And love, with softest pity joined, 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.

389

L.M.

C. WESLEY,

YE hers, condemned for you!
E that pass by, behold the Man!

The Lamb of God, for sinners 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 pursued,
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,-exposed and bare,
Or only covered with His blood.

6 See there! His temples crowned with thorn, His bleeding hands extended wide,

His streaming feet, transfixed 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!
8 Beneath my load He faints and dies:
I filled His soul with pangs unknown:
I caused those mortal groans and cries,
I killed the Father's only Son!

390 (45)

THOU dear suffering Son of God,

0 How doth Thy heart to sinners move!

Help me to catch Thy precious blood;
Help me to taste Thy dying love.
2 The earth could to her centre quake,
Convulsed, while her Creator died;
O let mine inmost nature shake,
And die with Jesus crucified!

3 At Thy last gasp the graves displayed
Their horrors to the upper skies:

O that my soul might burst the shade,
And, quickened by Thy death, arise!
4 The rocks could feel Thy powerful death,
And tremble, and asunder part:

O rend, with Thine expiring breath,
The harder marble of my heart!

5 My stony heart Thy voice shall rent,
Thou wilt, I trust, the veil remove;
My inmost bowels shall resent
The yearnings of Thy dying love.

391

6-7s.

C. WESLEY.

HBreak by Jesu's cross subdued;

EARTS of stone, relent, relent,

See His body, mangled, rent,
Covered with a gore of blood!
Sinful soul! what hast thou done?
Crucified God's only Son!

2 Yes, our sins have done the deed!

Driven the nails that fixed Him there; Crowned with thorns His sacred head; Pierced Him with the soldier's spear; Made His soul a sacrifice;

For a sinful world He dies.

8 Shall we let Him die in vain ?

Still to death pursue our God?
Open all His wounds again,
Trample on His precious blood?

No; with all our sins we part;
Saviour, take my broken heart!

392 (480)

L.M.

J. WESLEY.

From Count ZINZENDORF and ANNA and JOHN
NITSCHMAN.

THIRST, Thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in Thy cleansing blood;
To dwell within Thy wounds: then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.
2 Take my poor heart, and let it be
For ever closed to all but Thee!
Seal Thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love for ever there!
3 How blest are they who still abide
Close sheltered in Thy bleeding side!
Who life and strength from thence derive,
And by Thee move, and in Thee live.
4 What are our works but sin and death,
Till Thou Thy quickening Spirit breathe?
Thou giv'st the power Thy grace to move→
O wondrous grace! O boundless love!
5 How can it be, Thou heavenly King,
That Thou should'st us to glory bring?
Make slaves the partners of Thy throne,
Deck'd with a never-fading crown?

6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow,
Our words are lost; nor will we know,
Nor will we think of aught beside,
"My Lord, my love is crucified."

7 Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders Thou hast wrought
Unloose our stammering tongues, to tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable.

8 First-born of many brethren Thou!
To Thee, lo! all our souls we bow:
To Thee our hearts and hands we give:
Thine may we die: Thine may we live!

393

2

2-6s & 4-7s.

C. WESLEY.

SAVIOUR, the world's and mine,
Was ever grief like Thine!
Thou my pain, my curse hast took,
All my sins were laid on Thee:
Help me, Lord; to Thee I look
Draw me, Saviour, after Thee.
'Tis done! my God hath died:
My Love is crucified!

Break, this stony heart of mine;
Pour, mine eyes, a ceaseless flood;
Feel, my soul, the pangs Divine;
Catch, my heart, the issuing blood!
3 His would I wholly be

4

5

Who lived and died for me:
Grief was all His life below,

Pain, and poverty, and loss:

Mine the sins that bruised Him so,
Scourged, and nailed Him to the cross.
To love is all my wish,

I only live for this:

Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire,

There, by faith, for ever dwell:

This I always will require,

Thee, and only Thee, to feel.

Thy power I pant to prove,
Rooted and fixed in love;

Strengthened by Thy Spirit's might,

Wise to fathom things divine,
What the length, and breadth, and height,
What the depth of love like Thine.

6 Ah! give me this to know,

With all Thy saints below:

Swells my soul to compass Thee,
Gasps in Thee to live and move,
Filled with all the Deity,

All immersed and lost in love!

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0

L.M. 6 lines.

C. WESLEY.

LOVE Divine! what hast Thou done?
The' immortal God hath died for me!

The Father's co-eternal Son

Bore all my sins upon the tree:
The' immortal God for me hath died!
My Lord, my Love is crucified.

2 Behold Him, all ye that pass by,

The bleeding Prince of Life and Peace!
Come, see, ye worms, your Maker die,
And say, was ever grief like His?
Come, feel with me His blood applied:
My Lord, my Love is crucified.
3 Is crucified for me and you,

To bring us rebels back to God:
Believe, believe the record true,

Ye all are bought with Jesu's blood;
Pardon for all flows from His side;
My Lord, my Love is crucified.
4 Then let us sit beneath His cross:
And gladly catch the healing stream:
All things for Him account but loss,
And give up all our hearts to Him:
Of nothing think or speak beside,
"My Lord, my Love is crucified.'

7s. D.

C. WESLEY.

395 (421)
COME, ye weary sinners, come,

All who groan beneath your load;
Jesus calls His wanderers home:
Hasten to your pardoning God.
Come, ye guilty spirits, oppressed,
Answer to the Saviour's call:
"Come, and I will give you rest,
Come, and I will save you all."
2 Jesus, full of truth and love,
We Thy kindest word obey,
Faithful let Thy mercies prove,
Take our load of guilt away:
Fain we would on Thee rely,
Cast on Thee our sin and care;
To Thine arms of mercy fly,
Find our lasting quiet there,