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6. His cross see your Saviour
Compelled to carry,
With patient behaviour,
Submitting, till weary,

And sore opprest-He sinks at last.

7 Just ready for slaughter,

The nail-holes they bored, While exquisite torture

He lamb-like endured;

Dumb did he bear-the pain severe.

8 The Lamb yonder nailed
Gain'd for us salvation,
Our pardon is sealed
By his bitter passion:

Ahealing stream-flows down from him.

9 O dear bleeding Saviour! I long to embrace thee,

While thousand drops cover,

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Hang on thee and grace thee;

And catch the juice-thy wounds diffuse.

10 For all thy wounds painful, Which glad I remember,

I hourly am thankful,

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And praise their whole number;

Me, dearest Lamb!-thou sav'st by them.

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O Head so full of bruises,

So full of pain and scorn, 'Midst other sore abuses

Mock'd with a crown of thorn! O head ere now surrounded

With brightest majesty,

In death now bow'd and wounded! Saluted be by me.

2 Thou countenance transcendent, Thou life-creating Sun

To worlds on thee dependent;
Now bruis'd and spit upon!
How art thou grown so sallow!
How are those gracious eyes,
Whose radiance knew no fellow,
Clouded in cruel wise!

3 Thy cheeks, through heavy dolor,
Are marred, fall'n, and wan;
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Thy lips, depriv'd of color,

Spoke heav'nly truth to man ;
Thy body, ah! how wasted,
Death's horror did reduce
Thy strength, and quite exhausted
Each drop of vital juice.

5 O Lord, what thee tormented,
Was my sin's heavy load!
I had the debt augmented
Which thou didst pay in blood:
Here am I, blushing sinner,

On whom wrath ought to light;
O thou my health's beginner!
Let thy grace cheer my sight.

5 Own me, Lord, my Preserver,
My Shepherd, me receive;
I know thy love's strong fervor
By all thy pain and grief.
Thou richly hast supplied

My soul with heav'nly food,
For which I've often sighed,
Thy holy flesh and blood.

6 I'll here with thee continue, (Though poor, despise me not) I'm one of thy retinue:

As were I on the spot, When, earning my election, Thy heart-strings broke in death; With shame and love's affection I'll watch thy latest breath.

7 O what a consolation

Doth in my heart take place,
When I thy toil and passion

Can in some measure trace;
Ah! should I, while thus musing
On my Redeemer's cross,
Ev'n life itself be losing,

Great gain would be that loss.

8 1 give thee thanks unfeigned,
O Jesus! Friend' in need!
For what thy soul sustained
When thou for me didst bleed;
Grant me to lean unshaken
Upon thy faithfulness,
Until from hence I'm taken

To see thee face to face."

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6 O boundless love! O love beyond

expression,

Constraining thee to choose such bitter passion!

I lived in the world's and sins enjoyment, Thou barest torment.

7 O greatest King! whose power is unbounded,

How can thy mercy be aright expounded? Mysterious depth! th' incarnate God is sighing, For sinners dying.

8. Thy dying love all other love doth swallow,

My mind to trace its limits is too shallow; For such compassion, and for love so tender, What shall I render?

9 One thing I'll gladly do to give thee pleasure,

No more to sin I'll yield in any mea

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of glory,

5 How highly wonderful is this pro-13 When thou shalt give to me a crown ceeding! The Shepherd for his wand'ring sheep is bleeding;

The Master pays for servants' misbehavior. That loving Saviour!

When all is swallow'd up that's transitory,

Then shall my voice be suited to the matter, And praise thee better.

T. 152. or 9.

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CHRIST, who saves us by his cross,
Who in nought offended,
He was in the night for us
Betray'd, apprehended,
Led before a wicked race,
Falsely was accused,
Laugh'd at, mock'd, spit in the face,
Shamefully abused.

2 In the morn, at the sixth hour,
He was led with fury,
As a foe of civil pow'r,
'Fore a heathen jury,

Who him try'd, but found him free
Of th' imputed treason;
Herod mocked him, yet he

Found for death no reason.

3 At nine was the Son of God
By the scourges furrow'd,
And the thorny crown forc'd blood
From his sacred forehead.
With a purple garment mock'd,
On all sides assailed,

He must bear the cross to which
He was to be nailed.

4 He at noon was on the cross

Rear'd for our transgression,
Where he pray'd and bled for us,
To procure salvation :
The spectators shook their heads,
Had him in derision,
Till the sun his beams withdrew
From so sad a vision.

5 At three Jesus cry'd, "My God,
Why am I forsaken ?"
Having vinegar and gall,

Which was offer'd, taken,
He then yielded up the ghost!
Pause, my soul, and wonder ;-
Then the temple's vail was rent,
Rocks were cleft asunder.

6 When the Lord of glory dy'd,

Not a bone was broken,

But a soldier pierc'd his side

For a lasting token:

From thence stream'd a double flood

Of a cleansing nature;

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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.

4 I, I, and my transgressions,
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.

5 I ought to have been pained, And fast for ever chained

Both hand and foot in hell;

The bonds and scourges tearing,
Which thou, my God, wast bearing,
My soul, my soul desery'd to feel.

6 I'll be with the beholders,
And see thee on thy shoulders

Bear my prodigious load: Thou tak'st the curse-infliction, Giv'st for it benediction;

Thy death procures my peace with God.

