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Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be, till I die.

5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save,

When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave.

HYMN 55. L. M. [412]

BLOOD has a voice to pierce the skies;
"Revenge," the blood of Abel cries;
But the dear stream, when Christ was slain,
Speaks "Peace" as loud from ev'ry vein.
2 Pardon and peace from God on high;
Behold, he lays his vengeance by;
And rebels, who deserve his sword,
Become the fav'rites of the Lord.
3 To Jesus let our praises rise,
Who gave his life a sacrifice;
Now he appears before our God,
And for our pardon pleads his blood.

HYMN 56. S. M. [316]

THIS, this is He that came
By water and by blood!
Jesus is our atoning Lamb,
Our sanctifying God.

2 See from his wounded side
The mingled current flow!
The water and the blood applied
Shall wash us white as snow.

3 The water cannot cleanse,
Before the blood we feel,

To purge the guilt of all our sins,
And our forgiveness seal.

4 But both in Jesus join,

Who speaks our sins forgiven, And gives the purity divine

That makes us meet for heaven.

HYMN 57. L. M. [317]

O THOU, whose offering on the tree
The legal offerings all foreshow'd,
Borrow'd their whole effect from thee,
And drew their virtue from thy blood;
2 The blood of goats, and bullocks slain,
Could never for one sin atone;
To purge the guilty offerer's stain,

Thine was the work, and thine alone.
3 Vain in themselves their duties were;
Their services could never please,
Till joined with thine, and made to share
The merits of thy righteousness.

4 Forward they cast a faithful look
On thy approaching sacrifice;
And thence their pleasing savor took,
And rose accepted in the skies.

5 Those feeble types, and shadows old, Are all in thee, the Truth, fulfill'd: We in thy sacrifice behold

The substance of those rites reveal'd.

HYMN 58. L. M. [318]

WHEN I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingling down: Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.

HYMN 59. S. M. [409]

LIKE sheep, we went astray,
And broke the fold of God;
Each wand'ring in a different way,
But all the downward road.
2 How dreadful was the hour
When God our wand'rings laid,
And did at once his vengeance pour
Upon the Shepherd's head!
3 How glorious was the grace

When Christ sustained the stroke!
His life and blood the Shepherd pays
A ransom for the flock.

4 His honor and his breath
Were taken both away,

Join'd with the wicked in his death,
And made as vile as they.

5 "I'll give him," saith the Lord,
"A portion with the strong;
He shall possess a large reward,
And hold his honors long."

HYMN 60. L. M. [315]

BEHOLD, the blind their sight receive: Behold, the dead awake and live:

The dumb speak wonders; and the lame Leap like the hart, and bless his name.

2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of the Son;
The Father vindicates his cause
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.

3 He dies; the heavens in mourning stood;
He rises, and appears our God!
Behold the Lord ascending high,

No more to bleed, no more to die.
4 Hence, then, forever from my heart
I bid my doubts and fears depart;
And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.

HYMN 61. C. M. [382]

THUS saith the Lord, "Your work is vain,
Give your burnt-off'rings o'er;
In dying goats and bullocks slain,
My soul delights no more."

2 Then spake the Son, "My God, behold!
I'm here to do thy will;
Whate'er thy sacred books unfold,

Thy servant shall fulfil.”

3 And see, the Saviour blest hath come!
Th' eternal Son appears;

This lowly earth he makes his home,
A human form he wears.

4 No blood of beasts on altars shed,
Could wash the conscience clean;
But the rich sacrifice he paid,

Atones for all our sin.

HYMN 62. C. M. [415]

THE Hebrew prophet rais'd of old,
The brazen serpent high;

And all the wounded who behold,
Cease to despond and die!

2 "Look upward in the dying hour,
And live," the prophet cries;
But Christ exerts a nobler pow'r,
When Faith lifts up her eyes.

3 High on the cross the Saviour hung!
High in the heav'ns he reigns!
Here sinners, by th' old serpent stung,
Look and forget their pains.

4 When God's own Son is lifted high,
A dying world revives;
The Jew beholds redemption nigh,
Th' expiring Gentile lives!

HYMN 63. 8s & 7s.

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:
They who once his kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love.

2 Which of all our friends, to save us, Could, or would have shed their blood?

But our Jesus died to have us

Reconcil'd in him to God;
This is boundless love indeed!
Jesus is a friend in need.

3 When he liv'd on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was his name;
Now above all glory raised,

He rejoices in the same:

Still he calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.

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

What a Friend we have above:

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