5 Insatiate to this spring I fly; HYMN 47. C. M. [32] PLUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair, 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and (O amazing love!) He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above 4 O for this love let rocks and hills 5 Angels assist our mighty joys, HYMN 48. C. M. [414] MY Saviour, hanging on the tree, Methought once turned his 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 own'd the guilt, And plunged me in despair; I saw my sins his blood had spilt, 4 A second look he gave, which said, HYMN 49. L. M. "TIS finished!"-so the Saviour cried, 2 'Tis finished!—this his dying groan 3 'Tis finished-Aaron now no more 4 "Tis finished!-Heaven is reconciled, 5 'Tis finished!-let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round: "Tis finished!-let the triumph rise, And swell the chorus of the skies. HYMN 50. L. M. [37] HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground: A thousand drops of richer blood. (In vain the tomb forbids his rise ;) Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him "Welcome to the skies!" 3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high your great Deliv'rer reigns: Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster death in chains! Say, "Live for ever, wond'rous King! Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting?" And, "Where's thy victory, boasting grave?" HYMN 51. L. M. [354] NOW let our mournful songs record When he complained in tears and blood, 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, Now let him try himself to save." 3 But God, his Father, heard his cry; Rais'd from the dead, he reigns on high; The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace. HYMN 52. L. M. [38] YE faithful souls, who Jesus know, His resurrection's power declare. In everlasting pomp to reign. And only live to love and praise. 6 Your real life with Christ conceal'd, HYMN 53. C. M. [320] YE humble souls that seek the Lord, And bow with rapture down to see 2 Thus low the Lord of Life was brought; Such wonders love can do: Thus cold in death that bosom lay, 3 But raise your eyes and tune your songs, The Saviour lives again; Not all the bolts and bars of death 4 High o'er the angelic bands he rears And thro' unnumber'd years he reigns, 5 With joy like his shall every saint HYMN 54. C. M. [413] THERE is a fountain filled with blood, 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see 3 Dear, dying Lamb, thy precious blood Till all the ransom'd church of God 4 Ere since by faith I saw the stream, |