361.* T. 146. LORD Jesus, who for me Hast endless bliss obtained, And as thy property

My soul by blood regained: Accept a weeping eye,

A warm and grateful heart, Tho' a thank-off'ring poor, Yet take it in good part.

2 Jesus, thy dying love

And thy blood-bought salvation, By day and night shall prove My fav'rite meditation. When I commune with thee, As tho' before mine eyes I saw thee bodily;

My faith this vivifies.

3 I look to Golgotha,

For me I view thee languish, And melt like wax away Before thy pain and anguish; By faith I see God's wrath In what on thee did fall, The fountain too and bath For offences all. my

4 Most gracious God and Lord! Mankind's almighty Saviour! Worthy to be ador'd

By all both now and ever! Those souls are blest indeed Who thee embrace by faith, As thou for us wast laid

Low in the dust of death. 5 In thee I trust by faith, Jesus, my God and Saviour; On thy atoning death

My soul shall feed for ever; Thy suff'rings shall remain Deep on my heart imprest, Thou Son of God and man! Till I with thee shall rest.

I revere-him with fear:
But his expiration
Yields me consolation.

2 Heart-reviving is the view
Of our lovely Saviour;
Him our highest Good to know,
Be our whole endeavour;
We're unclean,-full of sin,
But the stripes of Jesus
Heal all our diseases.

3 Lamb of God, all praise to thee!
Thou hast vict'ry gained,
And upon the cross for me
Endless bliss obtained ;
Thou art mine,-I am thine;
May my whole demeanor
To thy name give honor.

363.* T.

T. 97.

THANKS to the Man of sorrows be,
To Jesus Christ, who set us free
From sin and death, when on the cross
He suffer'd to retrieve our loss;

Had he not shed his blood our debt to
pay,
[prey.
We still had been the devil's wretched

2 O had not Jesus' blood been shed,
Life would a burden be indeed,
No comfort could we ever find,

No
ray of hope to cheer our mind;
But now on earth we may enjoy his grace,
And humbly hope in heav'n to see his
face.

3 Rise, brethren, we to all the earth Our Lord's atonement will set forth, Will love our Master unto death, And humbly cleave to him by faith. Lord Jesus, be thou prais'd eternally, If there no Jesus were, what should we be !

364.* T. 146. WE sinners void of good,

Defil'd by sin and stained,
Yet bought with Jesus' blood,
Who our salvation gained,
As helpless, vile and poor,
Appear before his face,
And humbly him adore
For our blest lot of grace.

2 When we thy mercy weigh,

How nails and scourges tore thee, Our debt immense to pay;

We melt in tears before thee: Thy pain, thy stripes and wounds, Thy death, thou slaughter'd Lamb, Whence all our bliss redounds,

Our grateful praises claim.

3 Eternal thanks be thine,
Author of our salvation !
Thou didst our hearts incline,
T'accept thy invitation;
We are thy property,
O may we thine abide;

This is our only plea,

That thou for us hast dy'd.

365.*

T. 15.

THY blood, thy blood the deed hath wrought,

That won me for thee, Saviour; Else had I never on thee thought,

Nor come to thee for ever.

2 Tho' I'm a sinful creature still,

I have a full exemption From serving since, since thou didst quell Its pow'r by thy redemption. 3 I feel how much in debt I am,

This makes me oft ashamed; Yet as thy purchase, slaughter'd Lamb, I am thro' grace esteemed.

4 O let me thee behold in faith, As thou for me wast wounded; And trust in thy atoning death,

Whereon my bliss is grounded.

5 Thy mercy ne'er from me remove; But under thy direction, Let me experience, while I live

On earth, thy kind protection.

6 May this each day be my employ,
The fruits of thy blest passion
Still more completely to enjoy,
And taste thy great salvation.
7 Till I shall once behold thy face,

In endless bliss and glory,
And for the wonders of thy grace,
With humble thanks adore thee.

Thy bitter suff'rings, death and blood
Remain my heart's confession;
Thee, the great Author of my frame,
Thankful I call the slaughter'd Lamb,
Thy love is past expression.
For joy-weep I

O'er thy bloody-wounded body,
For thy passion

Hath procur'd for me salvation.

2 Thy blood was shed for me, I know, For my redemption did it flow;

O sweetest consolation!
Now nothing in the world beside
Can make me truly satisfy'd,

There is-true bliss,

But thy blood-bought salvation :

Virtue healing-all that's ailing,
Strength supplying

Life, altho' my flesh be dying.

367. T. 228.

O HAPPY hour! by faith I see
My suff'ring, dying Lord for me

Upon the cross outstretched;
If from my view this should depart,
I then should feel a piercing smart,
Yea I should be most wretched :
But he knows me

To be feeble,-and not able
For a moment

To live without his atonement.

