That would not bend to God alone, 5 Forsake, as he advis'd, Obey his pleasing rule, And, like our Pattern, be baptiz'd, CHRIST CRUCIFIED. 12. C. M. Wesley's Coll. Christ Crucified. BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind, Nail'd to the shameful tree! How vast the love that him inclin'd 2 Hark! how he groans, while nature shakes, 3 "Tis done; the precious ransom's paid; See, where he bows his sacred head, 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain. O Lamb of God! was ever pain, 13. L. M. Steele. A dying Saviour. Mark xv. 29-38. STRETCH'D on the cross, the Saviour dies; Hark! his expiring groans arise! See, from his hands, his feet, his side, And yet my heart unmov'd remain, 4 Come, dearest Lord! thy grace impart, 14 C. M. Watts. Godly sorrow arising from Christ's sufferings. ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed, And did my Sovereign die! Would he devote that sacred head 2 Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine, 3 Was it for crimes that I had done 4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, When God the mighty Maker died, 5 Thus might I hide my blushing face 6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay Here, Lord, I give myself away, "Tis all that I can do. The attraction of the Cross. John xii. 32. YONDER, amazing sight! I see Th' incarnate Son of God, Expiring on th' accursed tree, 2 Behold a purple torrent run 3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky, 4 So great, so vast a sacrifice, 5 0, that these cords of love divine 16. C. M. The effects of Christ's death. He closes his resplendent eyes! 2 The heavenly harps remain'd unstrung, In silence laid aside, While "on the cross the Saviour hung, And wept, and bled, and died." 3 His groans awake the sleeping dead, Like light'ning Satan fell, And when to death he bow'd his head, He shook the powers of hell. 4 Well might the sun withdraw his ray, Earth to its centre heave, And darkness clothe the mourning day, And all creation grieve. 5 Well might the Roman soldier say, When he beheld that blood, And felt the earth beneath give way, "This is the Son of God!" 6 Now let me lift my weeping eyes, The cross of woe, where Jesus dies, 17. C. M. Sin the cause of Christ's pain. My God! my God! O tell me, why 2 Was it my sin that caus'd that frown, That made the crimson flood run down 3 Yes, they transfix'd and tore his feet, 4 They threw a cloud around the God, That those dear streams of precious blood 5 The pains that I have caus'd thee, Lord, But, yielding to thy sacred word, 18. L. M. Watts. Christ's death and resurrection. E dies! the heavens in mourning stood; HHe rises, and appears a God; No more to bleed, no more to die. 2 Hence, and for ever, from my heart, 19. C. M. Godly sorrow of the dying thief. WHEN Jesus died, a suffering one Was soften'd into grief; Touch'd by the Saviour's dying groan, 2 Remember me, the sinner cries, 3 Now in thy kingdom, Saviour, God, Co 20. C. M. The Saviour's agony. YOME, and behold the Lamb of God, Kneeling beneath your guilty load, 2 Stay here and watch, he meekly said, And there he knelt, and bow'd his head, 3 And as he knelt and prayed to God, But could not stay the crimson flood, 4 Methinks I hear them whispering say Be pleas'd to teach us how we may 5 Be silent! all ye heavenly hosts, This is a part of what it costs |