4. Tell me, little flock beloved, Ye, on whom shone Jesus' face; What within your souls then moved, When ye felt his kind embrace? O disciple, once most blessed, As a bosom friend caressed, Say, could e'er into thy mind Other objects entrance find! 5. Oft to pray 'r, by night retreated, See him from all search withdrawn; Tearful eyes, and sighs repeated Witness'd still the morning dawn; There, where He made intercession, Or perhaps have join'd thy foes? II of the SUFFERINGS and DEATH of CHRIST. 1012. T. 167. JESUS to thy garden lead us, To behold thy bloody sweat, Let us ne'er the cost forget; By thy spirit in our ears, 1013. T. 99. I smite upon my guilty breast, There, there He bliss for me ob- 2. O that my sins might find their From head and feet, and hands extended; Mark that last groan! He bows his head! 'The tortur'd soul at length hath fled, His heart-strings break! the conflict's ended. 4. Look up, my soul, by faith and see, His heart was pierc'd, was pierc'd for thee; Thence blood and water freely streamed! Blood to atone for heinous sin, Water, to wash the sinner clean; Our debt is paid; we are redeemed, 5. Heart-piercing sight! He bleeds, He dies, For guilty man a sacrifice, The earth the sacred trust receiveth Soon shall he rise triumphantly, And then with shouts ascend on high, Where He to God for ever liveth. 1014. T. 124. JESUS, till my latest breath, As thou yonder Suff'ring Saviour, Me regard in favor. 2. Looking to Gethsemane, Both the guilt of sin I see, Mercy, truth, and righteousness Man's release have signed. 3. Jesus, on thy dol'rous way I would meet thee; With what cruel mockery While a crown of pointed thorns Thy sore temples tearing! Here, here is my resting place, Weeping I will tarry. 9. Yea I give my heart to thee, Faithful Saviour! Living, dying I will be From the tomb I once shall rise, In thy glorious likeness. 1015.* T. 22. ROUND Tabor heav'nly glories shone, But what on Olivet was done, What signaliz'd mount Calvary, 4. From the cross look down at me, Calls forth my praise : — 'twas done Blessed Saviour! As at John complacently! Grant that favor, That I, by thy dying love, And with ardor fired. 5. In thy hands and feet I see Of thy love to worthless me; Drops of blood successively All with blessings teeming. 6. Jesus bows His head and dies! Dark'ning heaven, Lo the sun his beams denies, Rocks are riven! While earth's pillars shake, I find In His passion Cause for exultation, 7. Blood and water from his side Freely floweth: Hence I'm fully certified, My heart knoweth, That eternal life for me When my Lord expired. 8. Now to Joseph's tomb convey'd, He's interred, Be my members with him dead, for me. 1016. T. 166. WHEN I survey the wondrous cross, On which the prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And blush, ashamed of my pride; Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast In ought besides my ransom price, All the vain things which charm'd me most For Christ I freely sacrifice. 2. Behold the dying Lamb of God, And say, was grief like His e'er known; See from his wounds in streams of blood Sorrow and love flow mingled down; What can I offer, that's not thine? My thanks, O Lord, how short they fall! Love so amazing, so divinę, Demands my soul, my life, my All. 1017.* T. 126. WITH grateful heart's sensation My Lord and God I call, 2. His stripes, whereby I'm healed, Are precious to my soul, His blood is now revealed, The balm to make me whole; His cry: "My God, my God, Ah! why, "Why hast thou me forsaken ?" I day and night review The theme of Christ's salvation My pulse shall to his honor beat, Into his faithful hand, Till I before him stand; Till then I never can forget That his atoning passion Hath cancell'd all my debt. 1018. T.244. THE slaughter'd Lamb, my Saviour, My object day and night; His cries and bitter tears, 1019.* WHENEVER I my matchless friend In spirit suff'ring see. Again those stripes I call to mind, Which He endur'd for me. 3. My Saviour's death and passion, [3. Thou richly dost deserve, that His anguish, grief and pain, Until my consummation, The grave, my resting place, THOU hast cancell'd my transgression, Jesus, by thy precious blood, Happiness and peace with God; 2. All the pain thou hast endured, Thy back, ploughed with deep fur While all the wrath, which I should have endured, On thee was poured. 2. How highly is poor man by thee esteemed! Thou gav'st thyself, that he might be Take soul and body, Lord, as an each pulsation Thy praises should express without cessation. And that each drop of blood be hallow'd ever, To thee, my Saviour. 1024. T. 582. Jesus, thou man of woe? 1025.* There my Saviour's pierced feet, (Dying love agrateful sense inspiring) Bath'd in tears I humbly greet; Might I never lose this blest impression, But in spirit fix my happy station 2. Might thy dying look,dear suff'ring Which subdu'd my stubborn heart, Me engage, and rule my whole behaviour, Till I from this world depart; Thus my mortal body I shall cherish, And as thine, with holy rev'rence nourish, Watching, praying, that I now Let me dwell by day and night, At his sepulchre in faith to tarry, 1026. T. 598. No beauty can compare; 2. But while on earth I tarry, Wrapt in this mortal vest, Within thy sanctuary, My troubled soul finds rest. Here die all strange affections; O might 'midst imperfections, Ev'n in my looks be seen, That I with God have been. 3. In this sepulchral Eden, The tree of life I've found, Here is my treasure hidden, I tread on hallow'd ground; Ye sick, ye faint and weary, Howe'er your ailments vary, Creep hither and make sure Of a most perfect cure. 4. Here lies in death's embraces The bloody, dol'rous road, III. Of the FATHER, SON and HOLY GHOST. |