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.
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!
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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