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3. All righteousness did he fulfil,
No sin did e'er he know.
He never thought nor acted ill;
Why was he wounded so ?

4. Alas! I know the reason why ;
Our num'rous sins he bore;
This caus'd his bitter agony,
This wounded him so sore.

5. But hence our confidence begins;
For we may boldly say,

That thus, by bearing all our sins,
He took them all away.

6. Our God is fully reconcil'd,
His justice satisfy'd;

Each sinner now may be his child,
Since Jesus bled and dy’d.

7. Come then, each needy sinner, come,
If you'll accept, he'll give ;
But suffer him to lead you home,

Whoever will, may live.


Hymn 57. c. M.


THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners plung'd beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains.

2. The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;;
And there have I, as vile as he,
Wash'd all my sins away.

3. E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
His flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,,
And shall be till I die.

4. Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing his power to save;
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue,
Lies silent in the grave.

Hymn 58. L. M.

Christ crucified,


the wond'rous cross


HEN I survey On which the prince of glory dy'd, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2. Father forbid 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, and feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled 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, sô divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Hymn 59. c. M..
JESUS hasting to suffer.

THE Saviour, what a noble flame.

1. TH Was kindled in his

When hasting to Jerusalem,
He march'd before the rest!

2. Goodwill to men and zeal for God,
His ev'ry thought engross
He longs to be baptiz'd with blood-
He pants to reach his cross..

3. With all his suff'rings full in view,
And woes, to us, unknown,
Forth to the task his spirit flew,
'Twas love that urg'd him on.
4. Lord, we return thee what we can,
Our hearts shall sound abroad
Salvation, to the dying Man,
And to the rising GOD!

5. And while thy bleeding glories here,
Engage our wand'ring eyes;
We learn our lighter cross to bear,
And hasten to the skies.


Hymn 60. c. M.
Looking at the Cross.

N evil long I took delight,
shame or

Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopp'd my wild career.

3. I saw one hanging on a tree
In agonies and blood;

Who fix'd his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.

3. Sure, never to my latest breath, Can I forget that look ;

It seem'd to charge me with his death, Tho' not a word he spoke.

4. My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt,
And plung'd me in despair:
I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And help'd to nail him there.

5. Alas! I knew not what I did But now my tears are vain; Where shall my trembling soul be hid

For I the LORD have slain.

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6. A second look he gave,
"I freely all forgive;
"This blood is for thy ransom paid;
"I die that thou may'st live."

Hymn 61. c. M.

They shall look on him whom they pierced, and mourn.
NFINITE grief! amazing woe!
my bleeding Lord!

Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death,
And us'd the Roman sword.

2. O, the sharp pangs of smarting pain,
My dear Redeemer bore!

When knotty whips and ragged thorns,
His sacred body tore !

3. But knotty whips and ragged thorns.
In vain I do accuse ;

In vain I blame the Roman bands,
And the more spitefull Jews.

4. "Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins,
His chief tormentors were ;

Each of my crimes became a nail,
And unbelief the spear.

5. 'Twere you that pull'd the veng❜ance down
Upon his guiltless head;

Break, break, my heart! O burst mine eyes,
And let my sorrows bleed.

6. Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul,
Till melting, waters flow,

And deep repentance drown mine eyes
In undissembled woe.

Hymn 62. P. M.

1. AIN, delusive world, adieu,
With all of creature-good,

Only Jesus I pursue,

Who bought me with his blood!

All thy pleasures I forego,

I trample on thy wealth and pride;
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucify'd.

2. Other knowledge I disdain,
'Tis all but vanity :

Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain,
He tasted death for me!

Me to save from endless woe,
Th' sin atoning victim dy'd!
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucify'd.

3. Here will I set up my rest,
My fluctuating heart
From the haven of his breast

Shall never more depart:
Whither should a sinner go?

His wounds for me stand open wide!

Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucify'd.

4. Him to know is life and peace,
And pleasure without end;
This is all my happiness
On Jesus to depend;
Daily in his grace to grow,

And ever in his faith abide.
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucify'd.

5. O that I could all invite,

This saving truth to prove :
Shew the length, the breadth, the height,
And depth of Jesu's love!

Fain I would to sinners show

The blood by faith alone apply'd.

Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucify'd.

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