With fair, deceitful lips they speak,
And with a double heart.

3 Scoffers appear on every side,
Where a vile race of men
Are rais'd to seats of pow'r and pride,
And bear the sword in vain.

4 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold;
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold;

5 Is not thy chariot hast'ning on?
Hast thou not giv'n the sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?

CHRIST THE ATONEMENT.

HYMN 40. C. M. [27]

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.

5 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.

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 I-I 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.

SECOND PART.

HYMN 42. L. M.

MY Saviour, how shall I proclaim,
How pay the mighty debt I owe?
Let all I have, and all I am,

Ceaseless to all thy glory show.

2 Too much to thee I cannot give;
Too much I cannot do for thee:
Let all thy love, and all thy grief,
Grav'n on my heart for ever be!

3 The meek, the still, the lowly mind,
O, may I learn from thee, my God;
And love, with softest pity join'd,

For those that trample on thy blood. 4 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs, O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast: Till loose from flesh and earth I rise, And ever in thy bosom rest.

HYMN 43. L. M. [29]

YE that pass by, behold the Man!
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,
Till all his body is one wound.

3 Nor can he thus their hate assuage;
His innocence to death pursu'd,
Must fully glut their utmost rage;
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. [30]

FROM whence these direful omens round
Which heav'n and earth amaze?

And why do earthquakes cleave the ground?
Why hides the sun his rays?

2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake,
And nature sympathise;

The sun, as darkest night be black;
Their Maker, Jesus, dies!

3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree,
His all-atoning blood!

Is this the INFINITE ?-Tis he,

My Saviour and my God.

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

My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed ev'ry thorn.

5 Let sin no more my soul enslave;
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain;

O, save me, whom thou cam'st to save,
Nor bleed nor die in vain.

HYMN 45. C. M. [30]

BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
Nail'd to the shameful tree!

How vast the love that him inclin'd

To bleed and die for thee!

2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend !

The temple's vale 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:

Oh, Lamb of God, was ever pain,

Was ever love like thine!

HYMN 46. L. M.[31]

OF him who did salvation bring,
I could for ever think and sing;
Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve;
Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive.

2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given !
Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven:
Though sin and sorrow wound my soul,
Jesus, thy balm will make it whole.

3 To shame our sins he blush'd in blood,
He clos'd his eyes to show us God;
Let all the world fall down and know,
That none but God such love can show.

4 "Tis thee I love, for thee alone,
I shed my tears and make my moan!
Where'er I am, where'er I move,

I meet the object of my love.