4 For me the burden to sustain

Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid: To heal me, thou hast borne the pain;

To bless me, thou a curse wast made. 5 My Saviour, how shall I proclaim, How pay, the mighty debt I owe? Let all I have, and all I am,

Ceaseless, to all, thy glory show. 6 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs, O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast, Till, loosed from flesh and earth, I rise, And ever in thy bosom rest.

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The water and the blood.

THIS, this is He that came,

By water and by blood; Jesus is our atoning Lamb,Our sanctifying God.

S. M.

2 See from his wounded side
The mingled current flow;
The water and the blood applied
Shall wash us white as snow.
3 The water cannot cleanse,
Before the blood we feel,
To purge the guilt of all our sins,
And our forgiveness seal.

4 But both in Jesus join,

Who speaks our sins forgiven,

And gives the purity divine

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That makes us meet for heaven.

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The fountain gushing from his side.

E that pass by, behold the Man

YE

The Man of griefs-condemn'd for you; The Lamb of God, for sinners slain, Weeping to Calvary pursue.

2 o us our own Barabbas give,—
Away with him,-(they loudly cry :)
Away with him, not fit to live,—
The vile seducer crucify!

3 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear;
With nails they fasten to the wood;
His sacred limbs, exposed and bare,
Or only cover'd with his blood.

4 Behold his temples, crown'd with thorn;
His bleeding hands, extended wide;
His streaming feet, transfix'd and torn;
The fountain gushing from his side!
5 0 thou dear suff'ring Son of God,
How doth thy heart to sinners move;
Sprinkle on us thy precious blood,
And melt us with thy dying love.

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11th P. M. 76, 76, 77, 78.

The mystery of the cross.
OD of unexampled grace,
Redeemer of mankind,

GOD

Matter of eternal praise

We in thy passion find:
Still our choicest strains we bring;
Still the joyful theme pursue;
Thee the Friend of sinners sing,
Whose love is ever new.

2 Endless scenes of wonder rise,
With that mysterious tree,-
Crucified before our eyes,

Where we the Saviour see:
Jesus, Lord, what hast thou done?

Publish we the death divine;
Stop, and gaze, and fall, and own
Was never love like thine!

5 Never love nor sorrow was
Like that my Jesus show'd;
See him stretch'd on yonder cross,
And crush'd beneath our load!
Now discern the Deity;

Now his heavenly birth declare;
Faith cries out,-'Tis He,-'tis He,-
My God that suffers there!

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1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.

His universal, everlasting love.

WOULD Jesus have the sinner die?

Why hangs he then on yonder tree? What means that strange expiring cry ? (Sinners, he prays for you and me ;) me;) Forgive them, Father, O forgive! They know not that by me they live.

2 Jesus, descended from above, Our loss of Eden to retrieve, Great God of universal love,

If all the world through thee may five,

In us a quick'ning spirit be,

And witness thou hast died for me.

3 Thou loving, all-atoning Lamb,—
Thee, by thy painful agony,

Thy bloody sweat, thy grief and shame,
Thy cross and passion on the tree,
Thy precious death and life-I pray,
Take all, take all my sins away.

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4 0 let thy love my heart constrain,-

Thy love, for every sinner free,—
That every fallen son of man

May taste the grace that found out me, That all mankind with me may prove Thy sov'reign, everlasting love.

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8th P. M. 87, 87, 47

HAR

It is finished.

[ARK! the voice of love and inercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary;

See! it rends the rocks asunder,

Shakes the earth, and veils the sky;
It is finish'd:-

Hear the dying Saviour cry.
-2 It is finish'd! O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford!
Heavenly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord:
It is finish'd:-

Saints, the dying words record.
3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs;
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's Name;
It is finish'd:-

Glory to the bleeding Lamb.

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His dying cry.

TIS finish'd! so the Saviour said,

'TIS

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And meekly bow'd his dying head: 'Tis finish'd! yes, the race is run; The battle fought; the vict'ry won. 2 'Tis finish'd! let the joyful sound Be heard the spacious earth around: 'Tis finish'd! let the echo fly

Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky

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The atonement completed.

L. M.

"TIS

IS finish'd! the Messiah dies,-
Cut off for sins, but not his own;
Accomplish'd is the sacrifice,-
The great redeeming work is done.

2 'Tis finish'd! all the debt is paid;
Justice divine is satisfied,

The grand and full atonement made;
Christ for a guilty world hath died.
3 The veil is rent; in him alone
The living way to heaven is seen;
The middle wall is broken down,
And all mankind may enter in.
4 The types and figures are fulfill'd;
Exacted is the legal pain;
The precious promises are seal'd;
The spotless Lamb of God is slain,

5 Death, hell, and sin are now subdued;
All grace is now to sinners given;
And, lo! I plead the' atoning blood,
And in thy right I claim my heaven.

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WHEN

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Glorying only in the cross. HEN I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his 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 so rich a crown?

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.