Thy body, pierced by ruthless steel,
My wretched soul and body heal.

2 The water from Thy side that poured For me a cleansing bath afford,

And all Thy blood, with life divine,
Revive this weakened heart of mine.

3 The sweat of death upon Thy face
Deliver me from death's embrace,
And all Thy passion, cross, and pain,
With strength my feebleness sustain.

4 O Christ, turn not away from me,
Receive and hide me all in Thee,
Within Thy holy wounds inclose,
And keep me safe from all my foes.

5 In death's dark hour with me abide,
And place me, Savior, at Thy side,
Where with Thy saints I shall adore
And praise Thee, Lord, forevermore.

8, 8, 7, 8, 7

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SEV'N times our blessed Savior spoke,
When on the cross our sins He took,
And died lest man should perish:

Let us His last and dying words
In our remembrance cherish.

2 "Father, forgive these men, for lo! They truly know not what they do!" So far His love extended:

Forgive us, Lord, for we, too, have Through ignorance offended.

3 Now to the contrite thief He cries: "Thou, verily, in Paradise

Shalt meet me ere tomorrow :"

Lord, take us to Thy kingdom soon, Who linger here in sorrow.

4 To weeping Mary, standing by, "Behold thy Son!" now hear Him cry; To John, "Behold thy mother!"

Provide, O Lord, for those we leave, Let each befriend the other.

5 The Savior's fourth word was, "I
thirst!"

O mighty Prince of Life, Thy thirst
For us and our salvation

Is truly great: do help us then
That we escape damnation.

6 The fifth, "My God, my God, O why
Forsake me?" Hark, the awful cry!
Lord, Thou wast here forsaken,

That we might be received on high; Let this hope not be shaken.

7 The sixth, when victory was won, "Tis finished!" for Thy work was done. Grant, Lord, that onward pressing

We may the work Thou dost impose
Fulfill with Thine own blessing.

8 The last, as woe and sufferings end,
"O God my Father, I commend
Into Thy hands my spirit:"

Be this, dear Lord, my dying wish;
O heavenly Father, hear it.

9 Whoe'er, by sense of sin oppressed, Upon these words his thoughts will rest, He joy and hope obtaineth,

And, through God's love and boundless grace,

A peaceful conscience gaineth.

10 O Jesus Christ, Thou Crucified, Who hast for our offences died, Grant that we e'er may ponder

Thy wounds, Thy cross, Thy bitter death,

Both here below and yonder.

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GLORY be to Jesus,

Who, in bitter pains,

Poured for me the lifeblood

From His sacred veins !

2 Grace and life eternal
In that blood I find;
Blest be His compassion,
Infinitely kind!

3 Blest through endless ages
Be the precious stream
Which from endless torments
Did the world redeem!

4 Abel's blood for vengeance
Pleaded to the skies;

But the blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries!

5 Oft as earth exulting

Wafts its praise on high,
Angel hosts rejoicing

Make their glad reply.

6 Lift we then our voices, Swell the mighty flood; Louder still, and louder.

Praise the precious blood!

6, 5, 6, 5,

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STRICKEN, smitten and afflicted,
See Him dying on the tree!
"Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, 'tis He! 'tis He!
'Tis the long expected Prophet,

David's Son, yet David's Lord;
Proofs I see sufficient of it:

'Tis the true and faithful Word.

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2 Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning, Was there ever grief like His? