore, Astoiling, resting sleeping, or awake,
Still pleads the cause of men. Deeply abas'd lowo,'twasfor my sake. 4. Our Counsellor we praise,
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MAN of sorrows and acquainted
With ourgriefs, what shall we say?
Never language yet hath painted
All the woes, that on thee lay:
Had I seen thee cloth'd in weakness,
Bearing our reproach and sickness, The glorious Prince of peace. To attend thee day and night 1007. T. 16.
Would have been my heart's delight.
2. O that to this heav'nly stranger WELCOME, blessed, heav'nly I had here my homage paid, stranger,
From his first sigh in the manger,
Me his own, and I had waited
In a constant liturgy.
I had watched ev'ry motion,
And my Lord my pattern made:
Thou the lofty heav'ns didst bow, Than on him, or far retired,
With lost man to dwell below; Fix'd, their wond'ring eyes to keep!
4. Tell me, little flock beloved,
There, where He made intercession, Ye, on whom shone Jesus' face;
I had pour’d forth my confession, What within
your souls then moved, And where for my sins he wept, When
ye felt his kind embrace? Praying, I the watch had kept. O disciple, once most blessed, As a bosom friend caressed,
6. Should I thus to thee have cleaved,
'Midst thy poverty and woes, Say, could e'er into thy mind Other objects entrance find!
On thee, as my Lord, believed,
Or perhaps have join'd thy foes? 5. Oft to pray'r, by night retreated, Ab! thy mercy I had spurned;
See him from all search withdrawn; But thyself my heart hast turned ; Tearful eyes, and sighs repeated Now thou know'st, beneath, above,
Witness'd still the morning dawn ;) Nought compar'd with thee I love,
II Of the SUFFERINGS and DEATH of CHRIST.
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From head and feet, and hands ex
tended; JESUS to thy garden lead us, Mark that last groan! He bows his To behold thy bloody sweat,
head! Tho' thou from the curse hast freed us, 'The tortur'd soul at length hạth fled,
Let us ne'er the cost forget; His heart-strings 'break! the conBe thy groans and cries rehearsed
flict's ended, By thy spirit in our ears,
4. Look up, my soul, by faith and see, Till we, viewing whom we pierced, Melt 'fore thee in grateful tears.
His heart was pierc'd, was pierc'd for 1013.*
Thence blood and water freely
streamed! I smite upon my guilty breast,
Blood to atope for beinous sid, And stand myself the cause confest
Water, to wash the sidner clean; Of all my Saviour bath sustained; On Olivet and Golgotha
Our debt is paid; we are redeemed, Deeply abas'd I gaze with awe, 5. Heart-piercing sight He bleeds, There, there He bliss for me obtained!
For guilty man a sacrifice, 2. O that my sins might find their The earth the sacred trust receiveth;
Soon shall he rise triumphantly, graye, There, wþere my God, my soul to And then with shouts aseend on high,
Where He to God for ever liveth, save, In sweat and blood lay agonizing! I weep, and feel both joy and pain;
1014*. T. 124. Saviour, till sight of thee I gain, May I this scene be oft revising!
JESUS, till my latest breath, 3. Behold, He sinks in death! 'tis On thy agony and death :
May I ponder
As thou yonder
Here, here is my resting place,
Here with Mary,
9. Yea I give my heart to thee, Both the guilt of sin I see,
Living, dying I will be
Thipe for ever;
From the tomb I once sball rise,
Freed from weakness,
I would meet thee;
ROUND Tabor heav'nly glories
But what on Olivet was done,
What signaliz'd mount Calvary,
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WHEN I survey the wondrous cross,
On which the prince of glory died, 5. In thy hands and feet I see
My richest gain I count but loss, Tokens bloody
And blush, ashamed of my pride; Of thy love to worthless me;
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast From thy body
In ought besides my ransom price, Drops of blood succeşşively
All the vain things which charm'd Now are streaming,
me most All with blessings teeming.
For Christ I freely sacrifice.
2. Behold the dying Lamb of God, 6. Jesus bows His head and dies!
And say, was grief like His e’er Dark’ning heaven,
known; Lo the sun his beams denies,
See from his woundsin streams ofblood Rocks are riven!
Sorrow and love flow mingled down; While earth's pillars shake, I find
What can I offer, that's noi thine ? In His passion
My thanks, O Lord, how short
Demands my soul, my life, my All.
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WITH grateful heart's sensation
At Jesus' feet I fall;
Him with deep adoration
Since he sustained death for me,
Upon th' accursed tree,
2. His stripes, whereby I'm healed, 2. Thereby inilam'd, my heart dotb A re precious to my soul,
burn His blood is now revealed,
In love to the Lamb slajn, The balm to make me whole, And grateful tears are the return His cry: “ My God, my God, Ah! I make him for his pain. wby,
T. 136. ** Why hast thou me forsaken ?" To God now brings me nigh.
( WEEP for joy,
And tender love's emotion, 3. In holy contemplation
When I Christ's sufl'rings trace with I day and night review
deep devotion, The theme of Christ's salvation From Olivet And find it ever new ;
o Calv’ry's bloody brow; My pulse shall to his honor beat,
When him with scoffing multitudes And till his blest appearing, surrounded Each breath his praise repeat. I view from head to foot for my traus4. Myself I now deliver
gressions wounded, Into his faithful hand,
Ah! then it is my blest employ, He will support me ever,
To weep for joy. Till I before him stand;
2. He died for me, Till then I never can foiget
For me became an offøring, That his atoning passion
My sin-sick soul He healeth by HiHath cancell'd all
His precious blood, 1018. T. 214.
For my redemption shed, THE slaughter'd Lamb, my Saviour, An open fountain is for my transgresRemains my sole delight,
I in his sacred wounds, those pledges My fav'rite theme for ever,
of salvation, My object day and night; The incense of his pray’rs,
Discover my election free.
He died for me.
1021.* T.151. My plaintive cry He hears. HERE am I blushing, weeping, 2. With God my habitation
A breeze of heav'nly bliss Upon mount Calvary,
From Jesus' cross perceiving, I'll fix without cessation;
Rejoicing that I'm bis; Here it is good to be!
To Him what shall I render, Thus from my Saviour's death My grateful heart to show? Deriving life by faith,
Did but my love more tender, Of heav'n I have a foretaste,
More ardent for him glow! Until my latest breath.
2. I was defil'd all over, 1019.*
Depraved and unclean;
His blood my guilt did cover, WHENEVER I my matchless And wash'd my soul from sin; friend
The time I well remember, In spirit suff'ring see.
When fillid with deepest awe, Again those stripes I call to mind, My name among the number, Which He endur'd for me.
Jo the Lamb's book I saw.
3. My Saviour's death and passion, (3. Thon richly dost deserve, that His anguish, grief and pain,
each pulsation Until my consummation,
Thy praises should express without My fav’rite theme remain;
cessation.' Himself hath sanctified
And that each drop of blood be 'The grave, my resting place,
hallow'd ever, And since for me He died,
To thee, my Saviour. I shall lie down in peace.
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WAS ever grief like thine, 1022.* T. 168.
Jesus, thou man of woe?
'The visage and the form divine THOU hast cancell'd my transgres Why was it marred so? sion,
That man by thee restor’d, Jesus, by thy precious blood, God's image might regain, May I find therein salvation, And by the sorrows of his Lord, Happiness and peace with God;
In joys eternal reign. And since thou, for sinners suff'ring, On the cross wast made an of’ring, UNTO Jesus cross I'm now retiring,
1025.* T. 185. From all sin deliver me, That I wholly thine may be.
There my Saviour's pierced feet,
(Dying love agrateful senseinspiring) 2. All the pain thou hast endured,
Bath'd in tears I humbly greet; All thy wounds, thy crown of thorn, Might I never lose this blest impresHands and feet, with nails thro'-bored, sion, The reproach, which thou hast But in spirit fix my happy station borne;
On those heights so dear to me, Thy back, ploughed with deep fur- Golgotha, Gethsemane. rows,
2. Might thy dying look,dearsuffering Cross and grave, and all thy sorrows, Saviour, Thy blood-sweat and agony,
Which subdu'd my stubborn heart, O Lord Jesus, comfort me! Me engage, and rule my whole be
Till I from this world depart;
Thus my mortal body I shall cherish, LAMB, for thy bonudless love I And as thine, with holy rev’rence praises offer,
pourish, That love, which urg'd thee in my Watching, praying, that I now stead to suffer,
May into thine image grow. While all the wrath, which I should 3. With a mind, from earthly cares have endured,
divested, On thee was poured.
Let me dwell by day and night,
Where the body of my Saviour rested, 2. How highly is poor man by thee Here I find supreme delight; esteemed:
Here 'tis good for me with pardon'd Thou gav'st thyself, that he might be Mary, redeemed,
At his sepulchre in faith to tarry, Take soul and body, Lord, as an Thus in blessed fellowship For all thy passion. (oblation, | With my Lord I wake and sleep.