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Shout, all the creation, below and above,
Ascribing salvation to Jesus's love.
4 His mercy hath brought salvation to all,
Who take it unbought, he frees them from thrall:
Throughout the believer his glory displays,
And perfects for ever the vessels of grace.
l XTENDED on a cursed tree, Besmear'd with dust, and sweat, and blood, See there, the King of glory see Sinks, and expires, the Son of God!
2 Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done
Who could thy sacred body wound 7
No guilt thy spotless heart hath known.
No guile hath in thy lips been found.
3 I,-I alone have done the deed!
'Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn;
My sins have caus’d thee, Lord, to bleed,
Pointed the nail, and fix’d the thorn.
4 For me the burden to sustain
Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid;
To heal me, thou hast borne my pain;
To bless me, thou a curse wast made.
5 In the devouring lion's teeth,
Torn, and forsook of all, I lay;
Thou sprang'st into the jaws of death,
From death to save the helpless prey.
6 My Saviour, how shall I proclaim,
How pay the mighty debt I owe ?
Let all I have, and all I am,
Ceaseless to all thy glory show.
7 Too much to thee I cannot give;
Too much I cannot do for thee :
Let all thy love, and all thy grief,
Graven on my heart for ever be
3 The meek, the still, the lowly mind,
O may I learn from thee, my God;
And love, with softest pity join'd,
For those that trample on thy blood.
9 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs,
O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast:
Till loose from flesh and earth I rise,
And ever in thy bosom rest.
Old Hundred.] HYMN 194. L. M.
1 E that pass by, behold the Man!
The Man of griefs, condemn'd for you!
The Lamb of God, for simmers slain,
Weeping to Calvary pursue.
2 See how his back the scourges tear,
While to the bloody pillar bound !
The ploughers make long furrows there,
Till all his body is one wound.
3 Nor can he thus their hate assuage;
His innocence, to death pursu’d,
Must fully glut their utmost rage;
Hark! how they clamour for his blood
4 To us our own Barabbas give;
Away with him, (they loudly cry :)
Away with him, not fit to live,
The vile seducer crucify:
5 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear,
With nails they fasten to the wood
His sacred limbs, expos'd and bare,
Or only cover'd with his blood.
* See, there! his temples crown'd with thorn' His bleeding hands extended wide :
His streaming feet transfixt and torn
The fountain gushing from his side
7 Where is the King of Glory now!
The everlasting Son of God?
The Immortal hangs his languid brow:
The Almighty faints beneath his load
Beneath my load he faints and dies:
I fill'd his soul with pangs unknown:
I caus’d those mortal groans and cries,
I kill'd the Father's only Son!
JMourner.] HYMN 195. L. M.
l O THOU dear suffering Son God, How doth thy heart to sinners move Help me to catch thy precious blood; Help me to taste thy dying love!
Give me to feel thy agonies,
One drop of thy sad cup afford:
I fain with thee would sympathize,
And share the sufferings of my Lord.
3 The earth could to her centre quake,
Convuls'd while her Creator died :
O let my inmost nature shake,
And die with Jesus crucify’d'
1 At thy last gasp the graves display'd
Their horrors to the upper skies;
O that my soul might burst the shade,
And, quicken'd by thy death, arise
5 The rocks could feel thy powerful death.
And tremble, and asunder part:
O rend with thine expiring breath,
The harder marble of my heart!
1 TESUS drinks the bitter cup,
The wine-press treads alone;
Tears the graves and mountains up
By his expiring groan:
Lo, the powers of heaven he shakes,
Nature in convulsion lies;
Earth's profoundest centre quakes. The great Jehovah dies'
2 O my God, he dies for me,
I }. the mortal smart!
See him hanging on the tree,
A sight that breaks my heart!
O that all to thee might turn!
Sinners, ye may love him too;
Look on him ye pierc'd, and mourn
For one who bled for you.
3 Weep o'er your desire and hope.
With tears of humblest love!
Sing, for Jesus is gone up,
And reigns enthron’d above '
Lives j to die no more,
Power is all to Jesus given;
Worshipp'd as he was before,
The immortal King of heaven.
| Lord, we bless thee for thy grace
And truth, which never fail;
Hast'ning to behold thy face
Without a dimming veil;
We shall see our heavenly King,
All thy glorious love proclaim,
Help the angel choirs to sing
Our blest triumphant Lamb.
WHERE shall my wond'ring soul begin How shall I all to heaven aspire 27 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 ? 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 forgiven, Blest with this antepast of heaven.
And shall I slight my Father's love,
Or basely fear his gifts to own 2
Unmindful of his favours prove 2
Shall I, the hallow’d cross to shun,
Refuse his righteousness to impart,
By hiding it within my heart?
No, though the ancient dragon rage,
And call forth all his host to war;
Though earth's self-righteous sons engage.
Them and their god alike I dare;
Jesus, the sinner's #. proclaim;
Jesus, to sinners still the same.
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 :
He calls you now, invites you home,
Come, O my guilty brethren, come.
For you the purple current flow’d,
In pardons from his wounded side,
Languish’d for you the Son of God,
For you the Prince of Glory died;