2 Sprinkled now with blood the throne,

Why beneath thy burdens groan?
On my pierced body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid :

Bow the knee and kiss the Son,
Come and welcome, sinner come

Jones's COLLECTION,

98.
A Suffering Saviour Realized
“ The Lord looked upon Peter."-

Luke 22. (C. M.)
I WHEN Jesus hung upon the tree,

In agonies and blood,
He fix'd his languid eyes on me

As near his cross I stood.
2 Sure never till my latest breath,

Can I forget that look,
It seem'd to charge me with his death,

Tho' not a word he spoke.
3 My conscience felt and own’d the guilt,

And plung'd me in despair,
I saw my sins his blood had spilt,

And help'd to nail him there.
4 A second look he gave, which said,

I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy pansom liais,

I die that thou may'st lise.
6 With pleasing grief, and nivurn al joy,

My spirit now is fill’d,
That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live by him I kill'd.

NEWTON.

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THE DEATH OF CHRIST.

99.
Sympathy at his Death.
" And all the people smote their breasts.".

Luke 23. (L. M.)
1 HE dies! the friend of sinners dies !

Lo, Salem's daughters weep around, » A solemn darkness veils the skies,

A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 9 Come saints and drop a tear or two,

For him who groan'd beneath your load,
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood.

LADY H. COLLECTION,

100.

Joy at his Death.
" Who condemneth? It is Christ that died."

Rom. 8. (L. M.)
1 SINNERS rejoice, its Christ that died,

Behold the blood flows from his side,
To wash your souls, and raise you high,

To dwell with God above the sky. 2 Its Christ that died, O love divine,

Here mercy, truth, and justice shine,
God reconciled, and sinners bought,
With Jesus's blood, how sweet the thought.

PERRY.

101.

Slain for us. “He was wounded for our transgressions.

Isa, 53. (C. M.)
I THRICE “Holy Lord,” in heaven they cry,

When Jesu's praise they sing,
On earth they shouted' Crucify.'

And mock'd the lowly king.
2 Meek as a Lamb beneath the knife

Of butchering hands he lay,
And patiently resign'd the life

They could not take away.
3 Why, 0 ye saints, ye sinners why,

Did Jesus suffer thus ?
In heaven they shout, on earth they cry,
Jesus was slain for us.

SWAIN.

102.

Man hardened at his Death.
" If thou be the Son of God, come down from

[the cross."- Matt. 27. (L. M.)
1 WHILE finty rocks were rent with dread,

While opening graves gave up their dead,
When the fair sun withdrew his light,

And hid his head to shun the sight.
2 Then stood the wretch of human race,

And rais'd his head, and shew'd his face,
Gaz'd unconcern'd when nature fail'd,

Scoffed at thy dying pangs, and rail'd. • Harder than rocks and mountains are,

Than senseless earth, more senseless far
Man view'd unmov'd the flowing stream,
Nor ever dream'd it flow'd for him.

4 0 love of unexampled' kind,

Leaving all mortal thought behind,
Where length and breadth, and depth and heighting
Are lost to our astonish'd sight!

HART.

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103
Invited to view his Death.
· Go forth unto Him, without the camp."

Heb. 13. (L. M.) 1 OERWHELMED with guilt and grief, and wog

Go forth my soul, to Calvary, go,
For Satan dreading fresh disgrace,

Dares not approach that sacred place, 2 Behold with fixʼd and wondering eyes,

The great atoning sacrifice,
Christ bore thy hell, that he might be

A heaven, and more than heaven to thee. 3 Go view by faith that crimson flood,

Which quenched the fiery wrath of God,
That sov’reign balm whose virtue flows
To heal thy wounds, and ease thy woes.

BEDDONE.
104.

Remember Calvary.
" Ye that have escaped, remember the Lord."

Jer. 51. (L. M.)
I LAMB of God, whose bleeding love,

We now recall to mind,
Send the answer from above,

And let us mercy find :
Think on us, who think on thee,

And every struggling soul releaso,
O remember Calvary,

And bid us go in peace.

By thine agonizing pain,

And bloody sweat, we pray,
By thy dying love to man,

Take all our sins away ;
Burst our bonds and set us free,

Fronı all iniquity release,
O remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace.

WESLEY.

105.

A Sailor on Calvary. " He that saw it bare record, and his record

is true.”John 19. (P. M.) 1 HIGH on the Cross, transfix'd in blood, While vengeance roll'd a fiery flood,

And storms of hell arose ; Abhorr'd by men, by God forsook, Messiah all my sorrows took,

O'erwhelm'd with mighty woes
3 Nature convuls'd, creation groan'd,
While earth the Son of God disown'd,

And friends had basely fled ;
The rocks are rent, the dead arise,
And midnight darkness veils the skies,

He shouts, and lo he's dead.
• Amid the crowd a Sailor stands,
And hears his dying Lord's commands

And sees the soldiers spear;
He saw the gushing crimson flood,
A fountain ope'd of precious blood,
And bears his record here.

Z.