...hath done* Behold thy Sorrow, Sin, and Grief, •".-••-, . . Are laid on GOD'S eternal SON. II. See ! from his Head, his Hands, his Feet, Sorrow and Love flow mingling down, Did e'er fuch Love, fuch Sorrow meet, Or Thorns compote fo bright a Crown ? -III."Were...

...LORD, 'that I mould boaft, Save in thecrofe-of Onaist my Gob ; All the vain things that charm me nfoft, I facrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingling down ! Did e'er fuch love, fuch forrow meet ? Or thorns compofe fo bright a crown ? 4 Were...

...that I fhould boaft, Save in the death of Chrift my God : All the vain things that charm'd me mofi,. I facrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands and feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er fuch love and lorrow meel, Or thorns compofe...

...Chrift my God : All the vain Things that charm me mart, I facrirke them to his Blood. 3 See from hi Head, his Hands, his Feet, Sorrow and Love flow mingled down \ Did e'er fuch Love and Sorrow meet ? Or Thorns compofe fo rich a Crown ? 4 Were the whole Realm of Nature mine, That were...

...mould boafi, Save in the death of Chill, my God r All the vain things that charm me moft, I iacrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feef, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet f Or thorns compofe fo...

...Chrift my Goe!'? How vain thofe things which charm me moft, When I can feel thy cleanfmg blood ! 2 See from his head — his hands — his feet — -"•" Sorrow and love flow mingling down ! Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet, Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown'? *' • i? •...

...fiiould boaft, But in the death of Chrifl, my God ; AJ1 the vain things that charm ma molt, I ftcrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands,...and love flow mingled down : Did e'er fuch love and for row meet ? Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown ? 4 His dying crimfon, like a robe, Spreads o'er his...

...the death of Chrift, my God ; All the vain things that charm me moft, I facrifice them to his blood. See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e'er fuch love and forrow.meet ? Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown ? His dying crimfon, like a robe, Spreads o'er his...

...my God: All the vain things that charm me moft, I facrifice them to his blood. See*from his head, N his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er fuel) love and forrow meet, Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown ? Were fhe whole realm of nature mine,...

...the death of Christ my God i All the vain things that charm me moit I sacrifice them to his blood. j. See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down '. 19 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? [4. His dymg crimson...