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In suffering, Þe Thy love my peace;
who for me hast died.
8.7. D. C. WESLEY. The love...which passeth knowledge.
Eph. iii. 19.
Joy of heaven, to earth come down ;
All Thy faithful mercies crown.
Enter every longing heart.
Let us all Thy grace receive;
Thee without ceasing :
Pure, unspotted may we be:
Perfectly secured by Thee:
Till in heaven we take our place;
L. M. 366
MEDLEY. Thou showest loving-kindness unto
thousands.-Jer. xxxii. 18. WAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing the great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from me;
His loving-kindness, O how free!
Yet loved me, notwithstanding all;
His loving-kindness, 0 how great!
Has gathered thick, and thundered loud,
His loving-kindness, O how good!
Soon all my mortal powers must fail :
His loving-kindness sing in death!
To the bright world of endless day;
SIR R. GRANT. By the things which He suffered.
Heb. y. 8. 1 AVIOUR, when in dust to Thee
Sing aloud in Jesus' name;
in redeeming love.
Banish all your guilty fears;
Cancelled by redeeming love.
joyiui string: Mortals, join the hosts
above, Join to praise redeeming love
When repentant, to the skies
Hear our solemn litany.
By Thy life of want and tears,
O! from earth to heaven restored,
5 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers what was once a friend;
For Jesus wept o'er Lazarus dead.
Through every conflict but the last;
But was in all points tempted as we
are.-Heb. iv. 15. 1
Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.
He knows our feeble frame;
For He has felt the same.
The great Redeemer stood, While Satan's fiery darts He bore,
And did resist to blood. 4 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out His cries and tears; And in His measure feels afresh
What every member bears.
But raise it to a flame;
Nor scorns the meanest name.
His mercy and His power;
In the distressing hour.
L.M., 6 lines. SIR R. GRANT.
tempted.-Heb. ii. 18. 1
WHEN gathering clouds around I
And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught shonld tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 3 If wounded love my bosom swell,
Deceived by those I prized too well,
And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies;
HIS PASSION AND DEATH.
Christ crucified.- 1 Cor. 1. 23.
To spread her Maker's praise abroad; And every labour of His hands
Shows something worthy of a God.
His brightest form of glory shines;
drawn In precious blood, and crimson lines. 30 the sweet wonders of that cross,
Where Christ my Saviour loved and died !
From His dear wounds and bleeding side. 4 I would for ever speak His name,
In sounds to mortal ears unknown;
And worship at His Father's throne. 371 The cross Jour Lord Jesus Christ.
Gal. vi. 14.
On which the Prince of Glory died,
on all my pride.
Save in the cross of Christ my God:
I sacrifice them to His blood.
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Spreads o'er His body on the tree;
And all the globe is dead to me.
That were a present far too small;
my soul, my life, my all! 372 The cross of Christ.–Gal. vi. 12.
314 They platted a crown of thorns, and
2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
2 O Lord of life and glory, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
What bliss till now was Thine ! Never shall the cross forsake me:
I read the wondrous story, Lol it glows with peace and joy.
I joy to call Thee mine. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Thy grief and Thy compassion Light and love upon my way:
Were all for sinners' gain; From the cross the radiance streaming
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain. Adds more lustre to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
3 What language shall I borrow,
To praise Thee, Heavenly Friend, By the cross are sanctified;
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Lord, make me Thine for ever, 5 In the cross of Christ I glory;
Nor let me faithless prove; Towering o'er the wrecks of time,
O let me never, never All the light of sacred story,
Abuse such dying love ! Gathers round its head sublime.
