3 Who but thou had dared to drain,
Steeped in gall, the cup of pain;
And with tender body bear
Thorns, and nails, and piercing spear?
4 Thence the cleansing water flowed,
Mingled from thy side with blood;
Sign to all attesting eyes
Of the finished sacrifice.
5 Holy Jesus, grant us grace
In that sacrifice to place
All our trust for life renewed,
Pardoned sin, and promised good.
Good Friday.
"Truly this was the Son of God."
OUND upon the accursed tree,
By the eyes so pale and dim,
Streaming blood, and writhing limb,
By the flesh with scourges torn,
By the crown of twisted thorn,
By the side so deeply pierced,
By the baffled, burning thirst,
By the drooping, death-dew'd brow,
Son of Man! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!
2 Bound upon the accursed tree,
Dread and awful, who is he?
By the sun at noonday pale,
Shivering rocks, and rending veil,
By the earth enwrapt in gloom,
By the saints who burst their tomb,
Eden promised ere he died
To the felon at his side;
Lord! our suppliant knees we bow!
Son of God! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!
3 Bound upon the accursed tree,
Sad and dying, who is he?
By the last and bitter cry
Of the dying agony,
By the lifeless body, laid
In the chambers of the dead,
By the mourners come to weep
Where the bones of Jesus sleep,
Crucified, we know thee now:
Son of Man! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!
4 Bound upon the accursed tree,,
Dread and awful, who is he?
By the prayer for them that slew,
"Lord! they know not what they do!"
By the spoil'd and empty grave,
By the souls he died to save,
By the conquest he hath won,
By the saints before his throne,
By the rainbow round his brow,
Son of God! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!
83 "God forbid that I should glory, save in the L. M.
cross of our Lord Jesus Christ."
HEN I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
richest gain I count but loss,
nd pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the cross of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to thy blood.
3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my life, my soul, my all.
"Unto you therefore which believe he is
precious."
WEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend ;
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.
2 Here I rest, forever viewing
Mercy poured in streams of blood:
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
Plead, and claim my peace with God.
3 Truly blessed is the station,
Low before his cross to lie;
Whilst I see divine compassion
Beaming in his languid eye.
4 Lord, in ceaseless contemplation
Fix my thankful heart on thee,
Till I taste thy full salvation
And thine unveil'd glory see.
85 "He said, It is finished: and he bowed his L.M.
head, and gave up the ghost."
IS finished; so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bow'd his head and died:
'Tis finish'd yes, the work is done,
The battle fought, the victory won.
2 'Tis finished: all that heaven decreed,
And all the ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfill'd, as long designed,
In me, the Saviour of mankind.
3 "Tis finished: Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore:
The sacred veil is rent in twain,
And Jewish rites no more remain.
4 'Tis finished: this my dying groan
Shall sins of every kind atone:
Millions shall be redeem'd from death,
By this, my last expiring breath.
5 'Tis finished: heaven is reconciled,
And all the powers of darkness spoiled:
Peace, love, and happiness, again
Return and dwell with sinful men.
6 'Tis finished: let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round :
'Tis finished: let the echo fly
Through heaven and hell, through earth and
sky.
"Remembering mine affliction and my
misery, the wormwood and the gall."
O to dark Gethsemane,
G Ye that feel the tempter's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall;
View the Lord of life arraign'd ;
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the pangs his soul sustain'd!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, adoring at his feet,
Mark the miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete ;
"It is finish'd!" hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
87 *Who loved me and gave himself for me.”
SACRED Head, now wounded,
grief
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, thine only crown.
O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss till now was thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.
2 What thou, my Lord, hast, suffered,
Was all for sinners' gain :
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Saviour:
"Tis I deserve thy place;
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