They lift him high upon the cross,
Naked in blood, that all might see;
Whilst Angels gaze, and bow, and blush ;
O! that dear Lamb accurs'd for me.
HYMN 92. L. M.
My song shall be of him who died
Upon the mount of Calvary;
His name, his blood, and nought beside
Shall be my theme eternally.
I view him in his infant form,
Poor, helpless, in a manger laid;
To rescue me, a worthless worm,
Th' eternal Word my flesh was made.
Despis'd and friendless was the Lamb,
Abased to a low degree,
Refus'd by all with scorn and shame,
That he our faithful Friend might be.
Mark how he loves his blood bought friends!
When in his greatest agony
He pleads for them, he them defends,
They're as the apple of his eye.
For when the multitude came on
To drag him to the painful tree;
"Whom seek ye ?" (said the Holy One)
"If me you seek, the children free."
When thus accepted, in our stead,
Justice the sinner did release,
And for the members smote the Head,
Chastis'd him for our breach of
HYMN 93. P. M.
HAIL, Jesus, perfect God and Man,
Sole Author of Salvation's plan ;
Thou felt'st our misery :
Perfect, through suff'rings, thou wast made;
The members, perfect as their head,
With joy, salvation cry.
Obedient to thy blood and death,
Obedient to th' inspiring breath,
Are all our inward pow'rs:
Thy body we; in thee belov'd :
Thy sorrows hath our joy improv'd ;
Eternal life is ours.
Barr'd is the way to happiness;
The mind kept back from perfect peace,
Until the Saviour's known :"
Known as a man, yet God with us,
Who bear our mis'ries on the cross,
And made them all his own.
Hence, on the pinions of thy love,
I soar from earth to dwell above,
Where thou hast led the way:
Whilst heights of bliss my soul surprise,
Thy wounded form still bids me rise
To brighter, brighter day.
I welcome ev'ry state with thee,
Since thou wilt my companion be,
Through all this field of blood:
Thy life preserves my heaven sure,
Thou shalt be now and evermore
My Jesus, and my God.
HYMN 94. L. M.
"TIS finished! loud the echo sounds, Our ransom price is fully paid;
The Father's pleas'd to see those wounds,
Where sin is slain, and vengeance staid.
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His lifeless body drain'd of blood,
Then was fulfill'd the faithful word,
Spoken of old by men of God,
How nature spoil'd should be restor’'d;
'Twas done! when radiant he arose
Triumphant over death and hell;
Then in him rose the darling spouse,
With him in all his bliss to dwell.
God's royal clothing now are we,
And he hath mark'd us with his name,
Together with the Son made free,
Forever perfect without blame :
One life, one joy, with him we have : Whilst in this world's bewilder'd maze, We nothing more desire or crave, Incessantly we Jesus praise.
HYMN 95. C. M.
THUS saith the Ruler of the skies,
"Awake, my dreadful sword;
Awake, my wrath, and smite the man,
My fellow," saith the Lord.
Vengeance receiv'd the dread command, And, armed, down she flies;
Jesus submits t' his Father's hand,
And bows his head and dies.
But O the wisdom and the grace
That join with vengeance now!
He dies to save our guilty race,
And yet he rises too.
A person so divine was he,
Who yielded to be slain,
That he could give his soul away,
And take his life again.
"Live, glorious Lord, and reign on high," Let ev'ry nation sing;
And angels sound, with endless joy,
The Saviour and the King.
HYMN 96. L. M.
WORTHY is Christ, our Paschal Lamb,
Who bow'd his head, and bore our shame,
On God's eternal throne to reign :
For he for us, for us, was slain.
For ev'ry people, land, and tongue,
He calls his royal, conqu❜ring throng;
Let all thy hosts, thy grace confess,
And call thee, Lord, our Righteousness.
We praise thee, thou whose spirit rests
On us thy kings, on us thy priests :
Redeem'd to banquet with our God,
And bought, and ransom'd by his blood.
Let ev'ry spirit now with thee,
And all on earth and all on sea,
Thy wisdom bless, and fill thy throne With worship due to thee alone.
Be pow'r and riches ever thine !
And strength and majesty divine !
By ev'ry creature reign ador'd,
The only, everlasting Lord.
HYMN 97. S. M.
WHEN all mankind corrupt, Did from their Maker stray, Pursuing each the fatal road, That to destruction lay :
With pity most divine,
From his bright throne above, Did Jesus graciously descend, Borne on the wings of love.
Involv'd in guilt he found
The whole apostate race;
Where sin and guilt did most abound, Still more abounds his grace.
While heirs of wrath we stood,
To death and hell a prey;
To ransom sinners with his blood,
He gave his life
HYMN 98. P. M.
JESUS, and him crucify'd,
Is mine, I want no more;
In his wounds I'm deep inlaid;
My name there standeth sure;
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