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2 That tender heart, that felt for all,
For all its life-blood gave;

It found on earth no resting-place,
Save only in the grave.

3 Such was our Lord-and shall we fear
The cross, with all its scorn?
Or love a faithless evil world,

That wreath'd his brow with thorn?

4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like him obedient still,

We homeward press through storm or calm
To Zion's blessed hill.

5 In tents we dwell amid the waste,
Nor turn aside to roam

In folly's paths, nor seek our rest
Where Jesus had no home.

6 Dead to the world with him who died
To win our hearts, our love,
We, risen with our risen Head,
In spirit dwell above.

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Behold the Lamb of God.--John i. 36.

1 BEHOLD the Lamb of God, who bore
Thy burdens on the tree;
He died the captives to restore,
His blood was shed for thee.

2 Look to him, till the sight endears
The Saviour to thy heart;
His pierced feet bedew with tears,
Nor from his cross depart.

3 Look to him, till his dying love
Thy every thought control;

Its vast constraining influence prove
O'er body, spirit, soul.

[C.M.

4 Look to him, as the race you run,
Your never-failing friend;

He will complete the work begun,
And grace in glory end.c

164 The fellowship of his sufferings.-Phil. iii. 10. [Six 7s. 1 Go to dark Gethsemane,

Ye that feel the tempter's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall,

View the Lord of life arraign'd;
O the wormwood and the gall!

O the pangs his soul sustain'd!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb :
There, adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete.
It is finish'd, hear him cry ;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb

Where they laid his breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom;

Who hath taken him away ?

Christ is risen: he meets our eyes ;—

Saviour, teach us so to rise.*

165 He shall bear their iniquities.-Isa. liii. 11. [D. 8s. 7s. 1 GREAT High Priest, we see thee stooping, With our names upon thy breast; In the garden groaning, drooping, To the ground with horrors prest:

Wondering angels stood confounded,
To behold their Maker thus ;
And can we remain unwounded,
When we know 'twas all for us?
2 Nothing but thy blood, O Jesus,
Can our wayward souls convert;
Nothing else from guilt release us,
Nothing else can melt the heart:
Law and terrors do but harden,

All the while they work alone;
But the sense of blood-bought pardon
Can dissolve a heart of stone.

3 Jesus, all our consolations

Flow from thee, the sovereign good;
Love, and faith, and hope, and patience,
All are purchased by thy blood:
From thy fulness we receive them;
We have nothing of our own:
Freely thou delight'st to give them
To the needy who have none."

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Christ, our passover, is sacrificed for us.
1 Cor. v. 7

1 SEE the destined day arise,
See a willing sacrifice;
Jesus, to redeem our loss,
Hangs upon the shameful cross.

2 Jesu, who but thou had borne,
Lifted on that tree of scorn,
Every pang and bitter throe,
Finishing thy life of woe?

3 Who but thou had dared to drain,
Steep'd in gall, the cup of pain;
And with tender body bear

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Thorns, and nails, and piercing spear?

4 Thence the cleansing water flow'd,
Mingled from thy side with blood;
Sign to all attesting eyes

Of the finish'd sacrifice.

5 Holy Jesu, grant us grace
In that sacrifice to place

All our trust for life renew'd,
Pardon'd sin, and promised good.

167 God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross [L.M. of our Lord Jesus Christ.-Gal. vi. 14.

1 WHEN 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 an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,

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Demands my soul, my life, my all."

The preaching of the cross is unto us who are [L.M.
saved the power of God.-1 Cor. i. 18.

1 WE sing the praise of him who died,
Of him who died upon the cross:
The sinner's hope let men deride:
For this we count the world but loss.
2 Inscribed upon the cross we see
In shining letters, God is love:
He bears our sins upon the tree:
He brings us mercy from above.

3 The cross-it takes our guilt away;
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup.
4 It makes the coward spirit brave,

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And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes its terror from the grave,
And gilds the bed of death with light.
5 The balm of life, the cure of woe,

The measure and the pledge of love,
The sinner's refuge here below,
The angels' theme in heaven above.b

Abide in him.-1 John ii. 23.

1 CLING to the Crucified !
His death is life to thee,
Life for eternity.

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His pains thy pardon seal;
His stripes thy bruises heal;
His cross proclaims thy peace,
Bids every sorrow cease.
His blood is all to thee;
It purges thee from sin,
It sets thy spirit free,

It keeps thy conscience clean:

Cling to the Crucified!

2 Cling to the Crucified!

His is a heart of love,
Full as the hearts above:
Its depths of sympathy
Are all awake for thee:
His countenance is light
E'en in the darkest night.
That love shall ne'er depart;
That light grow never dim:
Charge thou thy faithless heart

To find its all in him.

Cling to the Crucified !

Amen.

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