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3 Infinite was our guilt,
But He, our Priest, atones ;
And offered with His groans. 4 Look up, my soul, to Him
Whose death was thy desert,
Flow from His breaking heart. 5 There, on the cursed tree,
In dying pangs He lies,
His Father's great decree,
Nor let Thy grace depart;
And witness to my heart.
716 Heb. xii. 2, 3.
Our hearts no more repine;
When, Lord, compared with Thine. 2 In lively figures here we see
The bleeding Prince of Love ; Each of us hopes He died for me;
And then our griefs remove. 3 Grace, wisdom, justice, joined and wrought
The wonders of that day;
Can equal thanks repay. 4 Our hymns should sound like those above,
Could we our voices raise;
And all our lives be praise.
717 John xv. 13.
L. M. WATTS. 1
O that our feeble lips could move In strains immortal as His name,
And melting as His dying love! 2 Was ever equal pity found ?
The Prince of heaven resigns His breath, And pours His life out on the ground,
To ransom guilty worms from death. 3 Here we have washed our deepest stains, And healed our wounds with heavenly
blood; Blest fountain, springing from the veins
Of Jesus, our Incarnate God.
To speak compassion so divine:
Mat. xxvii. 2931. 7.6. GERHARD.*
With grief and pain weighed down,
With thorns Thine only crown!
With sore abuse and scorn!
Which once was bright as morn! 2 O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss, till now was Thine !
I joy to call Thee mine.
Were all for sinners' gain;
But Thine the deadly pain.
3 What language shall I borrow,
Thy pity without end ?
Nor let me faithless prove ;
Abuse such dying love.
719 Eph. V. 2. 112th M. VÍ
C. WESLEY. ICTIM divine, Thy grace we claim,
While thus Thy precious death we shew. Once offered up, a spotless Lamb, In Thy great temple here below, Thou didst for all mankind atone,
And standest now before the throne. 2 Thou standest in the holiest place,
As now for guilty sinners slain;
And speaks salvation all around.
Darkened the sun, and rent the veil,
And called e'en rebels to a crown. 4 He still respects Thy sacrifice,
Its savour sweet doth always please;
5 We need not now go up to heaven,
To bring the long-sought Saviour down;
720 Luke vil. 50. 184.108.40.206.220.127.116.11. C.WESLEY.
L We now recall to mind,
AMB of God, whose bleeding love
Send the answer from above,
And let us mercy find ;
And every struggling soul release ;
And bid us go in peace. 2 By Thine agonizing pain,
And bloody sweat, we pray:
Take all our sins away :
From all iniquity release :
And bid us go in peace.
The sinner's pardon seal:
And all our sickness heal:
Let all griefs and troubles cease :
And bid us go in peace.
721 Luke vii. 38–47. *8.7.
Which before the cross I spend ;
From the sinner's dying Friend.
Here I'll sit for ever viewing
Mercy's streams in streams of blood; Precious drops my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God. 2 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before His cross to lie,
Floating in His languid eye:
While upon the Lamb I gaze;
I'm a miracle of grace.
With my tears His feet I'll bathe, Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from His death. May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go; Prove His wounds each day more healing,
And Himself more deeply know.
Isaiah liii. . C. M. WATTS 1 LAS! and did my Saviour bleed ?
And did my Sovereign die ? Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I ?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree !
And shut his glories in,