'Tis the long expected prophet,
David's son, yet David's Lord;
Proofs I see sufficient of it:

'Tis a true and faithful word.

2 [Tell me, ye who hear him groaning,
Was there ever grief like his ?
Friends thro' fear his cause disowning,
Foes insulting his distress:

Many hands were rais'd to wound him,
None would interpose to save;
But the awful stroke that found him,
Was the stroke God's justice gave.]

3 Ye who think of sin but lightly,
Nor suppose the evil great;
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the sacrifice appointed!

See who bears the awful load!
"Tis" the Word," the Lord's Anointed,
Son of man, and Son of GOD.

4 Here we have a firm foundation :
Here's the refuge of the lost:
Christ's the rock of our salvation:
His the

name of f which we boast:
for

Lamb of Gop for sinners wounded!
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!

None shall ever be confounded
Who on him their hope have built.

108. Crucifixion. 8—7—7.

He was oppressed, and he was afflicted; yet he opened not his mouth; he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.-ISAIAH liii. 7.

AS a lamb led forth to slaughter,
JESUS on his way proceeds:
See, his foes are fill'd with laughter,
While the patient victim bleeds.
JESUS dies, by man abhorr'd,
JESUS, chosen of the Lord,

2 JESUS died in love to others;

Greater love hath none than this:
Love of kindred, love of mothers,
Feeble is compared to his.

Who can tell its breadth and length? Who, its depth, its height, its strength? 3 [Come, my soul, behold and wonder, Here's a sight to cause surprise: Well the rocks might cleave asunder; Well might darkness veil the skies. 'Twas the voice of nature then, Nature's voice reproving men.]

4 Nature's voice, again reproving;
Would be heard should I not speak;
None has greater cause for loving
Him who came the lost to seek,
Yet my love how cold it is?
O how diff'rent mine from his!

5 Ah, my Lord, thou know'st thy servant,
Weak, unfaithful, apt to slide;
Make my love more pure and fervent:
Let me at thy feet abide.

Thine the tribute of my praise:
Thine the remnant of my days.

109. Crucifixion. 8-7-7.

O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless, not as I will, but as thou wilt.-MAT. xxvi. 39.

JESUS drains the cup of sorrows:
See, he lies beneath our load:

Gives his life a ransom for us,
And redeems us by his blood:
Was then ever love like this?
Was then ever grief like his?

2 JESUS is "a Man of Sorrows,"

Here he claims pre-eminence;
See him pierc'd by heav'n's own arrows,
See him die for our offence.

"We like sheep, have gone astray:"
JESUS takes our sins

away.

.3 JESUS suffers-wond'rous victim!
'Tis the Son of God that dies:
Heav'n and earth, and hell, afflict him,
Justice claims the Sacrifice:

Darkness now exerts its power:
Darkness reigns this fearful hour. ›

4 Come, ye Saints behold and wonder Come, behold what love could do: Gaze upon the victim yonder:

JESUS suffer'd thus for you.

Bid adieu to low desire;

Here let earthly love expire.

110. Crucifixion. L. M.

We love him, because he first loved us.-1 JOHN iv. 19.

WHEN, on the cross my Lord I see, Bleeding to death for wretched me; Satan and sin no more can move, My soul is then constrained to love. 2 His thorns and nails pierce through my In every groan I bear a part; [heart, I view his wounds with streaming eyes: But see-he bows his head, and dies!

3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of GOD, Wounded, and dead, and bath'd in blood!

Behold his side, and venture near,
The well of endless life is here.

4 Here I forget my cares and pains;
I drink, yet still my thirst remains:
Only the fountain-head above
Can satisfy the thirst of love, ve

5.0 that I thus could always feeld ov Lord, more and more thy love reveal! Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim

.1

The grace and glory of thy name, 6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear, Revives my heart and charms my ear; Affords a balm for every wound, And Satan trembles at the sound.

111. Crucifixion. 8-7.

I sat down under his shadow with great delight.-SONG OF SOLOMON ii. 3.

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'd 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
Falling from his languid eye:

4 Here it is I find my heav'n,
While upon the Lamb I gaze :
Love I much? I've much forgiv'n;
I'm a miracle of grace!