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 Was it for crimes that I have done,
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree.

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

4 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.

247

I. WATTS.

1 There is a dear and hallowed spot,
Oft present to my eye;

By saints it ne'er can be forgot-
That place is Calvary.

2 O what a scene was there displayed, Of love and agony,

When our Redeemer bowed his head,

And died on Calvary!

Unto the cross I'll fly,

And trust the merits of the blood

That flowed at Calvary.

May well my hope revive:

If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, The sinner sure may live.

250 OLIVE'S BROW. L. M.

W. B. BRADBURY.

3

1 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone ; 'Tis midnight; in the garden, now, The suffering Saviour prays alone.

2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed,
The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears;
E'en that disciple whom he loved
Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.

3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt
The Man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt
Is not forsaken by his God.

'Tis midnight; and from ether-plains
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.

251

W. B. TAPPAN.

1 Lord! in the garden agony

No light seemed on thy soul to break ; No form of seraph lingered nigh, Nor yet the voice of comfort spake ; 2 Till, by thine own triumphant word, The vict'ry over ill was won ; Till the sweet, mournful cry was heard, Thy will, O God, not mine, be done!"

3 In weakness, help us to contend;

In darkness, yield to God our will;
And true hearts, faithful to the end,
Cheer by thine holy angels still.

2

But if these pangs must still be borne,
Or helpless man be left forlorn,
I bow my soul before thy throne,
And say; Thy will, not mine, be done!"

3 Thus our submissive souls would bow,
And, taught by Jesus, lie as low;
Our hearts, and not our lips alone,
Would say, Thy will, not ours, be done!
253

1 'Tis finished! the Messiah dies;

Cut off for sins, but not his own; Accomplished is the sacrifice;

The great redeeming work is done. 2 'Tis finished! all the debt is paid; Justice divine is satisfied;

The grand and full atonement made; Christ for a guilty world hath died. 3 The veil is rent; in him alone

The living way to God is seen; The middle wall is broken down, And all mankind may enter in.

4 The types and figures are fulfilled ;
Exacted is the legal pain;

The precious promises are sealed;
The spotless Lamb of God is slain.

C. WESLEY

1 In the cross of Christ I glory, Tow'ring o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.

3 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there, that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.
J. BOWRING.
255
1 O my God, my love, my Saviour,
Didst thou groan and die for me?
Didst thou for my sad behavior
Bleed upon the rugged tree?

2 O my Lord, did men deride thee?

Didst thou suffer shame and loss? And for me, with thieves beside thee, Didst thou hang upon the cross? 3 Great Creator, man redeeming,

Thou the lost doth make anew;
May thy love within me beaming,
Fire my heart with fervor true!
4 Make my soul in loving union

Gladly active, faithful, free;
Ever thine, in sweet communion,
Let me dwell at last with thee.
T. AQUINAS.

256

1 Hark! the notes of angels, singing
"Glory, glory to the Lamb!""
All in heaven their tribute bringing,
Raising high the Saviour's name.
2 Ye for whom his life is given,

Sacred themes to you belong :
Come, assist the choir of heaven;
Join the everlasting song.

3 Filled with holy emulation,

Let us vie with those above; Sweet the theme- - a free salvation! Fruit of everlasting love. 4 Endless life in him possessing, Let us praise his precious name; Glory, honor, power, and blessing, Be forever to the Lamb.

257

T. KELLY.

1 Hark! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary;
See! it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky.
2 It is finished! O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford!
Heavenly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us from Christ, the Lord.
3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs;
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name.
J. EVANS.

1 Hail! thou once rejected Jesus,
Now the everlasting King!
Thou didst suffer to redeem us,
Thou didst our salvation bring.

2 Once the agonizing Saviour,

Bearing all our sin and shame!
By thy merits we find favor;

Life is given through thy name.
3 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed!
All our sins on thee were laid;
With the Spirit's power anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made.

4 All thy people are forgiven

Through the virtue of thy blood;
Thou didst come to earth from heaven,
Here to make our peace with God.
J. BAKEWELL.

259

1 One there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end.

2 Which of all our friends, to save us, Could or would have shed his blood? But our Jesus died to have us

Reconciled in him to God.

3 O for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
We, alas! forget too often

What a Friend we have above.
J. NEWTON.

260

1 Smitten, stricken, bruised and gory,
See the Sufferer on the tree;
Lamb of God and Lord of glory;
Lo my Saviour dies for me.

2 In the gloom behold him languish,
List his last expiring cry;

Hear, O earth, his wail of anguish,
"It is finished," see him die.

3 Now to God's right hand ascended,
Lo, he lives to die no more:
Thence he comes with hosts attended,
Comes to reign from shore to shore.

261

1 Wounded, smitten, and afflicted,
See him dying on the tree!
'Tis the Christ by man rejected,
Yes, my soul, 'tis he! 'tis he!

2 Tell me, ye who hear him groaning,
Was there ever grief like this?
Friends through fear his cause disowning,
Foes insulting his distress.

3 Ye who think of sin but lightly,
Nor suppose the evil great,
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.

4 Mark the sacrifice appointed!

See who bears the awful load!
'Tis the Word, the Lord's Anointed,
Son of man, and Son of God.

T. KELLY.

1 Cross of Christ, O sacred tree,
Hide my sins, and shelter me;
Claim or merit have I none,
I am vile, and all undone :
I to thee for succor fly;
Give me refuge, or I die;
Cross of Christ, O sacred tree,
All my hopes are hung on thee.

2 Cross of Christ, O sacred tree,
Let me to thy shadow flee;
Here they mocked the crucified,
Here the royal sufferer died;
Here was shed th' atoning blood,
Till it crimsoned all the sod.
Cross of Christ, O sacred tree,

Can the guilty trust in thee?

3 Cross of Christ, O sacred tree,
Type of love's deep mystery;
'T was my sins provoked this love,
I this matchless passion moved;
For my soul this love was stored,
On my head the blessing poured.
Cross of Christ, O sacred tree,
Now I solve love's mystery.

4 Cross of Christ, O sacred tree,
This my boast shall ever be :
That the blood for me was shed,
That for me he groaned and bled;
Now I catch that gracious eye,
Now I know I shall not die.
Cross of Christ, O sacred tree,
All my guilt is lost in thee.

D. T. TAYLOR.