By thy fasting and distress 3 By thine hour of dark despair, By thy wounds-thy crown of thorn; Jesus, look with pitying eye; 4 By thy deep expiring groan, 1 L MY HYMN 57. Y God, permit me not to be (L. M.) Jel 24/85 2 Why should my passions mix with earth, 3 Call me away from flesh and sense; 1 And all inferior joys resign. HYMN 58. ALAS, what hourly dangers rise! To heav'n, O let me lift mine eyes, (c. M.) レー 2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, 3 O gracious God, in whom I live, Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, 4 Increase my faith, increase my hope, 5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart, My God, thy pow'rful aid impart, 6 O keep me in thy heav'nly way, 1 And let me never, never, stray HOW HYMN 59. OW oft, alas! this wretched heart 2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls," Return;" O, take the wand'rer home. 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, 4 Almighty grace, thy healing pow'r, That can to life and bliss restore 5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet, O keep me at thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more. THOU, to whose all searching sight Search, prove my heart; it looks to thee, 2 Wash out its stains, remove its dross, Hallow each thought, let all within 3 If in this darksome wild I stray, L No harm, while thou, my God, art near. And raise my head, and cheer my heart. LU (See Hymns on Repentance.) PASSION WEEK, AND GOOD FRIDAY. HYMN 61. (111. 4.) 1 WH ISAIAH lxiii. 1-4. HO is this that comes from Edom, To the captive speaking freedom, 3 Why that blood his raiment staining? Of his foes there's none remaining, 1 L Wear the crown so dearly won! Cease to sing what thou hast done! WE HEN I survey the wond'rous cross 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 cross of Christ my God: [ [All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to thy blood. 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; C Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a tribute far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, 1 Demands my life, my soul, my all. B HYMN 63. EHOLD the Saviour of mankind How vast the love that him inclin'd To bleed and die for me! L (C. M.) 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, The temple's veil in sunder breaks, 3 "Tis done! the precious ransom's paid; See where he bows his sacred head! Ааа L 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, O Lamb of God! was ever pain, HYMN 64. LMY Saviour hanging on the tree, In agonies and blood, Methought once turn'd his eyes on me, 2 Sure, never till my latest breath It seem'd to charge me with his death, 3 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt, I saw my sins his blood had spilt, 4 Alas! I knew not what I did; Where shall my trembling soul be hid? 5 A second look he gave, which said, "This blood is for thy ransom paid, 6 Thus, while his death my sin displays (Such is the mystery of grace,) (c. M.) 2/17 1 ROM whence these direful omens round, FROM omens Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground? 2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake, And nature sympathize! The sun as darkest night be black! |