7 As Surety thou presentest Thyself, to die consentest

For me in debt all o'er;

A crown of thorns thou wearest,
All scorn and pain thou bearest,
With patience never known before.
8 Into death's jaws thou leaping
Provid'st for my escaping,

Lest I its sting should prove;
My curse and condemnation
Thou bear'st, for my salvation :

O most unheard-of fire of love! 9 The highest obligations Bind me through all life's stations, T'express my thanks to thee; Weak as I am and feeble, As far as I am able,

I'll yield thee service willingly.

10 While here on earth I'm living, I nothing have worth giving

To thee for all thy pain; Yet shall thy passion ever, Till soul and body sever

How patiently to suffer,
When any to me offer

Rude acts of malice and ill-will.
14 I'll be my flesh denying,
And gladly crucyfying,

With Christ, each sinful lust :
What in thy sight is odious
I'll leave, howe'er commodious,

By help and strength which thou be-
stow'st.

15 Thy sighs and groans unnumber'd,
And, from thy heart encumber'd,

The countless tears forth prest;
These shall at my dismission,
To final rest's fruition

Convoy me to thy arms and breast.

89.* T. 165.

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THOUSAND times by me be greet-
Jesus, who hast loved me,
And thyself to death submitted
For my treasons against thee.
Ah! how happy do I feel,
When 'fore thee I humbly kneel
At the cross where thou expiredst,
And true life for me acquiredst.
2 Jesus, thee I view in spirit,

Cover'd o'er with blood and wounds;
Now salvation, through thy merit,
For my sin-sick soul abounds.
O who can, thou Prince of Peace,
Who didst thirst for our release,
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

Shall raise

my admiration,

Where'er I turn or move;

I'll take it for a mirror

Of innocence, for terror

3 Heal me, O my soul's Physician,
Wheresoe'er I'm sick or sad;

All the woes of my condition
By thy balm be now allay'd:

Heal the hurts which Adam wrought,

To guilt, but seal of truth and love. Or which on myself I've brought;

12 How greatly man incenses
The Lord by his offences;

God's holiness how stern;
How rig'rous he chastiseth,
When he with wrath baptizeth;
This from thy suff'rings will I learn.
13 From thence I'll be taught truly,
How to be pure and holy,

Resign'd, compos'd and still;

If thy blood me only cover,

My distress will soon be over.

4 On my heart thy wounds for ever Be inscrib'd indelibly,

That I ne'er forget, dear Saviour,

What thou hast endur'd for me:
Thou'rt indeed my highest good,
End of all solicitude;
Let me, at thy feet abased,
Be to taste thy friendship raised.

5 With the deepest adoration Humbly at thy feet I lie; And, with ardent supplication, Unto thee for succor cry; My petition kindly hear; Say, in answer to my pray❜r: "I will change thy grief and sadness Into comfort, joy and gladness." 6 Jesus, at my dissolution

Take my longing soul to thee; Let thy wounds at the conclusion Of this life, my refuge be! When in death I close mine Let me wake in paradise, And in endless bliss and glory With the saints in heav'n adore thee.

90.* T. 168.

eyes,

JESUS, Source of my salvation, Conqu'ror both of death and hell! Thou who didst, as my oblation,

Feel what I deserv'd to feel;
Thro' thy suffrings, death and merit,
I eternal life inherit;

Thousand, thousand thanks to thee,
Dearest Lord, for ever be!

2 O how basely wast thou used,
Buffeted and spit upon!
Scourg'd and torn, and sorely bruised,
Thou the heav'nly Father's Son :
Me, poor sinner, to deliver
From the devil's pow'r for ever!
Thousand, &c.

3 Lord, thy deep humiliation
Paid for my presumptuous pride;
I need fear no condemnation,

Since for sinners thou hast dy'd: Thou becam❜st a curse, dear Saviour, To restore me to God's favor. Thousand, &c.

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

For thy agonizing shiver,

For thy wounds and pierced heart; For thy stooping under sentence Of God's wrath and fiery vengeance: For thy death and love divine, Lord, I'll be for ever thine.

91.* T. 165. CHRIST, thy wounds&bitter passion, Bloody sweat, cross, death, and tomb, Be my daily meditation,

Till I to thy presence come. When a sinful thought would start, Ready to seduce my heart, Thy sore pain effectually Me forbid with sin to dally. 2 Should my bosom with lewd passion Be inflam'd, and burn with sin, Let the thoughts of thine oblation Quench that spreading fire within. Would the tempter make his To my heart, Lord, grant I may 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 way; Let me think upon thy passion,

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And the load which on thee lay: Sure the sweat and precious blood Can arm me, on each occasion, Of the dying Lamb of God To oppose th' infatuation., 4 Lord, in ev'ry sore oppression, Let thy wounds be my relief; When I seek thine intercession, Add new strength to my belief, Ah, the feeling of thy peace Sets my troubled heart at ease, And affords a demonstration Of thy love and my salvation. 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 my confidence, That thy deep humiliation Hath procured my salvation, 92.* T. 126. O Lord, when condemnation And guilt afflict my soul, Then let thy bitter passion

The rising storm control: Remind me, that thy sacred blood Hath cancell'd my transgressions By paying what I ow'd.

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