Here's my claim, and here alone; 131. L. M. NOW WATTS'S P. The Sufferings of Chrift. OW let our mournful fongs record When he complain'd in tears and blood, The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And fhook their heads, and laugh'd in scorn; "He refcu'd others from the grave, "Now let him try himself to fave. "This is the man who did pretend "God was his father and his friend'; "If God the blessed lov'd him so, Why doth he fail to help him now ?" Barbarous people! cruel priefts! When God had left him in their pow'r. They wound his head, his hands, his feet, 134. L. M. STEELE. A dying Savior. STRETCHID of the crot, the dariot dies; Hark! his expiring groans aríte! See, from his hands, his feet, his side, But life attends the deathful found, To fuffer in the traitor's place, And didst thou bleed, for finners bleed? Can I furvey this scene of woe Come, dearest Lord, thy pow'r impart, IS 135. Chatham T. It is finished. 'T finish'd, the Redeemer faid; Then meekly bow'd his dying head, Oh how important is the word! Th' accufing law cancell'd by blood; Is in oblivion laid. Who now fhall urge a fecond claim? The law cannot the faint condemn I 136. C. M. WATTS'S H. Another. SING my Savior's wond'rous death; ""Tis finish'd," said his dying breath, "Tis finish'd," our Immanuel cries, His cross a fure foundation laid Sits our victorious Lord; To heav'n and hell his hands divide Await their fev'ral crowns, 137. C. M. STENNET, altered. The Attraction of the Crofs. ONDER-amazing fight!-I fee Expiring on th' accursed tree, Behold the purple torrents run Down from his hands and head: The trembling earth, the darken'd sky So great, fo vait a facrifice 138. L. M. Lambeth T. Myfery of the Crofs. TOW willing was Jefus to die, HT That poor wretched finners might live! In millions of creatures, which fell Of vengeance on Jefus our Head: 1 Suftain'd him, till nature was dead. |