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Incarnate God, I fly;
From crimes of deepest dye.
Into thy arms I fall;
HYMN 38. L. M. 
HYMN 39. C. M.  HELP, Lord ! for men of virtue fail;
Religion loses ground; The sons of violence prevail,
And treacheries abound. 2 Their oaths and promises they break,
Yet act the flatt'rer's part;
With fair, deceitful lips they speak,
And with a double heart.
Where a vile race of men
And bear the sword in vain.
And blasphemy grows bold; When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold; 5 Is not thy chariot hastning on?
Hast thou not giv'n the sign? May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?
HYMN- 40. C. M.  ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I? 2 Was it for crimes that I have done,
He groan'd upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree ! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in ;
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature's sin !
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
When his dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
The debt of love I owe:
Tis all that I can do.
HYMN 41. L. M.
EXTENDED on a cursed tree,
Besmear'd with dust, and sweat, and blood, See there, the King of glory see!
Sinks, and expires, the Son of God! 2 Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done?
Who could thy sacred body wound ? No guilt thy spotless heart hath known
No guile hath in thy lips been found. 3 1,4I alone have done the deed!
'Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn; My sins have caus'd thee, Lord, to bleed,
Pointed the nail, and fix'd the thorn. 4 The burden for me to sustain
Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid ; To heal me, thou hast borne my pain;
To bless me thou a curse wast made. 5 In the devouring lion's teeth,
Torn, and forsook of all, I lay; Thou sprang'st into the jaws of death,
From death to save the helpless prey.
HYMN 42. L. M.
How pay the mighty debt I owe?
Ceaseless to all thy glory show.
Too much I cannot do for thee:
Grav'n on my heart for ever be!
0, may I learn from thee, my God;
For those that trample on thy blood.
O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast:
HYMN 43. L. M. 
The Man of griefs, condemn'd for you!
Weeping to Calvary pursue!
While to the bloody pillar bound!
Till all his body is one wound.
His innocence to death pursu'd,
Hark! how they clamor for his blood!
4 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. 5 See, there! his temples crown'd with thorns,
His bleeding hands extended wide; His streaming feet transfixt and torn!
The fountain gushing from his side!
HYMN 44. C. M. 
Which heav'n and earth amaze?
Why hides the sun his rays?
And nature sympathise;
Their Maker, JESUS, dies !
His all-atoning blood!
My Saviour and my God.
For me, this death is borne;
And pointed ev'ry thorn.
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain ;
Nor bleed nor die in vain.
HYMN 45. C. M.  BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
Nail'd to the shameful tree!