DEATH OF CHRIST.

404. Godly Sorrow arising from the Sufferings of Christ. (C. M.)

1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed!

And did my Sov'reign die?

Would he devote that sacred head,
For such a worm as I?

2 Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,.
And bath'd in its own blood,.
While all expos'd to wrath divine,
The glorious suff'rer stood!

3 Was it for crimes that I had done,
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

4 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When God the mighty Maker dy'd,
For man the creature's sin.

5 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;

Here, Lord, I give myself away,
"Tis all that I can do.

405. Christ's Death, Victory, and Dominion. (C.M.)

זי

SING my Saviour's wond'rous death;
He conquer'd when he fell :

" "Tis finish'd," said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.

2" "Tis finish'd," our Immanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done;

Hence shall his sov'reign throne arise,
His kingdom is begun.

3 His cross a sure foundation laid,
For glory and renown;

When through the regions of the dead,
He pass'd to reach the crown.

4 Exalted at his Father's side,
Sits our victorious Lord;

To heav'n and hell his hands divide,
The vengeance or reward.

5 The saints from his propitious eye,
Await their several crowns ;
And all the sons of darkness fly
The terrors of his frowns.

406. The suffering Saviour. John xix. 5. (L.M.)

E that pass by, behold the man!

1 Y1 YE

The man of griefs condemn'd for you! The Lamb of God for sinners slain,

Weeping to Calvary pursue.

2 See how his back the scourges tear,
While to the bloody pillar bound!

The ploughers make long furrows there,
And cruel mockers stand around.

3 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear,
With nails they fasten to the wood;
His sacred limbs, expos'd and bare,
Or only cover'd with his blood!

4 See there, his temples crown'd with thorns!
His bleeding hands extended wide!
His streaming feet, transfix'd and torn!
The fountains gushing from his side!

PAUSE.

5 0 thou dear suffering Son of God,
How doth thy heart to sinners move!
Sprinkle on us thy precious blood,
And melt us with thy dying love!

6 The earth could to her centre quake,
Convuls'd, when her Creator died;
O may our inmost nature shake,
And die with Jesus crucified.

7. At thy last gasp, the graves display'd
Their horrors to the upper skies;
O that our souls might burst the shade,
And, quicken'd by thy death, arise.

8 The rocks could feel thy powerful death,
And tremble, and asunder part;

O rend, with thy expiring breath,
The harder marble of our heart.

407. The Crucifixion. Matt. xxvii. 50. (L.M.)
1 STRETCH'D on the cross, the Saviour dies ;
Hark! his expiring groans arise!

See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide.

2 But life attends the dreadful sound,
And flows from every bleeding wound;
The vital stream how free it flows,
To save and cleanse his rebel foes.
3 To suffer in the traitor's place,
To die for man, surprising grace!
Yet pass rebellious angels by,-
O why for man, dear Saviour, why?

4 And didst thou bleed, for sinners bleed!
And could the sun behold the deed?
No, he withdrew his sickening ray,
And darkness veil'd the mourning day.

5 Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love or pain?

6 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart;
"Till all its powers and passions move,
In melting grief, and ardent love.

408. Jesus the atoning Saviour. Lam. i. 12.

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(P. M.)

ALL ye that pass by,

To Jesus draw nigh;

To you is it nothing that Jesus should die?
Our ransom and peace,

Our Surety he is,

Come see if there ever was sorrow like his !

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The Lord, in the day

Of vengeance, did lay

Our sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away. He dies to atone

For sins not his own;

Our debt he hath paid, and our work he hath done.

For you, and for me,

He pray'd on the tree;

The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free.
My pardon I claim,

A sinner I am,

A sinner believing in Jesus's name.

With joy we approve

The plan of his love;

A wonder below, and a wonder above!

When time is no more,

We still shall adore

That ocean of love, without bottom or shore!

409. It is finished. John xix. 30. (P.M.)

1

HARK!

ARK! the voice of love and mercy,
Sounds aloud from Calvary!

See! it rends the rocks asunder,

Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!
"It is finish'd!"

Hear the dying Saviour cry!
2 It is finish'd!-O what pleasure
Do these charming words afford!
Heavenly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
It is finish'd!

Saints the dying words record.