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3 Thy justice doom'd that he must die,
Who for our sins would satisfy :
And in thy word of truth foretold. 4 A scene of wonders here we see,
Worthy thy Son, and worthy thee ;
Behold the Lamb of God.
With wonder, gratitude, and love! To take away our guilt and shame,
See him descending from above.
He meekly bore the mighty load :
In groans and tears, in sweat and blood. 3 To save his guilty church, he dies;
Mourners behold the bleeding Lamb!
He can the richest blessings give :
He bids the dying sinner live.
Where else can helpless sinners go?
Christ sustained the pains of hell. ? AND did the holy and the just,
The Soy’reign of the skies,
Stoop down to wretchedness and dust,
That guilty worms might rise ? 2 Yes, the Redeemer in his soul
Sustain’d the pains of hell ;
On him our surety fell.
And suffer'd in his stead;
For man the Saviour bled !
In thy atoning blood !
And rebels brought to God. 5 Jesus, my soul adoring bends,
To love so full, so free ;
Its sacred pow'r to me?
For favours so divine ?
HYMN 16. Fourth Part. C. M.
Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord.
For all the pious dead
And soft their sleeping bed.
How kind their slumbers are !
And freed from ev'ry snare.
They're present with the Lord ;
The labours of their mortal life
The saints rest in their grave.
No more by sin or hell opprest;
And there the weary are at rest.
To that inheritance divine !
But bright in endless glories shine.
Triumph over death.
body die ? This mortal frame decay And must these active limbs of mine,
Lie mould'ring in the clay ? 2 Corruption, earth, and worms,
Shall but refine this flesh; Till my triumphant spirit comes,
To put it on afresh.
And often from the skies
Till he shall bid it rise.
Shall these vile bodies shine ; And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face,
Look heav'nly and divine,
5 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love ;
And sing his pow'r above,
Of these our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise,
With our immortal tongues.
HYMN 16. Seventh Part. C. M.
Where saints immortal reign ;
And pleasures banish pain.
And never-with’ring flow'rs :
This heav'nly land from ours.
Stand dress'd in living green ;
While Jordan roll'd between.
To cross this narrow sea ;
And fear to launch away. . 5 O! could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts that rise,
With unbeclouded eyes! 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Should fright us from the shore.
HYMN 17. First Part. L. M.
The Resurrection of Christ. 1 TIS
VIS finish’d, the Redeemer cries;
Then lowly bows his fainting head : And soon th' expiring sacrifice
Sinks to the regions of the dead.
For men or angels much too great ;
Or would attempt, or could complete. 3 'Tis done-old things are past away,
And a new state of things begun;
But shall outlast the circling sun. 4 A new account of time begins;
Now our dear Lord resumes his breath,
Our lives to ransom by his death.
He lives, he lives, he lives again :
I know that my Redeemer liveth.
What comfort this sweet sentence gives! He lives, he lives, who once was dead,
He lives my ever living head !
He lives eternally to save ;
He lives exalted there on high.
He lives to plead for me above ;