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,
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."
Abide in him.-1 John ii. 23.
1 CLING to the Crucified!
His death is life to thee,
Life for eternity.
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!
170 Behold and see if there be any sorrow like unto [L.M. my sorrow.-Lam. i. 12.
1 O COME and mourn with me awhile;
O come ye to the Saviour's side;
O come, together let us mourn;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.
2 Have we no tears to shed for him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! look how patiently he hangs;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.
3 Seven times he spake, seven words of love;
And all three hours his silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.
4 O break, O break, hard heart of mine!
Thy weak self-love and guilty pride
Betray'd, condemn'd, and scourged thy Lord;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.
5 Come, take thy stand beneath the cross;
So may
the blood from out his side
Fall gently on thee, drop by drop;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.
6 A broken heart, a fount of tears,
Ask, and they will not be denied:
A broken heart love's cradle is;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.
7 O love of God, O sin of man,
In this dread act your strength is tried; And victory remains with love;
For he, our Love, is crucified."
Look unto me, and be ye saved.—Isa. xlv. 22. [8s. 7s.
1 SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend;
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.
2 Here I'll sit, for ever viewing
Mercy's streams in streams of blood:
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
Plead, and claim my peace with God.
3 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Beaming in his languid eye.
4 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
5 Lord, in ceaseless contemplation
Fix my thankful heart on thee;
Till I taste thy full salvation,
And thine unveil'd glory see."
I am crucified with Christ.-Gal. ii. 20.
1 O SACRED Head, once wounded,
With grief and shame bow'd down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, thine only crown.
O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss till now was thine!
Yes, though despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.
2 Thy sinless soul's oppression
Was all for sinners' gain:
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Saviour:
'Tis I deserve thy place;
Look on me with thy favour,
Vouchsafe to me thy grace.
3 The joy can ne'er be spoken,
Above all joys beside,
When in thy body broken
I thus with safety hide.
Lord of my life, desiring,
Thy glory now to see,
Beside thy cross expiring,
I'd breathe my soul to thee.
4 What language shall I borrow
To thank thee, dearest Friend,
For this thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me thine for ever;
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love for thee.
5 Be near me when I'm dying,
O show thy cross to me;
And to my succour flying
Come, Lord, and set me free.
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he, who dies believing,
Dies safely through thy love."
Truly this was the Son of God.
Matt. xxvii. 54.
1 BOUND upon the accursed tree,
Faint and bleeding, who is he?
By the eyes so pale and dim,
Streaming blood and writhing limb,
By the flesh with scourges torn,
By the crown of twisted thorn,
By the side so deeply pierced,
By the baffled burning thirst,
By the drooping death-dew'd brow,
Son of Man, 'tis thou, 'tis thou!
2 Bound upon the accursed tree,
Dread and awful, who is he?
By the sun at noonday pale,
Shivering rocks, and rending veil
Earth that trembles at his doom,
Yonder saints who burst their tomb,
Eden promised ere he died
To the felon at his side,
Lord, our suppliant knees we bow ;
Son of God, 'tis thou, 'tis thou!
3 Bound upon the accursed tree,
Sad and dying, who is he?
By the last and bitter cry,
By the mortal agony,
By the lifeless body, laid
In the chamber of the dead,
By the mourners, come to weep
Where the bones of Jesus sleep,
Crucified, we know thee now;
Son of Man, 'tis thou, 'tis thou!
4 Bound upon the accursed tree,
Dread and awful, who is he?
By the prayer for them that slew,
"Lord, they know not what they do."
By the spoil'd and empty grave,
By the souls he died to save,
By the conquest he hath won,
By the saints before his throne,
By the rainbow round his brow,
Son of God, 'tis thou, 'tis thou!
It is finished.-John xix. 30.
1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary;
See, it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky :
"It is finish'd,"
Hear the dying Saviour cry.
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