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Hallelujah! 1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy Came in deep humility. Sounds aloud from Calvary ;
2 Jesus comes again in mercy, See ! it rends the rocks asunder,
When our hearts are bowed with care ; Shakes the earth, and veils the sky: Jesus comes again in answer “It is finished !"
To our earnest, heartfelt prayer; • Hear the dying Saviour cry.
Hallelujah! 2. “It is finished !"-oh, what pleasure
Comes to save us from despair. Do these precious words afford ! 3 Jesus comes to souls rejoicing, Heavenly blessings, without measure, 1 Bringing news of sin forgiven; Flow to us from Christ the Lord : Jesus comes in sounds of gladness, “It is finished !"
Lifting up our souls to heaven; Saints, the dying words record.
Hallelujah! 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Now the gate of death is riven. Join to sing the pleasing theme: 4 Jesus comes in joy and sorrow, All on earth and all in heaven,
Shares alike our hopes and fears; Join to praise Immanuel's name! Jesus comes whate'er befalls us, Hallelujah!
Glads our hearts and dries our tears, Glory to the bleeding Lamb !
Cheering e'en our failing years. 161
5 Jesus comes on clouds, triumphant, 1 JESUS came, the heavens adoring,
When the heavens shall pass away; Came with peace from realms on Jesus comes again in glory; high;
Let us then our homage pay: Jesus came for man's redemption
Hallelujah! Lowly came on earth to die ;
Sing we“ till the break of day.”
Sad and dying, who is He?
By the last and bitter cry, Streaming blood and writhing limb, The ghost given up in agony; By the flesh with scourges torn,
By the lifeless body laid By the crown of twisted thorn,
In the chamber of the dead; By the side so deeply pierced,
By the mourners come to weep By the baffled, burning thirst,
Where the bones of Jesus sleep ; By the drooping, death-dewed brow; Crucified ! we know Thee now;
Son of Man! 'tis Thou ! 'tis Thou ! Son of Man, 'tis Thou ! 'tis Thou ! 2 Bound upon the accurséd tree, 14 Bound upon the accurséd tree, Dread and awful, who is He?
Dread and awful, who is He ? By the sun at noonday pale,
By the prayer for them that slew, Shivering rocks and rending veil, “Lord ! they know not what they do!" By earth that trembles at His doom, By the spoiled and empty grave, By yonder saints that burst their tomb, By the souls He died to save, By Eden, promised ere He died
By the conquest He hath won, To the felon at His side;
By the saints before His throne, Lord! our suppliant knees we bow; By the rainbow round His brow; Son of God, 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou! i Son of God, 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou !
163 (In ordinary use.)
13 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power, 1 THERE is a fountain filled with blood
Till all the ransomed Church of God Drawn from Immanuel's veins ;
Be saved, to sin no more.
4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply, 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save, 3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
When this poor lisping, stammering Shall never lose its power,
tongue Till all the ransomed Church of God
Lies silent in the grave.
6 Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, 4 E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Unworthy though I be,
For me a blood-bought free reward, Redeeming love has been my theme,
A golden harp for me : And shall be till I die. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
7 'Tis strung, and tuned for endless years,
And formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father's ears
No other name but Thine. Lies silent in the grave.
165 (The Original.)
1 My dying Saviour and my God, 1 There is a fountain filled with blood I Fountain for guilt and sin,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins; Sprinkle me ever with Thy blood, And sinners plunged beneath that flood, And cleanse, and keep me clean. Lose all their guilty stains.
2 Wash me, and make me thus Thine ' 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
own; That fountain in his day ;
Wash me, and mine Thou art ! And there have I, as vile as he,
Wash me, but not my feet alone ; Washed all my sins away.
My hands, my head, my heart !
In the tomb the Saviour lay ;
Hidden by the sealéd stone. 2 Late at even there was seen
Watching long the Magdalene ;
I would solemn vigil spend ;
None but Thee may ever dwell. 4 Myrrh and spices will I bring,
True affection's offering;
Human taunts and fiendish spite ;
Of the prey he grasps to-night;
Christ must sleep within the tomb. 2 Fierce and deadly was the anguish,
Which on yonder cross He bore;
Till the toil of death was o'er !
Bruised and crushed the serpent's head. 3 Close and still the cave that holds Him,
While in brief repose He lies;
Veiled awhile from mortal eyes;
After hard-won victory. 4 Now to-night, with plaintive voicing,
Chant His requiem soft and low; | Loftier strains of loud rejoicing
From to-morrow's harps shall flow;
Thy stripes have healed, Thy bonds have set us free;
2 Now hast Thou laid Thee down in perfect peace
Where all the wicked from their troubling cease,
3 Yet in Thy glory, on the throne above,
Thou wast abiding ever, Love of Love,
4. E'en now our place is with Thee on the throne,
For Thou abidest ever with Thine own;
5 Oh, by Thy life within us, set us free!
Reveal the glory that is hid with Thee !