2 A sinner I, and full of blame; But" Saviour" is his precious name;

He nothing will deny me; His blood was shed for me, I know, Thence blessings in abundance flow, Nought else could.satisfy me. My God!-thy blood

Still can wash me-and refresh me; It is cleansing,

God,

Pardon, life, and grace dispensing.
3 Therefore I'll ever view my
His body cover'd o'er with blood,
His soul with grief oppressed;

LAMB of God beloved,
Once for sinners slain,
Thankful we remember,
What thou didst sustain;
Nothing thee incited

But unbounded grace,
To bear condemnation
In the sinners' place.

2 This fills me with rapture, That thou bar'st my smart, And thy dying figure Captivates my heart; Since thou by thy passion

Didst for me atone, I myself surrender

To thee, as thine own.

3 In thy wounds, O Jesus! I have found true peace; Thou in all distresses

Art my hiding-place; Unto thee I'll ever

Look with humble faith, And rejoice, and glory In thy wounds and death.

4 I unworthy sinner

Lie before thy throne; Tho' I scarce am able

369. T. 341. 'TIS done, my God hath dy'd, My love is crucify'd. Break, this stony heart of mine,

Pour my eyes a ceaseless flood, Feel, my soul, the pangs divine,

2 To love thee, Lord,-ah! this

Ev'n here is heav'nly bliss; With thy love my heart inspire, There by faith for ever dwell; This I always will desire, Nothing but thy love to feel. 3 He bore the curse of all, A spotless criminal:

Burden'd with our crimes and guilt,
Blacken'd with imputed sin,
Man to save his blood he spilt,

Dy'd, to make the sinner clean.
4 Join earth and heav'n to bless
The Lord our Righteousness;
Sinn'd we ALL, and dy'd in One;

Just in One we ALL are made: Christ the law fulfill'd alone,

Dy'd for all, for all obey'd.

5 In him complete I shine, His death, his life is mine; Fully am I justify'd;

Free from sin, and more than free, Guiltless, since for me he dy'd, Righteous, since he liv'd for me!

6 Jesus! to thee I how,

Approach thee humbly now. O the depths of love divine! Who thy wisdom's stores can tell? Knowledge infinite is thine, All thy ways unsearchable.

His mercy, love and grace;
He bore most willingly-For me
God's fiery wrath,

Which caus'd his death,

When on the cross

3 By his blood shed,-The Lamb hath paid

My ransom price,

Offer'd a sacrifice

Well-pleasing unto God;-His blood
For me avail'd,-And never fail'd
To give me peace

And solid happiness.

tears,

-

371. T. 205. LAMB of God, thy precious blood, Healing wounds, and bitter death, Be our trust, our only boast,

Blessed object of our faith! Thy once marred countenance Comfort to our hearts dispense, By thy anguish, stripes and pain May we life and strength obtain. 2 We adore thee evermore, Jesus, for thy boundless grace; For thy cross-whereby for us

Thou hast gain'd true happiness; For thy death which sets us free From sin's cruel slavery; For thy all-atoning blood, Which hath brought us nigh to God. 3 What can we now give to thee, For thy unexampled love! We're unclean-and full of sin,

Till thou dost our guilt remove;
All that's good in us, we own,
Is not ours, but thine alone;
Unto us belongeth shame;
But all glory to thy name.
4 Thro' thy grace, may we always
Put our trust in thee by faith,
And rely-eternally

On thy meritorious death:
Fill our hearts with constant peace,
Till in thee we end our race,
And shall thee for evermore,
'Midst the ransom'd hosts adore.

2 'Tis then, with happy John, I view His body, mark'd with scars; Like Mary, I his feet bedew

With floods of sinner-tears;
I'm struck with this most charming sight
The Lamb of God is my delight,
The glory of the Trinity
In him by faith I see.

3 Free from the noisy, busy crowd,
Here would I ever stay,
And live in union with my God,
With Jesus night and day:
Extolling his unbounded love,
Till to his presence I remove,
Ι
And there, in higher notes of praise,
My Hallelujahs raise.

373. T. 166.

WHAT praise unto the Lamb is due! How should this theme our souls inspire When we his boundless love review,

And see him in his blood expire! Who can describe how much he lov'd, Or paint that strong and fervent zeal, With which his tender heart was mov'd, When he sustain'd the of hell! pangs 2 While others make the law their aim, Thence count their gain, thence mourn their loss,

We'll know, and seek no other name Than Jesus bleeding on the cross; Jesus, the mourning sinner's feast,

The true believer's only Good; He longs to give, we long to taste

Our meat and drink his flesh and blood. 3 In lively colors, Jesus, draw [breast; Thy bleeding wounds within my And make thy dying love my law, Till sin is wholly dispossest: