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EHOLD 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 vail 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 :

O Lamb of God! was ever pain,

Was ever love like thine?'

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HOU, Lord, art good, and good thou
Thy mercies reach to all;

But chiefly those who on thee trust,
And for thy mercies call.

2 New, Lord, they every morning are;
And when thy children cry,
Thou dost in tender pity spare,
And all their wants supply.

3 Thy mercies o'er thy works preside,
Thy providence display'd,

Doth still preserve, and still provide,
For all thine hands have made.

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4 But keeps with most distinguish'd care,
He who on thee depends;
Watches his every number'd hair,
And all his steps attends.

5 O who can sound the depths unknown,
Of thy redeeming grace?

The grace that gave thy only Son
To save a ruin'd race.

6 Our peace and pardon to procure,
His life was freely given ;

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OW let our eyes, by faith, survey,
The great High Priest above;

And let our hearts, from day to day,
Adore his wond'rous love.

2 The glorious priestly robes he wears,
Complete in every part;

"The names of all his saints he bears, Deep graven on his heart."

3 He now presents our sacrifice,
Before th' eternal throne;

And pleads our cause above the skies,
And claims us for his own.

4 We all may know our sins forgiven,
And taste redeeming love;

The prayers of faith are heard in heaven,
Through our High Priest above.

5 Then let our daily prayers unite
Through his most precious blood,
That all may see the gospel light,
And nations turn to God.

H.R. & W.S.

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THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in thy cleansing blood; To dwell within thy wounds: then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain.

2 Take my poor heart, and let it be, For ever clos'd to all but thee!

Seal thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love for ever there!
3 How blest are they, who still abide,
Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side!
Who life and strength from thence derive,
And by thee move, and in thee live.

4 What are our works but sin and death,
Till thou thy quick'ning Spirit breathe?
Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move,
O wond'rous grace, O boundless love!
5 How can it be, thou heavenly King,
That thou should us to glory bring!
Make slaves the partners of thy Throne,
Deck'd with a never-fading Crown?

6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow,
Our words are lost: nor will we know,
Nor will we think of aught beside,

My Lord, my Love is crucified."

7 First-born of many brethren thou!
To thee, lo! all our souls we bow:
To thee our hearts and hands we give :
Thine may we die: thine may we live!

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1 COME, Saviour and bless us, thy mercy make Be present and precious, to each of thy own;

Thy name is still Jesus, thy Love who can tell, Thou died'st to release us, from sin, death, and hell. CHO.-Halleluia, salvation, and glory, we'll sing, To thee our great Prophet, our Priest, and our King. 2 Since thou hast once suffer'd and died on the tree, Thy mercy is offer'd, thy pardon is free;

None e'er was rejected, though sinful and base, But all are accepted, who trust in thy grace.

3 Those who have repented, (though long they withstood,)

The moment they ventur'd, their all on thy blood; Their sins were all pardon'd, their souls were made free,

And all who are burthen'd, may come unto thee. 4 Then let us be viewing, thy hands and thy side, Thy blood is still flowing, the fountain is wide; It sav'd a Manasseh, a thief, and a Saul, [fall. And sure it can wash us, though bruis'd by the 5 If plung'd in thy ocean, we soon shall arise, To meet thee, our portion, and Head, in the skies: And when thou shalt raise us, to join the bright [song. w.s. & H.B. We'll show forth thy praises, and sing the new

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LOVE Divine! what hast thou done?

Th' incarnate God hath died for me!

The Father's co-eternal Son

Bore all my sins upon the tree : Th' incarnate God for me hath died! My Lord, my Love is crucified.

2 Behold him all ye that pass by,

The bleeding Prince of Life and Peace!
Come, see, ye worms, your Maker die,
And say was ever grief like his!
Come, feel with me his blood applied:
My Lord, my Love is crucified."

3 Is crucified for me and you,

To bring us rebels back to God;

Believe, believe the record true,

Ye all are bought with Jesus' blood:
Pardon for all flows from his side;
My Lord, my Love is crucified.
4 Then let us sit beneath his cross,

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And gladly catch the healing stream;
All things for him account but loss,
And give up all our hearts to him:
Of nothing think, or speak beside,
My Lord, my Love is crucified.

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HERE shall my wond'ring soul begin? How shall I all to heaven aspire? A slave redeem'd from death and sin, A brand pluck'd from eternal fire; How shall I equal triumphs raise, Or sing my great Deliv'rer's praise! 2 O how shall I thy goodness tell,

Father, which thou to me hast show'd? That I, a child of wrath and hell,

I should be call'd a child of God! Should know, should feel my sins forgiv❜n, Blest with this antepast of heaven! 3 Outcasts of men to you I call,

Harlots, and publicans, and thieves ! He spreads his arms t'embrace

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Sinners alone, his grace receives!
No need of him the righteous have;
He came the lost to seek and save.
4 Come, O my guilty brethren, come,
Groaning beneath your load of sin ;
His bleeding heart shall make you room,
His open side shall take you in: