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ESUS drinks the bitter cup,
The wine-press treads alone;
and mountains up,
graves

Tears the

By His expiring groan;

Lo! the powers of heaven He shakes;
Nature in convulsions lies;

Earth's profoundest centre quakes;
The great JEHOVAH dies!

2 Well may heaven be clothed in black,
And solemn sackcloth wear,

Jesu's agonies partake,

The hour of darkness share :
Mourn the' astonish'd hosts above;
Silence saddens all the skies;
Kindler of seraphic love,

The God of angels dies!

3 O my God! He dies for me,
I feel the mortal smart!

See Him hanging on the tree,—

A sight that breaks my heart!
Oh, that all to Thee might turn!
Sinners, ye may love Him too;
Look on Him ye pierced, and mourn
For One who bled for you!

4 Weep o'er your desire and hope,
With tears of humblest love:
Sing, for Jesus is gone up,

And reigns enthroned above;
Lives our Head, to die no more;
Power is all to Jesus given,-
Worshipped as He was before,

The' Immortal King of heaven.

5 Lord, we bless Thee for Thy grace
And truth, which never fail;
Hastening to behold Thy face,
Without a dimming veil,

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We shall see our heavenly King,
All Thy glorious love proclaim;
Help the angel-choirs to sing
Our dear triumphant Lamb.

SACRED Head, once wounded,
With grief and pain weighed down,

How scornfully surrounded

With thorns, Thine only crown!
How pale art Thou with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish,
Which once was bright as morn!

2 O Lord of Life and Glory,

What bliss till now was Thine!
I read the wondrous story,
I joy to call Thee mine.
Thy grief and Thy compassion
Were all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.

3 What language shall I borrow,
To praise Thee, heavenly Friend;
For this Thy dying sorrow,

Thy pity without end?

Lord, make me Thine for ever,
Nor let me faithless prove;

Oh, let me never, never
Abuse such dying love!
4 Lord, at my dissolution
Do not from me depart;
Support, at life's conclusion,
My feeble, fainting heart.
Ah! then, though I be dying,
Midst sickness, grief, and pain,
I shall, on Thee relying,

Eternal life obtain.

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O! on the inglorious tree
The Lord of Glory hangs;
Behold! Forsaken now is He,
And pierced with keenest pangs.
A shameful death He dies,
And with transgressors twain ;
The Lamb of God for sacrifice;
By cruel sinners slain.

Full is His cup of woe;

In death His head declines;

""Tis done!" aloud He cries; and now

His spotless soul resigns.

O come, my soul, and gaze

On that great grief, that crown
Of thorn; in deep and dread amaze
There look, adore, and mourn.

For thee He shed His blood;
Weep o'er thy mighty sin.

My soul, to that accursed wood
Thou, thou hast nailed Him !

To Thee, the mighty Lord,

Who washed our sins away,

Who hast redeemed us by Thy blood,-
Our boundless thanks we pay.

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IS finish'd! The Messiah dies,
Cut off for sins, but not His own!
Accomplished is the sacrifice,

The great redeeming work is done.
2 Finish'd the first transgression is,
And purged the guilt of actual sin,
And everlasting righteousness

Is now to all the world brought in.

3 The veil is rent in Christ alone;
The living way to heaven is seen;
The middle wall is broken down,
And all mankind may enter in.
4 The types and figures are fulfilled;
Exacted is the legal pain;

The precious promises are sealed; The spotless Lamb of God is slain. 5 The reign of sin and death is o'er,

And all may live from sin set free; Satan hath lost his mortal power; "Tis swallowed up in victory. 6 Saved from the legal curse I am,

My Saviour hangs on yonder tree:
See there the meek, expiring Lamb!
'Tis finish'd! He expires for me.
7 Accepted in the Well-beloved,

And clothed in righteousness divine,
I see the bar to heaven removed;

And all Thy merits, Lord, are mine.
8 Death, hell, and sin are now subdued;
All grace is now to sinners given;
And, lo! I plead the' atoning blood,
For pardon, holiness, and heaven.

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

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day;

And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb! Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved, to sin no more.

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

5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save,

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.

6 Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared
(Unworthy though I be)

For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me!

7 'Tis strung and tuned for endless years,
And formed by power divine,

To sound in God the Father's ears

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No other name but Thine.

S.M.

OT all the blood of beasts,

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On Jewish altars slain,

WATTS. 1709.

Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain:

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;

A sacrifice of nobler name
And richer blood than they.
My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
My soul looks back to see

The burdens Thou didst bear
When hanging on the cursed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.

Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove ;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,

And sing His bleeding love.