The bonds and scourges tearing, Which thou, my God, wast bearing, My soul, my soul deserv'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, Lest I its sting should prove; 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 3 15 Thy sighs and groans unnumber'd, Convoy me to thy arms and breast, 89.* T. 165. Led, THOUSAND times by me be greet- 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 I'll take it for a mirror To guilt, but seal of truth and love. 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 Ilearn. 13 From thence I'll be taught truly, How to be pure and holy, Resign'd, compos'd and still; 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, Or which on myself I've brought; 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: 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 eyes, Let me wake in paradise, And in endless bliss and glory With the saints in heav'n adore thee. 90.* T. 168. JESUS, Source of my salvation, Feel what I deserv'd to feel: Thousand, thousand thanks to thee, 2 O how basely wast thou used, Buffeted and spit upon! 3 Lord, thy deep humiliation 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. And the load which on thee lay: 4 Lord, in ev'ry sore oppression, my my troubled heart at ease, And affords a demonstration Of thy love and 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 confidence, my That thy deep humiliation Hath procured my salvation, 92.* T. 126. O Lord, when condemnation The rising storm control: Remind me, that thy sacred blood Hath cancell'd my transgressions By paying what I ow'd. 2 O wonder far exceeding All human thought and sense! 3 Though sins exceed a mountain, Of Jesus' blood hath pow'r And save me from that terror Which held me in dismay. 4 My heart, while here 'tis moving, Shall beat with fervent praise To thee, who art so loving To the lost human race: 5 Lord, let thy bitter passion Be 8 When I give up my spirit To thee my Judge and God, O then apply the merit Of thy atoning blood; And let my faith its pow'r display, And rest upon thy promise To save me in that day. 93.* T. 167. 2 Love, so strikingly displayed Dragg'd before the judgment-seat: Love, who for my soul's salvation, Willingly didst shed thy blood, Through thy death and bitter passion I am reconcil'd to God. 3 Love, who as my bleeding Saviour Didst my heart in righteousness Unto thee betroth for ever, Ah, I thank thee for thy grace: Love, who thus himself engaged, Let my mis'ry and my smart Now entirely be assuaged In thy wounded bleeding heart. 4 Love, who hast for me endured Death upon the accursed tree, And eternal bliss procured, Fill my soul with love to thee. Lord, how hast thou captivated My else cold and lifeless heart! Let me till to heav'n translated Never more from thee depart. T. 216. 94.* A Lamb went forth, and bare the guilt Of all the world together, Most patiently his blood he spilt To pay for ev'ry debtor; He freely took sin's heavy load, To reconcile us unto God; All comfort he refused: He underwent reproach and blame, Death on the cross, with stripes and And said, "I freely choose it."[shame, 2 This Lamb is God omnipotent, The sovereign Creator, The Son, who by the Father sent, Assum'd our feeble nature; O love no human tongue can tell, 3 Jesus, I never can forget The pangs thou hast sustained; In life and death I will be thine, Thy holy name be praised! For ever be impressed! Thou on my head wilt place a crown, In bliss no tongue can utter. 95.* By thy bitter passion; In the meditation On the pain and deep distress, Which thou hast endured! 2 Jesus, who hast once been dead, Kindly me relievest, Faithful Lord and Saviour, 96.* T. 51. WHEN Jesus hung upon the cross, Sev'n dying words he spoke which claim Our serious meditation. 2 First for his foes he intercedes, What they to me are doing." At home and on a journey. 7 When I in heav'n shall rest with thee, 4 Thus, Christians, love each other. 6 Next take to heart his anguish great, When, press'd beneath sin's pond'rous weight, All comfort from him taken, He cries aloud, "My God, my God, Why hast thou me forsaken ?" 7" 'Tis finish'd," was the solemn word, When for mankind our dying Lord 8 The last, attention due demands: I recommend my spirit !" 9 All those who here enjoy, by faith, 97. T. 168. O BEHOLD your Saviour wounded, Ah, Behold, behold the man! 2 Oh! this makes me think with sighing I'm the cause: Behold the Man! Then his love which I'm enjoying, Comforts me: Behold the Man! Ah! that terribly abused Countenance so marr'd and bruised, Makes my eyes with tears o'erflow, Till to him I've leave to go. 3 Wounded head, back plough'd with furrows, Visage marr'd: Behold the Man! Eyes how dim, how full of sorrows, Sunk with grief: Behold the Man! Lamb of God, led to the slaughter, Melted, poured out like water; Should not love my heart inflame, Then felt the pow'rs of hell below Thy aim was then by right obtained, 2 Thou, who the nail-prints dost retain, Tho' to thy glorious throne ascended, Whose side's incision doth remain, And thorn-marks which thy head once rended: This is thy most transcendent form Which doth our hearts transport and warm, As thou the cross upon didst languish, Or, as thy body, pale and dead, Extended there in keenest anguish; In the cold sepulchre was laid. 3 'Tis the most lovely attitude Wherein we can behold our Saviour, When by the eye of faith he's view'd, With blood and bruises stain'd all over. |