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I O sacred Head, now wounded!

With grief and shame weighed down;

Now scornfully surrounded

With thorns, Thine only crown!
O sacred Head! what glory,

What bliss till now was Thine!
Now all despised and gory,

I joy to call Thee mine.

2 On me, as Thou art dying,

Oh, turn Thy pitying eye!
To Thee for mercy crying,
Before Thy cross I lie.
Thine, Thine the bitter passion,
Thy pain is all for me;

Mine, mine the deep transgression,
My sins are all on Thee.

3 The joy can ne'er be spoken,
Above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken
I thus with safety hide.
My Lord of life, desiring
Thy glory now to see,
Beside the cross expiring,
I'd breathe my soul to Thee.
4 What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For all this dying sorrow,

Of all my woes the end?
Oh, can I leave Thee ever?
Then do not Thou leave me:
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to Thee.

5 Be near when I am dying;

Then close beside me stand;
Let me, while faint and sighing,
Lean calmly on Thy hand:
These eyes new faith receiving,
From Thine eye shall not move;
For he who dies believing,

Dies safely in Thy love.

St. Bernard of Clairvaux, xii Cent.

Rev. Paul Gerhart, 1659. Rev. James Waddell Alexander, 1830, 1849.

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REST. L. M.

WM. B. BRADBURY, 1844.

I Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep!
From which none ever wake to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes.

2 Asleep in Jesus! oh, how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet!
With holy confidence to sing

That death has lost its venomed sting.

3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest!

Whose waking is supremely blest;
No fear-no woe, shall dim the hour
That manifests the Saviour's power.

4 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me
May such a blissful refuge be:
Securely shall my ashes lie,
Waiting the summons from on high.

5 Asleep in Jesus! time nor space

Debars this precious hiding-place:
On Indian plains. or Lapland snows,
Believers find the same repose.

6 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be;
But thine is still a blessed sleep,
From which none ever wake to weep.

Mrs. Margaret Mackay, 1832.

WOODWORTH. L. M.

WM. B. BRADBURY, 1849.

I Just as I am, without one plea

But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,

O Lamb of God, I come!

BpC 487
BpN 283
BpS 656
COA 345
CoC 333

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2 Just as I am, and waiting not

To rid my soul of one dark blot,

O Lamb of God, I come!

COR

LuC

366

To Thee, Whose blood can cleanse each spot, Lus 311

3 Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come!

4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind,
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come!

5 Just as I am; Thou wilt receive,

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come!

6 Just as I am; Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down:
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come!

Miss Charlotte Elliott, 1836.

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LOWELL MASON, 1859.

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I Nearer, my God, to Thee;
Nearer to Thee!

E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me,

Still all my song shall be,

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

2 Though like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,

My rest a stone,—
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

3 There let the way appear
Steps unto heaven:

All that Thou sendest me
In mercy given;

Angels to beckon me

Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee!

4 Then with my waking thoughts

Bright with Thy praise,

Out of my stony griefs

Bethel I'll raise,

So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

5 Or if on joyful wing

Cleaving the sky,

Sun, moon and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,

Still all my song shall be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee!

Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams, 1841.