4 Then let us sit beneath his cross, 1 And gladly catch the healing stream: Salem.] HYMN 188. C. M. B EHOLD the Saviour of mankind How vast the love that him inclin'd 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, 3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid, See where he bows his sacred head! 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, .. And in full glory shine: 1 O Lamb of God, was ever pain, Burslem.] HYMN 189. L. M. him who did salvation bring, 2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given! 3 To shame our sins he blush'd in blood, I shed my tears and make my moan! 5 Insatiate to this spring I fly; Ah! who against thy charms is proof? Arlington.] HYMN 190. C. M. 1 PLUN OLUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair, Without one cheering beam of hope, 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief: He saw, and (O amazing love!) He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above 4 O for this love let rocks and hills 5 Angels, assist our mighty joys; But when you raise your highest notes, Shields.] HYMN 191.-C. M. ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head 2 Was it for crimes that I have done, 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, When Christ the mighty Maker died, 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay Portuguese.] HYMN 192. 10's & 11's. 1 E heavens rejoice in Jesus's grace, praise: his Our all-loving Saviour hath pacify'd God, And paid for his favour the price of his blood. 2 Ye mountains and vales, in praises abound, Ye hills and ye dales, continue the sound; Break forth into singing, ye trees of the wood, For Jesus is bringing lost sinners to God. 3 Atonement he made for every one, The debt he hath paid, the work he hath done; Shout, all the creation, below and above, 4 His mercy hath brought salvation to all, Luton.] HYMN 193. L. M. on a cursed tree, 1 EXTENDED with cuust, and sweat, and blood, See there, the King of glory see! Sinks, and expires, the Son of God! 2 Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done? Who could thy sacred body wound? No guilt thy spotless heart hath known, No guile hath in thy lips been found. 3 I,-I alone have done the deed! 'Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn; My sins have caus'd thee, Lord, to bleed, Pointed the nail, and fix'd the thorn. 4 For me the burden to sustain Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid; 5 In the devouring lion's teeth, Torn, and forsook of all, I lay; 7 Too much to thee I cannot give; Let all thy love, and all thy grief, 8 The meek, the still, the lowly mind, 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. Old Hundred.] HYMN 194. L. M. The Lamb of God, for sinners slain, for you! 2 See! how his back the scourges tear, 3 Nor can he thus their hate assuage; 4 To us our own Barabbas give; Away with him, (they loudly cry :) 5 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear, Or only cover'd with his blood. 6 See, there! his temples crown'd with thorn! His bleeding hands extended wide! |