4 Be near me, Lord, when dying;
O show Thy cross to me;
HOMBERG And, for my succour flying,
Come, Lord, to set me free: ? MAN of sorrows, and acquainted
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely through Thy love. Had I seen Thee clothed in weakness,
5.5.11,8.5.11. C. WESLEY. Bearing our reproach with meekness, To attend Thee day and night,
18 it nothing to you, all ye that pass Would have been my heart's delight.
by f-Lam. i. 12. 2 Tell me, little flock beloved,
1 A ;
LL ye that pass by,
To you is it nothing your Saviour should
[die ? When ye felt His kind embrace ? O disciple ! once more blessed,
Your surety He is; As a bosom friend caressèd,
Come, see if there ever was sorrow like His. Say, could e'er into thy mind
2 For what you have done, Other objects entrance find ?
His blood must atone; 3 Oft to prayer, by night, retreated,
The Father hath given for you His dear Son;
The Lord, in the day See Him from all search withdrawn;
Of His anger, did lay (away. Tearful eyes, and sighs repeated, Witnessed still the morning dawn.
Your sins on the Lamb, and He bore them There, where He made intercession,
3 He answered for all; I had poured forth my confession,
O come at His call, And where for my sins He wept,
And low at His feet in astonishment fall: Praying, I the watch had kept.
For you and for me
He prayed on the tree; 4 Should I thus to Thee have cleaved,
The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free. 'Midst Thy poverty and woes? On Thee, as my Lord, believed ?
4 O lift up your eyes,
'Tis finished! He cries; Or perhaps have joined Thy foes? Ah! Thy mercy I had spurnèd;
Impassive, He suffers; immortal, He dies. But Thyself my heart has turned :
My pardon I claim;
A sinner I am, Now Thou knowest, beneath, above, Nought compared with Thee I love. A sinner believing in Jesus' great name.
. 7.6. D.
GERHARD. 376 Whom they stew, and hanged on a put it on His head.-Matt. xxvii. 29.
tree.-Acts x. 39. 10 SACRED Head, once wounded,
Luha, the crordsofregory hangs ;
Forsaken now is He, With thorns, Thine only crown!
And pierced with pangs. How pale art Thou with anguish,
2 A shameful death He dies, With sore abuse and scorn !
Uplifted with transgressors twain; How does that visage languish,
A Lamb for sacrifice; Which once was bright as mórn !
By sinners slain.
Hudentiem ar daughtersweep around:
3 Full is His cup of woe;
WATTS. In death His drooping head declines
379 The Lord hatin laid on Him this "Tis done! He cries; and now
iniquity of us all.-Isa. liii. 6. His soul resigns.
IKE sheep we went astray, 4 O come, my soul, and gaze On that great grief, that arown of thorn; Each wandering in a different way, In deep and dread amaze
But all the downward road. There look and mourn. 5 For thee He shed His blood,
How dreadful was the hour Weep, till with woe thine eyes grow dim;
When God our wanderings laid,
And did at once His vengeance pour
Upon the Shepherd's head ! 6 To Thee, the mighty Lord,
3 How glorious was the grace Who washed in blood our sins away,
When Christ sustained the stroke!
His life and blood the Shepherd pays
A ransom for the flock.
. 377 1, if I be lifted up, will draw allmen.
His honour and His breath
Were taken both away,
Joined with the wicked in His death,
And made as vile as they. 1 EHOLD the amazing sight,
8 But God shall raise His head Behold the Son, God's chief
O'er all the sons of men, Expire in agony !
And make Him see a numerous seed,
To recompense His pain. 2 For whom, for whom, my heart, Were all these sorrows borne ?
WATTS. Why did He feel that piercing smart,
Christ died..and rose again. And meet that various scorn ?
1 Cor. xv. 3, 4. 3 For love of us He bled,
1 E dies, the Friend of sinners dies :
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two I feel the strong attractive power,
your load; To lift my soul above.
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood. 5 Drawn by such cords as these, Let all the earth combine
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree; With cheerful ardour to confess
The Lord of glory dies for men. The energy divine.
But, lo! what sudden joys we see,
Jesus, the dead, revives again. 6 In Thee our hearts unite, Nor share Thy griefs alone,
4 The Prince of life forsakes the tomb; But from Thy cross pursue their fight
Up to His Father's court He flies: To Thy triumphal throne.
