1 Behold the Saviour of mankind
Nailed to the shameful tree;
How vast the love that him inclined
To bleed and die for me!

2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend;
The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.

3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid; "Receive my soul," he cries;

See where he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head and dies.

4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain And in full glory shine;

O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
Was ever love, like thine?

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S. WESLEY.

1 Blest be the wisdom and the power,
The justice and the grace,
Which joined in council to restore
And save our ruined race.

2 Blest be the Lord, who sent his Son
To take our flesh and blood:
He for our lives gave up his own,
To make our peace with God.

3 He honored all his Father's laws,
Which we have disobeyed;
He bore our sins upon the cross,
And our full ransom paid.

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1 The Saviour! O what endless charms
Dwells in the blissful sound!
Its influence every fear disarms,
And spreads sweet comfort round.

2 The almighty Former of the skies
Stooped to our vile abode;

While angels viewed with wondering eyes
And hailed th' incarnate God.

3 O the rich depths of love divine!
Of bliss a boundless store!
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine;
I cannot wish for more.

4 On thee alone my hope relies,
Beneath thy cross I fall;

My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my All!

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A. STEELE.

1 Well may the earth, astonished, shake, And nature sympathize!

The sun as darkest night be black;
The Saviour, Jesus dies.

2 Behold, fast streaming from the tree,
His all-atoning blood;

Is this the Infinite? 'tis he,

My Saviour and my Lord.

3 For me these pangs his soul assail;
For me this death is borne ;

My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed every thorn.

5 But in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save,

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Lose all their guilty stains. :||

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day;

|: And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away. :||

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power,

|: Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved to sin no more. :||

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,

||: Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. :||

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Is ransomed from the grave. :||

W. CowPER.

1 When wounded sore, the stricken soul Lies bleeding and unbound,

|: One only hand, a pierced hand,

Can heal the sinner's wound. :||

2 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, His hand that brings relief;

||: His heart that's touched with all our joys And feeleth for our grief. :||

3 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord! Unseal that cleansing tide :

: We have no shelter from our sin But in thy wounded side. :||

1 I see the crowd in Pilate's hall ;
I mark their wrathful mien;
Their shouts of "Crucify" appall,
With blasphemy between.

2 Around yon cross the throng I see,
Mocking the Sufferer's groan;
Yet still my voice it seems to be,
As if I mocked alone.

3 'T was I that shed the sacred blood; I nailed him to the tree;

I crucified the Christ of God;
I joined the mockery!

4 Yet not the less that blood avails
To cleanse away my sin,

And not the less that cross prevails
To give me peace within.

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H. BONAR.

1 To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now
Our weary souls repair,
To dwell upon thy dying love,
And taste its sweetness there.

2 Sweet resting-place of every heart
That feels the plague of sin,
Yet knows that deep mysterious joy,
The peace of God within.

1 I saw One hanging on a tree, In agonies and blood,

E. DENNY.

Who fixed his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.

2 Sure never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look:

It seemed to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

3 My conscience felt and owned the guilt, And plunged me in despair;

I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And helped to nail him there.

4 A second look he gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive;

This blood is for thy ransom paid ;
I die that thou may'st live."

With cords of love divine,

Have drawn our willing hearts to thee,

And linked our life with thine.

In all its blackest hue, Such is the mystery of grace,

It seals my pardon too.

J. NEWTON.

1 The royal banner is unfurled,

The cross is reared on high,

On which the Saviour of the world

Is stretched in agony.

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1 Jesus, in thee our eyes behold A thousand glories more

Than the rich gems and polished gold

The sons of Aaron wore.

And shed that sacred flood,

That holy reconciling tide,

The water and the blood.

3 Jehovah, we thy name adore,
In thee we will rejoice,

And sing, till time shall be no more,
The triumphs of the cross.

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V. FORTUNATUS.

1 In vain we seek for peace with God
By methods of our own :
Blest Saviour, nothing but thy blood
Can bring us near the throne.

2 The threat'nings of thy broken law
Impress the soul with dread :
If God his sword of justice draw,
It strikes the sinner dead.

3 But thy atoning sacrifice

Has answered all demands;
And peace and pardon from the skies
Are blessings from thy hands.

4 'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord;
'Tis on thy cross we rest:
Forever be thy love adored,
Thy name forever blest.

I. WATTS.

To purge themselves from sin;
Thy life was pure, without a spot,

And all thy nature clean.

3 Fresh blood, as constant as the day,
Was on their altars spilt;
But thy one offering took away
Forever all our guilt.

4 Thou, great Melchisedec! shalt reign In peace on Zion's hill,—

Thyself the Lamb that once was slain,
To save from every ill.

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1 Jesus! O name divinely sweet! How charming is the sound!

What joyful news, what heavenly power
In thy dear name is found.

2 Our souls as needy and condemned,
In hopeless fetters bound;
With all our numerous sins depraved,
In fear and guilt were found.

3 Jesus, to purge away this guilt,
A willing victim fell,

And on his cross triumphant broke
The bands of death and hell.