5 One with thyself, may every eye,

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In us, thy brethren, see

The gentleness and grace that spring
From union, Lord, with thee.

"O Sacred Head, now Wounded."

10 SACRED Head, now wounded,

With grief and shame weighed down,

Now scornfully surrounded

With thorns, thine only crown;

O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss, till now was thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.

2 What thou, my Lord, hast suffered
Was all for sinners' gain:
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Saviour!
'Tis I deserve thy place;
Look on me with thy favour,
Vouchsafe to me thy grace.

3 The joy can ne'er be spoken
Above all joys beside,

When in thy body broken

I thus with safety hide.

My Lord of life, desiring
Thy glory now to see,

7s & 6s.

Beside thy cross expiring,

I'd breathe my soul to thee.

4 What language shall I borrow
To thank thee, dearest Friend,
For this, thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end!
O make me thine for ever,
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to thee.

5 And when I am departing,
O part not thou from me;
When mortal pangs are darting,
Come, Lord, and set me free!
And when my heart must languish
Amidst the final throe,

Release me from my anguish
By thine own pain and woe.

6 Be near when I am dying,

O show thy cross to me:
And for my succour flying,

Come, Lord, and set me free!

These eyes new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move,

For he who dies believing,
Dies safely, through thy love.

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“He was wounded for our trangressions.”

C. M.

Isa. liii.

10 CHRIST, our ever blessed Lord,
For man's transgression slain,
We thy redeeming love record
In songs of thankful strain.

2 We upward lift our longing eyes,
And muse on Calvary;

On thy mysterious sacrifice,
Thy shame and agony.

3 We all like erring sheep have strayed
From God the Father's care;
The guilt of all on thee was laid,
Our burden thou didst bear.

4 O Christ, be thou our present joy,
Our future great reward;

Our only glory may it be,
To glory in the Lord!

5 0 may we through thy cross and pain,
With all who thee adore,

A blessed resurrection gain,
And life for evermore!

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Christ's Dying Love.

L. M. 6 lines.

1 0 LOVE divine, what hast thou done! The Lord of life hath died for me;

The Father's co-eternal Son

Bore all my sins upon the tree:
Th' incarnate God for me hath died;
The Lord, my Love, was crucified.
2 Sinners, behold, as ye pass by,

The bleeding Prince of life and peace;
Come, sinners, see your Saviour die,
And say, was ever grief like his :
Come, feel with me his blood applied;
The Lord, my Love, was crucified;-
3 Was crucified for you and me,

To bring us, rebels, back to God;
Salvation now for us is free;

His church is purchased with his blood:
Pardon and life flow from his side;
The Lord, my Love, is crucified.
4 Then let us sit beneath his cross,

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And gladly catch the healing stream;
All things for him account but dross,
And give up all our hearts to him ;
Of nothing think or speak beside-
The Lord, my Love, is crucified.

Calvary.

1 To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now

Our weary souls repair;

To dwell upon thy dying love,
And taste its sweetness there.

C. M.

2 Sweet resting-place of every heart
That feels the plague of sin,

Yet knows the deep mysterious joy
Of peace with God within.

3 There, through thine hour of deepest woe,
Thy suffering spirit passed;

Grace there its wondrous victory gained,
And love endured its last.

4 Dear suffering Lamb, thy bleeding wounds,
With cords of love divine,

Have drawn our willing hearts to thee,
And linked our life with thine.

5 Thy sympathies and hopes are ours;
Dear Lord, we wait to see

Creation, all below, above,

Redeemed and blest by thee.

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RESURRECTION AND ASCENSION.

"Thou hast led Captivity captive."

Ps. lxviii. 18.

1 THE happy morn is come;

Triumphant o'er the grave,
The Saviour leaves the tomb,
Almighty now to save:

Captivity is captive led,

For Jesus liveth, who was dead.

H. M.