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2 I, sinful worm, with awe before him
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Now freely floweth
On him, who Jesus knoweth
As Lord and God. :/: Where he in blood expired for his foes : eace !
With deepest rev'rence humbly I adore 4 We are redeem'd,
Mydying Lord who all my sorrows bore. Redeem'd to endless bliss, !
Our souls rejoice at this;
(view : We see our debt discharged,
[maintain, Unto the Lamb once slain; Food
3 This blessed truth I firmly will Bring for salvation Ei
That my Creator for my sins was slain: Praise, thanks and adoration,
May this constrain me gladly to obey, Hallelujah! :|: SS, And love the Lord, who took my sins
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THERE is a fountain fillid with blood 114.
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,
Wash'd all my sins away..
3 E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream, Subdue my cold and lifeless heart;
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love hath been my theme, e! And in return with love to glow:
And shall be till I die, ilt , Thy love divine-My heart incline,
4 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy pow'r to save;
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring
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THY blood so dear and precious, ;
Love made thee shed for me:
O may I now, dear Jesus, d, Adore and wonder,
Love thee most fervently:
Of thy atoning death,
And all thy bitter passion,
Ne'er leave me while I've breath. and
[God I see, Whose stream thy thirst assuages,
WHENE'ER the suffring Lamb of Was rent for thee.
It raiseth grief and joy alternately; 3 The precious flood
Grief, since I caus'd him all his bitter Of water and of blood,
pain, Of sin-atoning blood,
Joy, since thereby he life forme did gain.
"Tis finish'd now,
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12 All the pains and sorrows ALL hail ! thou Lamb of God,
He endured for us ;
All the tears he shed,
When he in the garden,
Bearing our sin's burden,
In soul's anguish pray'd :
Yea, each part of toil and smart
In my soul excites a motion
To intense devotion.
3 Soul, from toil reposing, Sinners, sinners,
Languid eyes, just closing, Ah! behold the Man !
Side, pierc'd with a spear; Sinners, sinners,
Limbs, to pain inured, Ah! behold the Man !
Feet, for me thro' bored,
Hands, the nails did tear ; 2 Bearing the cross's weight, Thou mountest Calv'ry's height,
Head, by right divinely bright,
Crown'd with pointed thorns& bruised, I weeping follow thee, For all is done for me,
Spit on and abused; For me, thine enemy!
4 Breast, which heaves with sorrows; All hail! as in
Back, plough'd o'er with furrows,
From the scourges sore; In torments bow'st thy head; Arms, in pain extended, Thanks for thy pierced side!
Shoulders, raw and wounded, Sinners, sinners,
Hair distain'd with gore; All who
Sacred Lips, in death how pale ! Hearken, hearken,
Jesus Christ, thy bitter passion Mark his dying cry!
Prompts my adoration. 3 “ 'Tis finishid,” Jesus cries,
5 Lamb of God, thus dearest He bows his head, and dies;'
Thou to me appearest; : The vail is rent' in twain,
O might I each breath Burst is the captive's chain,
Spend, while here I'm living,
In praise and thanksgiving
A poor sinner still I am,
Ah! behold me with compassion,
Grant me consolation.
T. 581. Faithful, faithful
MET around the sacred tomb, Saviour, God and Lord!
Friends of Jesus, why those tears ? 'Midst this sad sepulchral gloom
Shall HAPPY meditation
your faith give way to fears?
He will soon, ev'n as he said,
Rise triumphant from the dead.
2 Hidden from all ages past What a feeling blessed,
Was the cross's mystery, At such times I have,
Doubts awhile a veil had cast
O'er that first dear family;
And as Lord and God receiv’d.
3 Now with tears of love and joy,
2 For worthless me (O Godlike conWe remember all his pain,
The Maker of creation's boundless
Whom all celestial hosts as Lord revere,
Whose pow'r divine is past their com4 Hither, sinners, all repair,
Became a man, my guilty soul to save, And with Jesus Christ be dead,
And rests from labor in the silent grave. All are safe from Satan's snare,
Who to Jesus' tomb have fled; s Here is the place where weary souls Here the weary and opprest
may tarry; Find a never-ending rest.
Tho' near the dead, death can no pow'r 5 Wounded Saviour, full of grace, assume,
Hast thou suffer'd thus for me? For life, eternal life rests in this tomb. Ah! I hide my blushing face ; Come then, my pardon'd soul, with How have I requited thee?
