2 When we thy mercy weigh,

How nails and scourges tore thee, Our debt immense to pay;

We melt in tears before thee: Thy pain, thy stripes and wounds, Thy death, thou slaughter'd Lamb, Whence all our bliss redounds,

Our grateful praises claim.

3 Eternal thanks be thine,

Author of our salvation!
Thou didst our hearts incline,
T' accept thy invitation;
We e are thy property,
O may we thine abide;
This is our only plea,

That thou for us hast dy'd.

THY blood, thy blood the deed hath wrought,

That won me for thee, Saviour; Else had I never on thee thought,

Nor come to thee for ever.

2 Tho' I'm a sinful creature still,

I have a full exemption From serving since,since thou didst quell Its pow'r by thy redemption. 3 I feel how much in debt I am,

This makes me oft ashamed;
Yet as thy purchase, slaughter'd Lamb,
I am thro' grace esteemed.

4 O let me thee behold in faith,
As thou for me wast wounded;
And trust in thy atoning death,
Whereon my bliss is grounded.

5 Thy mercy ne'er from me remove;
But under thy direction,
Let me experience, while I live

On earth, thy kind protection.

6 May this each day be my employ,
The fruits of thy blest passion
Still more completely to enjoy,
And taste thy great salvation.
7 Till I shall once behold thy face,

In endless bliss and glory,
And for the wonders of thy grace,
With humble thanks adore thee.

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God!

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T. 228.
O HAPPY hour! by faith I see
My suff'ring, dying Lord for me

Upon the cross outstretched;
If from my view this should depart,
I then should feel a piercing smart,
Yea I should be most wretched:
But he knows me

To be feeble,-and not able
For a moment

To live without his atonement.

2 A sinner I, and full of blame; But " Saviour" is his precious name;

He nothing will deny me; His blood was shed for me, I know, Thence blessings in abundance flow, Nought else could satisfy me. My God!-thy blood

Still can wash me-and refresh me;
It is cleansing,

Pardon, life, and grace dispensing.
3 Therefore I'll ever view my God,
His body cover'd o'er with blood,
His soul with grief oppressed;

This sight removes all doubt and fear,
It gives me boldness to draw near,
By whatsoe'er distressed:
Here I-find joy,

Heav'nly pleasure-beyond measure
Near my Saviour

I would fain abide for ever.

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LAMB of God beloved,
Once for sinners slain,
Thankful we remember,
What thou didst sustain;
Nothing thee incited

But unbounded grace,
To bear condemnation
In the sinners' place.

2 This fills me with rapture,
That thou bar'st my smart,
And thy dying figure
Captivates my heart;
Since thou by thy passion

Didst for me atone,
I myself surrender

To thee, as thine own.

3 In thy wounds, O Jesus!
I have found true peace;
Thou in all distresses
Art my hiding-place;
Unto thee I'll ever

Look with humble faith,
And rejoice, and glory
In thy wounds and death.
4 I unworthy sinner

Lie before thy throne;
Tho' I scarce am able
To express, I own,
All my wants, dear Saviour,
Yet thou know'st them well;

Now in me the counsel
Of thy love fulfil.

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TIS done, my God hath dy'd,
My love is crucify'd.
Break, this stony heart of mine,
Pour my eyes a ceaseless flood,
Feel, my soul, the
pangs divine,

Catch, my heart, the issuing blood!

2 To love thee, Lord,-ah! this
Ev'n here is heav'nly bliss;
With thy love my heart inspire,
There by faith for ever dwell;
This I always will desire,
Nothing but thy love to feel.
3 He bore the curse of all,
A spotless criminal:
Burden'd with our crimes and guilt,
Blacken'd with imputed sin,
Man to save his blood he spilt,

Dy'd, to make the sinner clean.
4 Join earth and heav'n to bless
The Lord our Righteousness;
Sinn'd we ALL, and dy'd in One;

Just in One we ALL are made: Christ the law fulfill'd alone,

Dy'd for all, for all obey'd.

5 In him complete I shine, His death, his life is mine; Fully am I justify'd;

Free from sin, and more than free, Guiltless, since for me he dy'd, Righteous, since he liv'd for me! 6 Jesus! to thee I bow,

Approach thee humbly now. O the depths of love divine! Who thy wisdom's stores can tell? Knowledge infinite is thine, All thy ways unsearchable.

3 By his blood shed, The Lamb hath paid

My ransom price, Offer'd a sacrifice

Well-pleasing unto God;-His blood
For me avail'd,-And never fail'd
To give me peace

And solid happiness.

tears,

His bloody sweat,

And all his torments great,

His stripes and ev'ry wound,-Abound With life and grace,-Yea lasting bliss: From Golgotha

My soul would never stray.

371. T. 205. LAMB of God, thy precious blood, Healing wounds, and bitter death, Be our trust,- -our only boast,

Blessed object of our faith! Thy once marred countenance Comfort to our hearts dispense, By thy anguish, stripes and pain May we life and strength obtain. 2 We adore-thee evermore, Jesus, for thy boundless grace; For thy cross-whereby for us

Thou hast gain'd true happiness; For thy death which sets us free From sin's cruel slavery; For thy all-atoning blood, Which hath brought us nigh to God. 3 What can we now give to thee, For thy unexampled love! We're unclean-and full of sin,

Till thou dost our guilt remove :
All that's good in us, we own,
Is not ours, but thine alone;
Unto us belongeth shame;.
But all glory to thy name.
4 Thro' thy grace,—may we always
Put our trust in thee by faith,
And rely-eternally

On thy meritorious death:
Fill our hearts with constant peace,
Till in thee we end our race,
And shall thee for evermore,
'Midst the ransom'd hosts adore.