Cherubic legions guard Him home,
And shout Üim welcome to the skies. 378 He hath borne our griefs, and carried
5 Dry up, your tears, ye saints, and tell our sorrows.--I sa. liii. 4.
How high your great Deliverer reigns: EHOLD the Saviour of mankind,
Sing, how He spoiled the hosts of hell, 1
And led the tyrant Death in chains. How vast the love that Him inclined
6 Say,-Live for ever, wondrous King, To bleed and die for me!
Born to redeem, and strong 2 My God! He cries. All nature shakes,
Then ask of Death,-0 where's thy sting? And earth's strong pillars bend;
And where thy victory, boasting Grave? The temple's veil asunder breaks;
WATTS. The solid marbles rend.
It is finished. John xix. 30. 3 'Tis finished ! now the ransom's paid; Receive my soul, He cries ;
SING my Saviour's wondrous death; See where He bows His sacred head ;
He conquered when He fell : He bows His head, and dies.
"Tis finished ! said His dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell. 4 But soon He'll break death's iron chain, And in full glory shine.
2 'Tis finished ! our Immanuel cries, o Lamb of God, was ever pain,
The dreadful work is done; Was ever love like Thine?
Honce shall His sovereign throne arise ; 84
Iis kingdom is begun.
3 His cross a sure foundation laid
FRANtis. For glory and renown,
It is finished.-John xix. 30. When through the regions of the dead
1 ARK! the voice of love and mercy He passed
to reach the crown. 4 Exalted at His Father's side
See, il rends the rocks asunder, Sits our victorious Lord;
Shakes the earth and veils the sky : To heaven and hell His hands divide
It is finished ! The vengeance or reward.
Hear the dying Saviour cry. 5 The saints, from His propitious eye,
2 It is finished !-O what pleasure Await their several crowns,
Do those gracious words afford; And all the sons of darkness fly
Heavenly blessings without measure, The terror of His frowns.
Flow to us from Christ the Lord :
It is finished !
Saints, the dying words record. 382 A place called Gethsemane.
3 Finished, all the types and shadows Matt. xxvi. 36.
Of the ceremonial law : i no to dark Gethsemane,
Finished, all that God had promised; Ye that feel the tempter's power;
Death and hell no more shall awe. Your Redeemer's conflict see:
It is finished ! Watch with Him one bitter hour:
Saints, from hence your comforts draw. Turn not from His griefs away: Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs
Join to sing the glorious theme, 2 Follow to the judgment-hall ;
All on earth,
and all in heaven, View the Lord of life arraigned.
Join to praise Immanuel's name. O the wormwood and the gall !
Hallelujah! O the pangs His soul sustained !
Glory to the bleeding Lamb. Shun not suffering, shame,
or loss : Learn of Him to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, adoring at His feet,
HIS RESURRECTION AND
O. WESLEY. Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
385 The first-fruits of them that slept.
1 Cor. xv. 20. 4 Early hasten to the tomb, Where they laid His breathless clay.
CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day, All is solitude and gloom : Who hath taken Him away?
Raise your songs and triumphs high : Christ is risen ;-He seeks the skies.
Sing, ye heavens; and earth reply. Saviour, teach us so to rise.
2 Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the battle won.
Lo ! our sun's eclipse is o'er:
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal : God descend in majesty
Christ hath burst the gates of hell; To proclaim His holy law,
Death, in vain, forbids Him rise : All my spirit sinks with awe.
Christ hath opened Paradise. 2 When, in ecstacy sublime,
4 Lives again our glorious Ring; Tabor's glorious steep I climb,
Where, O Death, is now thy sting? At the too transporting light:
Once He died our souls to save: Darkness rushes o'er my sight.
Where's thy victory, O Grave? 3 When on Calvary I rest,
5 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
3 Gcd, in fieslt made manifest,
Following our exalted Head Shines in my Redeemer's face,
Made like Him, like Him we rise : Full of beauty, truth, and grace.
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 4 Here I would for ever stay,
6 Hail ! the Lord of earth and heaven : Weep and gaze my soul away :
Praise to Thee by both be given. Thou art heaven on earth to me,
Thee we greet triumphant now: Lovely, mournful Calvary.
Hail ! the Resurrection, Thou !