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4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply, 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,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue

Lies silent in the grave.
6 Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared

(Unworthy though I be) For me a blood-bought free reward,

A golden harp for me!
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.

William Cowper. 1779. a. 158

178. 1 Dust and ashes, sin and guilt,

Christ, for me Thy Blood was spilt;
Cleanse Thou me from guilt and sin,
Make me pure without, within ;
Soul and body, at Thy word,

Be to saving health restored.
2 Flesh and blood, this mortal frame,

Thou wert pleased to wear the same:
Though Thy nature was divine,
Thou didst condescend to mine.
Let me for Thy mercy's sake,

Thy Divinity partake.
3 From the ruins of the Fall,

Me to grace and glory call :
Me, O Lord my Righteousness!
With Thine image re-impress.
Thou didst stoop to earth for me:

Raise me up to heaven with Thee. 118

James Montgomery. 1853.


8,9,7. 1 Who is this that comes from Edom,

All His raiment stained with blood,
To the captive speaking freedom,

Bringing and bestowing good;
Glorious in the garb He wears,

Glorious in the spoil He bears ?
2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious,

Travelling onward in His might;
'Tis the Saviour; 0 how glorious

To His people is the sight!
Satan conquered and the grave,

Jesus now is strong to save.
3 Mighty Victor! reign forever,

Wear the crown so dearly won;
Never shall Thy people, never,

Cease to sing what Thou hast done :
Thou hast fought Thy people's foes;
Thou hast healed Thy people's woes.

Thomas Kelly. 1809. a.

160 Ira justa Conditoris. 8, 7,
1 He who once, in righteous vengeance,

Whelmed the world beneath the flood,
Once again in mercy cleansed it

With the stream of His own Blood,
Coming from His throne on high

On the painful Cross to die.
2 O the wisdom of the Eternal !

O the depth of Love divine !
O the sweetness of that mercy

Which in Jesus Christ doth shine!
We were sinners doomed to die;
Jesus paid the penalty.

3 When before the Judge we tremble,

Conscious of His broken laws.
May the Blood of his Atonement

Cry aloud, and plead our cause;
Bid our guilty terrors cease,

Be our pardon and our peace.
4 Prince and Author of salvation !

Lord of majesty supreme !
Jesus! praise to Thee be given

By the world Thou didst redeem :
Glory to the Father be,
And the Spirit, One with Thee.

Edward Caswall. 1848. a. 161

6,5. 1 GLORY be to Jesus,

Who, in bitter pains,
Poured for me the life-blood

From His sacred veins !
2 Grace and life eternal

In that Blood I find;
Blest be His compassion,

Infinitely kind!
3 Blest through endless ages

Be the precious stream,
Which from endless torments

Did the world redeem !
4 Abel's blood for vengeance

Pleaded to the skies;
But the Blood of Jesus

For our pardon cries !
5 Oft as earth exulting

Wafts its praise on high,
Angel hosts rejoicing

Make their glad reply.

6 Lift we then our voices,

Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still, and louder
Praise the precious Blood !

Edward Caswall. 1858. 162

C. M. 1 Come let us join our cheerful songs

With angels round the throne.
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues.

But all their joys are one.
2 “Worthy the Lamb that died,” they cry,

To be exalted thus."
“Worthy the Lamb,” our lips reply,

For He was slain for us.
3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honor and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give,

Be, Lord, forever Thine.
4 Let all that dwell above the sky,

And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,

And speak Thine endless praise !
5 The whole creation join in one,

To bless the sacred Name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,

And to adore the Lamb. Watts. 1709. 163

C. M. 1 Now to the Lamb that once was slain

Be endless blessings paid;
Salvation, glory, joy, remain

For ever on Thy head!
2 Thou hast redeemed our souls with Blood,

Hast set the prisoners free,
Hast made us kings and priests to God,

And we shall reign with Thee. Watts. 1709.


S. M. 1 Hosanna to the Son

Of David and of God,
Who brought the news of pardon down,

And bought it with IIis Blood !
2 To Christ the anointed King,

Be endless blessings given!
Let the whole earth His glory sing,
Who made our peace with heaven.

Watts. 1709.


C. M. 1'0 Thou who through this holy week

Didst suffer for us all;
The sick to cure, the lost to seek,

To raise up them that fall:
2 We cannot understand the woe

Thy Love was pleased to bear:
O Lamb of God, we only know

That all our hopes are there!
3 Thy feet the path of suffering trod;

Thy hand the victory won:
What shall we render to our God

For all that He hath done?
4 To God the Father, God the Son,

And God the Holy Ghost,
By men on earth be honor done,
And by the heavenly host.

John Muson Neale. 1844. 166 Palm Sunday.

L. M.
ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin

O’er captive death and conquered sin.

1 RIDE on,

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