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2 Sinners, behold, as ye pass by,

Thebleeding Prince of Life and Peace;
Come see, ye worms, your Maker die,

And say, was ever grief like his !
Oh! be to us his blood applied:

Jesus, my Lord, is crucified! 3 Is crucified for me and you,

To bring his people back to God;. Believe, believe the record true,

His church is purchas'd with his

blood;

Pardon and life flow from his side;

Jesus, my Lord, is crucified! 4 Then let ussit beneath his cross,

And gladly catch the healing stream;
All things for him “account but dross,'

And give up all our hearts to him;
Live unto him for us who died;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

106. Crucifixion, 7s. And he, bearing his cross, went forth into a place, called the place of a skull, which is called in the Hebrew, Gol. gotha; where they crucified him.-John xix. 17, 18. LET me dwell on Golgotha, Weep and love my

life away! While I see him on the tree,

Weep, and bleed, and die for me! 2 Jesu's blood för sinners spült,'

Show's my sin in all its guilt:

Ah ! my soul, he bore thy load,

Thou hast slain the Lamb of God, 3 Hark! bis dying word“ Forgive,"

Freely Jesu's grace receive :
All thy sins on him were laid,

He thy ransom fully paid.
4 While I hear this grace reveal'd,

And obtain a pardon seal'd,
All my soft affections move,

Waken'd by the force of love.
5 Farewell, world, thy gold is dross,

Now I see the bleeding cross ;
Jesus died to set me free

From the law, and sin, and thee! 6 He has dearly bought my soul;

Lord, accept and claim the whole !
To thy will I all resign,
Now, no more my own, but thine.

107. Crucifixion. 8–7.

Sarely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrowS:

yet we did estęein him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. - ISAIAU liii. 4.

“ STRICKEN, smitten and afficted,"

See him dying on the tree !
'Tis the Christ by man rejected !

Yes my soul, 'tis he ! 'tis he!

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Foes insulting his distress:
107 LIFE, SUFFERINGS, &c. OF
'Tis the long expected prophet,

David's son, yet David's Lord;
Proofs I see sufficient of it:

'Tis a true and faithful word.
2 [Tell me, ye whó hear him groaning,

Was there ever grief like his ?
Friends thro' fear his cause disowning,
Many hands were rais'd to wound him,

None would interpose to save;
But the awful stroke that found him,

Was the stroke God's justice gave.] 3 Ye who think of sin but lightly,

Nor suppose the evil great ;
Here may view its nature rightly,

Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the sacrifice appointed !

See who bears the awful load !
"Tis "the Word," the Lord's Anointed,

Son of man, and Son of God,

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4 Here we have a: firmi foundation :

Here's the refuge of the lost :
Christ's the rock of our salvation :

His the name of which we boast:
Lamb of God for sinners wounded !

Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None sball ever be confounded

Who on him their hope have built.

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108. Crucifixion, 87_7.

He was oppressed, and he was afflicted; yet he opened

not his mouth; he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth. ISAIAA liii. 7.

AS a lamb led forth to slaughter,

Jesus on his way proceeds:
See, his foes are fill'd with laughter,

While the patient victim bleeds.
Jesus dies, by man abhorr'd,

Jesus, chosen of the Lord,
2 Jesus died in love to others;

Greater love hath none than this :
Love of kindred, love of mothers,

Feeble is compared to bis.
Who can tell its breadth and length?

Who, its depth, its height, its strength? 3 [Come, my soul, behold and wonder,

Here's a sight to cause surprise: Well the rocks might cleave asunder;

Well might darkness veil the skies. 'Twas the voice of nature then,

Nature's voice reproving men.] 4 Nature's voice, again reproving;

Would be heard should I not speak;
None has greater cause for loving

Him who came the lost to seek.
Yet my love how cold it is?
O how diff'rent mine from his !

5 Ab, my Lord, thou know'st thy servant,

Weak, unfaithful, apt to slide;
Make my love more pure and fervent:

Let me at thy feet abide.
Thine the tribute of my praise:
Tbine the remnant of my days.

109. Crucifixion. 8—7—7.

O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me:

nevertheless, not as I will, but as thou wilt.Mar. xxvi. 39.

JESUS drains the cup of sorrows:

See, he lies beneath our load :
Gives his life a ransoin for us,

And redeems us by his blood :
Was then ever love like this?

Was then ever grief like his ? 2 Jesus is “a Man of Sorrows,

Here he claims pre-eminence; See him pierc'd by beav'n's own arrows, ; See bim die for our offence, “We like sheep, have gone astray:"

Jesus takes our sins away., .3 Jesus suffers—wond'rous victim !

'Tis the Son of God that dies: Heav'n and earth, and hell, afflict him,

Justice claims the Sacrifice:
Darkness now exerts its power:
Darkness reigns this fearful hour.

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