My hands alone engag'd below,
My spirit still with thee.

5 When thou,my Saviour, shalt'appear,
Then gladly may I cry,
"The work thou gavest me while here
"Is done to thee I fly."

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T. 22.

MAY all those blessings on us flow, And in our lives their virtue show,

Which from the manger to the cross, Thou, Lord, hast merited for us.

I'll

beset,

pray to thee, and think of Olivet.

74. T. 580. BEHOLD! how in Gethsemane Th' incarnate God doth sweat for thee Till drops of blood fall down; For thee the Lord lies prostrate there, Hear his thrice-utter'd,mournful pray'r Mark ev'ry dol'rous sigh and groan. 2 I'm lost in wonder and amaze;

Here I'll abide and melt and gaze,

'Tis God's beloved Son!

How heavy is the weight he bears! His soul is fill'd with grief and fears,

Lo! now the bitter cup comes on, 3 Lord, dost thou suffer thus for me? Dost thou endure such misery,

To give me life and peace? Then will I bear this on my heart, "My all is purchas'd with thy smart, Thy sweat & blood sign myrelease."

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OFTEN I call to mind the place

Gethsemane, to which the Lamb, Who lov'd to be in loneliness,

With his disciples often came, Where, out of boundless love to me, He wrestled in an agony.

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My soul is sorrowful to death;" And suff'ring freely in my stead, He drank the bitter cup of wrath; Now on his knees, then on his face, He weeps, and sweats, and bleeds, and prays.

3 So lov'd me the eternal God,

That he became the Son of man, And took my sin's prodigious load. My soul, admire his gracious plan! Thy stripes, thy guilt and curse he bore; Believe and thankfully adore.

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With our sins' prodigious load! Tho' an angel comforts the distressed,

Weak and fainting Lamb of God! Yet what trembling seizeth him all over Tears and sweat and blood his visage

cover,

And in drops fall on the ground,
While his heart in grief is drown'd.

3 Jeers and stripes and mock'ries he endured,

Meek and patient, in our stead; How are Jesus' gracious eyes obscured: View his wounded back and head; He, whom whips and thorns have la [ted:

cerated,

Oh! it can ne'er my mind forsake
Howthou for me hastwept& prayed:
Might I for thy soul's agony,
When wrestling with death bitterly,
Lord, as thy trophy be displayed!

Ah, his pungent grief and smart, Melt and break my stubborn heart. 4 See him bear his cross, in deep affliction,

On his sore and wounded back, Led to Calvary for crucifixion, [rack

Where his limbs they stretch and As a Lamb he's led unto the slaughter, And his soul is poured out like water: Vinegar and gall he tastes, While his suff'ring body wastes. 5 Now behold him weeping, bleeding, crying,

'Midst two thieves, upon the cross; Lo, he bows his sacred head; and dying, Life eternal gains for us.

Lord, afford us all thy Spirit's unction, To consider this with heart's compunc tion:

Might our words and actions prove
That we know thy dying love.
6 Our enraptur'd hearts shall ne'er be
On our dying Lord to gaze; [weary
At his cross, in faith, we wish to tarry,

There shall be our hiding-place.
May his dying look remain engraven
On our hearts: for pardon,life&heaven
When he death for us endur'd.
Our Redeemer then procur'd,

7 Therefore all his agony and passion, And his sin-atoning death,

Shall remain, through grace, our faith's foundation,

While we draw our vital breath: Thus shall neither honor, wealth nor pleasures,

Rob our souls of everlasting treasures;
Jesus, both by day and night,
Shall remain our sole delight.

8 Could we tune our hearts and voices higher

Than man's most exalted lays,
Yet, till join'd to the celestial choir,
Coldwould prove our warmest praise:
Jesus' love exceeds all comprehension,
But our love to him we scarce dare
mention;

We may weep beneath his cross,
But he wept and bled for us.

9 Odelightful theme past all expression:

Thy Redeemer dy'd for thee !" Ah,this prompts mydeepest adoration, When I hear, "He dy'd for me." Might my thoughts, my words and

whole behaviour, [Saviour; Prove that I believe in Christ my Yea, my love to Jesus show His to me, in all I do.

10 Lamb of God! thou shalt remain for ever

Of our songs the only theme; For thy boundless love, thy grace and favor,

We will praise thy saving name: That for our transgressions thou wast wounded,

Shall byus in nobler strains he sounded,
When we, perfected in love,
Once shall join the church above.

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THOU Source of my salvation,
Thou Conqu'ror of my death,
Who didst, as my oblation,

In torrents yield thy breath;
Who bar'st the dreadful sentence
Due to our cursed race,
To screen my soul from vengeance;
Accept my thanks and praise.

2 I'll go with thee, my Saviour,
Up to mount Calvary;
And view with spirit's fervor
All thou hast done for me.
Thus, with intense devotion,
I follow thee each step,
While tender love's emotion
Makes heart and eyes to weep.
3 I see my Saviour languish
In sad Gethsemane,

Till through his pores, in anguish,
The blood ev'n forc'd its way;
The load which him oppresses,
I, I, deserv'd to feel;
The bloody sweat of Jesus
Doth soul and body heal.
4 My Saviour, was betrayed,
Reproach and suff'rings met;

My sins the Lord conveyed

I

"Fore Pilate's judgment seat; These, these did him deliver Into the foe's dire hand;

5

should have felt for ever The pangs my God sustain❜d. Behold the man! he's bearing Our curse, meek as a Lamb! And now, behold them rearing Him on the cross's stem! There to complete his passion, His sorrows, pain and woe, His blood for our salvation

In copious streams doth flow. 6 Thou for thy foes intreatest; Lord Jesus, who was I? Thy friends thou not forgettest; Turn, Lord, to me thine eye! Thy mouth now grace declareth

To the repenting thief; My guilty soul this cheereth,

Of sinners I am chief. 7 Thou anxiously complainest, "My God forsaketh me!" "I thirst," thou then exclaimest, Yet none refresheth thee. Thy passion being ended,

Thou cry'st, "Tis finished! "My spirit be commended

"To God!"'Twas finished.

My heart with love is glowing,
I see my Saviour die ;
His head I see him bowing,
This brought me endless joy!
He gave his soul an off'ring
For sin, that I might live;
He sav'd me by his suff'ring,
To him myself I give.

9 Thou God of my salvation,
In whom I trust by faith,
Who hast for my transgression,
Lain in the dust of death;
I place upon thy merit,

While here, my confidence;
And will commend my spirit
To thee, when I go hence.
10 Lord, grant me thy salvation
And peace divine, I pray,
While here 'midst tribulation

On earth below I stay; Till I shall stand before thee, And for redeeming grace, With all the saints in glory, My Hallelujah raise.

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with torment,

Thus to the multitude displayed,

His back with scourges raw & torn, A reed he beareth, is arrayed

In purple, and then hail'd in scorn. 4 Breathless and almost suffocated, He bears the cross's pond'rousweight, Already feels what him awaited,

The dismal scenes of torment great. I see him now in sore affliction Ascend the brow of Calvary; 'Tis here I view his crucifixion, Thereby it was he saved me.

5 I see his hands and feet extended Upon the cross in keenest smart ; I see him as his life he ended,

I see the transfix his heart:

spear

Thus closed he his bitter passion,
Expiring on th' accursed tree,
Then horror seiz'd the whole creation;
But streams of grace came over me.
6 The thoughtof blood& water bursting
From God, my rock, o'ercomes my
heart;

I for that living flood am thirsting,
O may it stream through ev'ry part!
Lord, for thy love, with adoration,

I'll thank and laud thee all my days; Long as I live, shall each pulsation, And ev'ry breath declare thy praise.

7 This awful, blessed meditation Oft fills my soul with conscious shame,

Since Jesus dy'd for my salvation,

How poor I am, how void of glory,
Who to his mercy had no claim:

Thou, Lord, know'st best; but yet
when I,

With all my ailments come before thee, My suit is granted presently.

8 Thou, Jesus,art my God and Saviour, Thee will I serve with all my pow'r, On thee I'll meditate for ever,

And for thy goodness thee adore: Thy dying love hath captivated

My heart, and now my chief delight, Until to heav'n I am translated, Is to enjoy thee day and night,

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[stooping, GREAT High-priest, we view thee With our names upon thy breast, In the garden, groaning, drooping, To the ground with horrors prest. Angels saw, struck with amazement, Their Creator suffer thus ; We are fill'd with deep abasement, Since we know 'twas done for us. 2 On the cross thy body broken Cancels ev'ry legal charge; Pleading this authentic token, Guilty souls are set at large; All is finish'd, truth hath said it, Doubt no more, believe your Lord; To frail reason give no credit,

You have his unerring word. 3 Lord, we fain would trust thee solely, 'Twas for us thy blood was spilt; Suff'ring Saviour, take us wholly,

Take and form us as thou wilt; Thou hast borne the dreadful sentence Pass'd on man's devoted race: Grant us faith, and true repentance, They're thy gifts, thou God of grace.

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GO, follow the Saviour,
Consider his travail,
Adore him for ever,

Ye sinners, and marvel;
It is for you-he suffers so.
2 With tears interceding
Your load he sustaineth,
And sweating and bleeding
Your pardon he gaineth;
All who believe-he'll freely save,

3 He's mock'd and defamed,

'Midst scourging and torture;

By sinners is blamed,

And led to the slaughter;

6 Our meek suff'ring Saviour Pray'd for his oppressors, And gained God's favor,

There

For us vile transgressors; He thus displays his boundless grace. 7 When he had prevailed,

And all was accomplish'd, By prophets revealed';

He cried: "It is finish'd!" [dead. Then bow'd his head-and join'd the 8 Accept for thy passion, Most merciful Saviour, Our deep adoration :

Remain thou for ever Our highest good,-O Lamb of God! 84.* T. 243.

BLOOD worthy of praises!
Come streaming from Jesus
O'er us, and all classes

Of sinners, and bless us;
We humbly flee,—and call on thee.
2 In Olivet's garden

Before the Jews bound him, Most heavily laden

I kneeling have found him, (ground. Blood-sweat around bedews the

3 Thy blood-sweat, dear Saviour,
Rain on me like water;
For all the world over

Nought can bless me better :
O precious flood!-O holy blood!
4 So sore was he smitten,

So cruelly used,

With scourges so beaten, All over so bruised:

4 Behold the Lord Jesus,
For you he is wounded,

He bleeds to release us;
His love is unbounded!

For evermore-his name adore.

5. Thy blood-streams and bruises,

Thy agonies, Saviour!

Thy wounds' healing juices

Have sav'd us for ever

[sighs.

From tears and cries-from grief and