2 'Tis then, with happy John, I view His body, mark'd with scars; Like Mary, I his feet bedew

With floods of sinner-tears;
I'm struck with this most charming sight
The Lamb of God is my delight,
The glory of the Trinity
In him by faith I see.

3 Free from the noisy, busy crowd,
Here would I ever stay,
And live in union with my God,

With Jesus night and day:
Extolling his unbounded love,
Till to his presence I remove,
And there, in higher notes of praise,
My Hallelujahs raise.

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WHAT praise unto the Lamb is due! How should this theme our souls inspire When we his boundless love review,

And see him in his blood expire! Who can describe how much he lov'd,

Or paint that strong and fervent zeal, With which his tender heart was mov'd, When he sustain'd the pangs of hell! 2 While others make the law their aim, Thence count their gain, thence mourn their loss,

We'll know, and seek no other name Than Jesus bleeding on the cross; Jesus, the mourning sinner's feast,

The true believer's only Good; He longs to give, we long to taste

Our meat and drink his flesh and blood. 3 In lively colors, Jesus, draw [breast; Thy bleeding wounds within my And make thy dying love my law, Till sin is wholly dispossest:

By grace alone we wish to live,
Nor from the law seek ease again;
For if thy blood can't vict❜ry give,
Legal attempts will all prove vain.

374. T. 16.

SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend,
Life and health and peace possessing
From the sinner's dying Friend.
2 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.
3 Truly blessed is this station,

Low before his cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Floating in his languid eye.
4 Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the cross I gaze;
Love I much? I've more forgiven,
I'm a miracle of
grace.

5 Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears his feet I'll bathe; Constant still in faith abiding,

Life deriving from his death. 6 May I still enjoy this feeling, In all need to Jesus go; Prove his wounds each day more healing, And himself more fully know.

2 O may I humbly onward move,
While dying here I stay,
And Jesus, whom my soul doth love,
Prepare me for his day.

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BE thy wounds and cross

Ever new to us!

From thy suff'ring scenes and merit
Nothing e'er divert our spirit;
With thy blood bedew
All we think or do.

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ETERNITY's expansions,
Time's numberless dimensions,
In spirit I have trac'd :
But nothing hath so struck me,
As when God's Spirit took me

TO GOLGOTHA: O! God be prais'd!

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SING Hallelujah, honor, praise;
Your grateful lauds to Jesus raise,
O favor'd congregation!

For he became a sacrifice,
And paid in blood our ransom price,
Procuring our salvation.
Holy,-happy

Is our union and communion
With our Saviour,

Blessed be his name for ever!

381.*

XXI.

T. 97.

THOU Source of love, theu sinners
Friend,

Thy mercy who can comprehend?
Who ever can presume to say,
He lov'd, ere thou hadst shown the way
Thou, who hast lov'd us from eternity,
Doth raise within us genuine love to

thee.

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and hell

Who did so basely'gainst his Lord rebel!

3 Thy love, which always is the same,
Can ev'n the coldest hearts inflame,
Yea, they must feel a kindling ray,
Dissolve in tears and melt away;
Thy mercy, Lord, is such an endless store,
Man's reason here must silently adore.

4 However weak and helpless we,
However pow'rful sin may be,
Thou art our Strength in ev'ry case;
Thro' thy support and aiding grace
We firmly trust that we shall con-
qu'rors prove,
Since thou dost give us vict'ry from

above.

5 Lo, we fall down with filial fear, Conscious that thou art present here; We humbly laud thy saving name, We sink, abas'd with humble shame, Almighty God, before thy glorious throne;

And thee ouronly Lord and Saviourown.

6 Reach out thy sceptre, King of love, Let us thy royal favor prove, Who, conscious of our indigence, Approach thy throne with confidence; O teach our lips to praise, our hearts to glow,

Oureyes with grateful tears to overflow.

I will receive thee graciously;
Tho' thou be sinful, ready to despair,
Thou shalt my pardon, help and glory
share."

3 What wonder in the soul takes place,
When we survey thy boundless grace!
To know our own depraved heart,
And thy great name, and what thou art,
And yet to find thee still so gracious

prove;

This makes us sink abas'd with shame and love.

4 We all know who, and what we are,
And all with one consent declare,
That we no good in us could find
To move thee, Lord, to be so kind:
Yet many here with inward rapture feel
Thy Spirit's unction, and assuring seal,
5 O ground us deeper still in thee,
And let us thy true foll'wers be;
And when of thee we testify,
Fill thou our souls with heav'nly joy:
May thy blest Spirit all our souls inspire,
And set each cold and lifeless heart on
fire.

6 Our souls and bodies, Lord, prepare,
That we rich fruit for thee may bear;
Grant we may live unto thy praise,
And serve thy cause with faithfulness;
Since grace and truth is our hearts'
wish and aim,
O glorify in us thy saving name.