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ST. MARTIN'S. C. M.
1 Behold the Saviour of mankind
231 Nailed to the shameful tree ;
1 The Saviour! O what endless charms How vast the love that him inclined
Dwells in the blissful sound! To bleed and die for me!
Its influence every fear disarms, 2 Hark,how he groans! while nature shakes,
And spreads sweet comfort round. And earth's strong pillars bend; 2 The almighty Former of the skies The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
Stooped to our vile abode ; The solid marbles rend.
While angels viewed with wondering eyes
And hailed th’incarnate God. 3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid ; «Receive my soul,” he cries ;
3 O the rich depths of love divine ! See where he bows his sacred head !
Of bliss a boundless store ! He bows his head and dies.
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine ;
I cannot wish for more. 4 Butsoon he'll break death's envious chain
4 On thee alone my hope relies, And in full glory shine ; O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
Beneath thy cross I fall ;
My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice, Was ever love, like thine ?
My Saviour, and my All! 230
232 1 Blest be the wisdom and the power, The justice and the grace,
1 Well may the earth, astonished, shake,
And nature sympathize! Which joined in council to restore
The sun as darkest night be black ; And save our ruined race.
The Saviour, Jesus dies. 2 Blest be the Lord, who sent his Son
2 Behold, fast streaming from the tree, To take our flesh and blood :
His all-atoning blood ; He for our lives gave up his own,
Is this the Infinite? 'tis he,To make our peace with God.
My Saviour and my Lord. 3 He honored all his Father's laws, 3 For me these pangs his soul assail ; Which we have disobeyed ;
For me this death is borne ; He bore our sins upon the cross,
My sins gave sharpness to the nail, And our full ransom paid.
And pointed every thorn.
1 There is a fountain filled with blood, 5 But in a nobler, sweeter song, Drawn from Immanuel's veins ;
I'll sing thy power to save, [tongue ll: And sinners plunged beneath that flood, il: When this poor lisping, stammering Lose all their guilty stains. ://
Is ransomed from the grave. : ||
W. CowPER. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
234 That fountain in his day ;
1 When wounded sore, the stricken soul 1!: And there may 1, though vile as he, Lies bleeding and unbound, Wash all my sins away. : ||
11: One only hand, a pierced hand,
Can heal the sinner's wound. :// 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power,
2 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,
His hand that brings relief; 11: Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved to sin no more. : 11
ll: His heart that's touched with all our joys
And feeleth for our grief. : || 4 E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream 3 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord ! Thy flowing wounds supply,
Unseal that cleansing tide : 11: Redeeming love has been my theme, 11: We have no shelter from our sin And shall be till I die. ://
But in thy wounded side. :||
1 My song shall always be of him 2 'Tis by the merits of thy death Who gave himself for me ;
Thy Father smiles again ; Who bled, a sinner to redeem,
'T is by thine interceding breath And died upon the tree.
The Spirit dwells with men. 2 I never can his look forget,
3 Thus if Immanuel's face appear, Who suffered for my good :
My hope, my joy, begin : His wounded head, hands, side, and feet,
His name forbids my slavish fear; Poured forth the sacred flood.
His grace removes my sin. 3 Like him on earth I wish to be, That, when he doth appear,
4 While Jews on their own law rely,
And Greeks of wisdom boast,
I love th’incarnate Mystery,
And there I fix my trust.
238 And saves us from its snares ;
1 Behold, behold the Lamb of God, Its aid in every duty brings,
Who takes away our guilt !
Behold th’atoning, precious blood,
That for our sins he spilt ! 2 The wounded conscience knows its power The healing balm to give ;
2 O sinners, now to Christ draw near, That balm the saddest heart can cheer, Invited by his word ; And make the dying live.
The chief of sinners need not fear :
Behold the Lamb of God! 3 It shows the precious promise sealed With the Redeemer's blood,
3 Backsliders, too, the Saviour calls, And helps our feeble hope to rest
And washes in his blood ;
Arise, return from grievous falls :
Behold the Lamb of God! 237 1 Dearest of all the names above,
4 In every state, and time, and place, My Jesus, God!
Naught plead but Jesus' blood; Who can resist thy heavenly love,
However wretched be your case,
Behold the Lamb of God!
be - tween.
Their shouts of “Cru - ci - fy” ap - pall, With blas-phe - my
1 I see the crowd in Pilate's hall;
4 Thy sympathies and hopes are ours; I mark their wrathful mien ;
Dear Lord, we wait to see Their shouts of “Crucify” appall,
Creation, all, below, above, With blasphemy between.
Redeemed and blest by thee. 2 Around yon cross the throng I see, 5 Our longing eyes would fain behold Mocking the Sufferer's groan;
That bright and blessed brow, Yet still my voice it seems to be,
Once wrung with bitterest anguish, wear As if I'mocked alone.
Its crown of glory now. 3 ’T was I that shed the sacred blood ;
241 I nailed him to the tree;
1 I saw One hanging on a tree, I crucified the Christ of God; I joined the mockery!
In agonies and blood,
Who fixed his languid eyes on me, 4 Yet not the less that blood avails
As near his cross I stood.
2 Sure never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look: To give me peace within.
It seemed to charge me with his death, 240
Though not a word he spoke. 1 To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now 3 My conscience felt and owned the guilt,.. Our weary souls repair,
And plunged me in despair ; To dwell upon thy dying love,
I saw my sins his blood had spilt, And taste its sweetness there.
And helped to nail him there. 2 Sweet resting-place of every heart 4 A second look he gave, which said, That feels the plague of sin,
“I freely all forgive; Yet knows that deep mysterious joy, This blood is for thy ransom paid ; The peace of God within.
I die that thou may’st live." 3 Dearsuffering Lamb, thy bleeding wounds, 5 Thus, while his death my sin displays With cords of love divine,
In all its blackest hue, Have drawn our willing hearts to thee, Such is the mystery of grace, And linked our life with thine.
It seals my pardon too.
244 1 The royal banner is unfurled,
1 Jesus, in thee our eyes behold The cross is reared on high,
A thousand glories more On which the Saviour of the world
Than the rich gems and polished gold Is stretched in agony.
The sons of Aaron wore. 2 And see! the spear hath pierced his side, 2 They first their own sin-offering brought And shed that sacred flood,
To purge themselves from sin ; That holy reconciling tide,
Thy life was pure, without a spot, The water and the blood.
And all thy nature clean. 3 Jehovah, we thy name adore,
3 Fresh blood, as constant as the day, In thee we will rejoice,
Was on their altars spilt; And sing, till time shall be no more, But thy one offering took away The triumphs of the cross.
Forever all our guilt. 243
4 Thou, great Melchisedec! shalt reign 1 In vain we seek for peace with God
In peace on Zion's hill,By methods of our own :
Thyself the Lamb that once was slain, Blest Saviour, nothing but thy blood
To save from every ill. Can bring us near the throne.
245 2 The threat’nings of thy broken law 1 Jesus! O name divinely sweet! Impress the soul with dread :
How charming is the sound ! If God his sword of justice draw,
What joyful news, what heavenly power It strikes the sinner dead.
In thy dear name is found. 3 But thy atoning sacrifice
2 Our souls as needy and condemned, Has answered all demands ;
In hopeless fetters bound ; And peace and pardon from the skies With all our numerous sins depraved, Are blessings from thy hands.
In fear and guilt were found. 4 'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord ; 3 Jesus, to purge away this guilt, 'T is on thy cross we rest :
A willing victim fell, Forever be thy love adored,
And on his cross triumphant broke Thy name forever blest.
The bands of death and hell.