(sleep; Should not I with ardor burn
Behold thy wearied Master sweetly Some love's token to return?
Admire his matchless love, adore and
weep. 6 But alas, the spark how small!
Scarcely seen at all to glow; 4 I view in thee, thou wan and man-
And my growth in grace how slow; My Lord, Redeemer, Priest and Sacri-
price, I have thee my refuge made,
My soul's Belov'd, the Fairest, white And when once consign’d to dust,
and ruddy; In the tomb my body's laid,
The promis'd Seed, the Lord our
The long-predicted Lamb and Prince
5 Here will I stay, engag'd in contemMay I help and comfort find,
plation Visiting Gethsemane,
On my Redeemer's agony and death; Calvary and Joseph's tomb,
This shall increase and fix my wav'ring Till my sabbath’s also come.
faith In thee, the Finisher of my salvation;
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The sins which did my Jesus crucify. Now haste, my soul, with awe and 6 Thou Lord of life! fix thou my
soul deep devotion,
and senses To Joseph's tomb, thy Saviour to behold On thee, the dearest object of my heart; Laid in the dust, his body pale and cold. That when from this vain world I shall Ah! in thy stead he drank death’s bit depart, ter potion :
And when the awful scene of death
was wounded, bruis'd and commences,
I may resign my spirit unto thee,
Is an open
7 Meanwhile I'll love and thank with.
T. 45 out cessation Thee, my Redeemer, who my soul O Deepest grief,—which the relief hast bought,
of mankind hath procured ! And me a wand'ring sheep in mercy God's beloved only Son sought!
In a tomb was buried. Accept my tears, my pray'r and adoration;
2 Ye sons of men, this doleful plan
Is beyond expression.
3 The Lamb of Godshed all his
blood, Now while 1, like Mary,
Which flow'd upon the mountain ; My best spices carry
This for all iniquity To my Saviour's tomb;
fountain. I'll behold his body Mangled, pale, and bloody;
4 O Prince of Peace,--thou Source of Now my sabbath's come.
grace, But, alas; what spices has
And Author of salvation !
5 How blest he is-who weigheth this, There stretch'd oat already,
That God became his Saviour, Lifeless I behold:
To bestow eternal life
Upon him for ever!
6 O Jesus blest!--my heart's true test, Deep and wide I see his side,
Be thou '
my soul's desire, Livid wounds on ev'ry member
Till I too can in my tomb I see without number.
From this world retire.. 3 Back, the scourges plonghed ! Side, whence blood-streams flowed !
Hands, and feet, and head! Lips, o'er which death hover'd,
SLAUGHTER'D Lamb, :;: Now with paleness cover'd !
My Redeemer! while I view Cheeks, whose color's fled!
Thee by faith, I'm lost in wonder; Bruised face-still full of grace!
Grateful tears my cheeks bedew: On this scene I gaze ashamed,
Blessed Saviour, when I Weep whene'er 'tis named.
On the cause of all thy grief & smart, 4 Lamb of God, my Saviour,
my Thou shalt be for ever most fav’rite theme:
2 Holy Lord, :11: And for thy atonement,
By thy body giv'n to death, Might I ev'ry moment
Mortify my sinful nature Praise thy saving name:
Till I yield my dying breath. Constantlythy passion be,
Ah, protect thy feeble creature, Till my final consummation,
Till I shall in heav'n for ever be, My heart's meditation,
Lord, with thee. :/:
By now Could a rend All ru
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aid Go my soul, go ev'ry day,
To the tomb where Jesus lay;
my members with him dead,
Near my Saviour's sacred tomb; =;
Evil never can molest
RESTING in the silent grave,
Spent with torment, pangs and cries,
Him, whose thunders shake the skies!
MOST holy Lord and God!
I can life and strength obtain: Holy and most merciful Saviour !
Lose the comforts from thy death!
Have mercy, O Lord !
VI. Of the Resurrection of Christ from the Grave.
4 How great and wondrous was the CHRIST Jesus was to death abas'd
Life was by death assailed! (strife,
But Jesus Christ, the Prince of life,
O'er sin and death prevailed;
He triumph'd over them in death,
And we are conqu’rors too by faith
In Christ our risen Saviour.
5 He is the blessed Paschal Lamb, 2 By none of all the human race By God himself appointed:
Could death and hell be foiled ; The prophets all aloud proclaim
and was entaild on all; Subdu'd is that destroyer.
To lively hopes to raise us :
And join to sing his praises:
And all the pow'rs of darkness.