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4 And since my soul has known His love,
What mercies has He made me prove!
My Jesus has done all things well. 5 Soon shall I pass the vale of death,
And in His arms shall lose my breath ;
And join the anthems in the skies ;
Drawn out in living characters.
Such deference to Thy Father's will ;
I would transcribe, and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervour of Thy prayer ;
Thy conflict, and Thy victory too.
Amongst the followers of the Lamb. 247
L.M. A. C. Coxe. 1848.
In wondrous love, O Lamb of God !
Thou Son of man, Thou Light of Light ;-
3 0, who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before ?
So glorious in humility ?
Was pang and scoff and scorn to Thee
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed. 5 Oh, in Thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe !
To trace Thy footsteps, O my God! 248
6-7s. MONTGOMERY. 1825.
Watch with Him one bitter hour :
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of Life arraigned.
O the pangs His soul sustained !
Learn of Him to bear the cross.
There, adoring at His feet,
God's own sacrifice complete.
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
Where they laid His breathless clay,
Who hath taken Him away?
For such a worm as I ?
He groaned upon the tree?
And love beyond degree!
And shut His glories in,
For man, the creature's sin.
While His dear cross appears ;
And melt mine eyes to tears.
The debt of love I owe;
'Tis all that I can do. 250
C.M. P. J. WRIGHT. 1860.
1 His royal throne on high,
A Man of Sorrows die.
He sweats great drops of blood,
And meekly pleads with God. 3 Uplifted on Mount Calvary,
With anguish deep, He cries,
The Man of Sorrows dies.
In mercy save my soul !
While endless ages roll.
78 & 6s. C. WESLEY. 1745. · JESUS drinks the bitter cup,
JJ The wine-press treads alone;
By His expiring groan;
The great JEHOVAH dies !
And solemn sackcloth wear,
The hour of darkness share :
The God of angels dies !
I feel the mortal smart !
A sight that breaks my heart !
For One who bled for you!
With tears of humblest love :
And reigns enthroned above;
The' Immortal King of heaven.
And truth, which never fail ;
Without a dimming veil,
We shall see our heavenly King,
7.6. D. P. Gerhardt. 1659. SACRED Head, once wounded,
With grief and pain weighed down,
With thorns, Thine only crown !
With sore abuse and scorn!
Which once was bright as morn!
What bliss till now was Thine!
I joy to call Thee mine.
Were all for sinners' gain;
But Thine the deadly pain.
To praise Thee, heavenly Friend ; ,
Thy pity without end ?
Nor let me faithless prove;
Abuse such dying love !
Do not from me depart;
My feeble, fainting heart.
Midst sickness, grief, and pain,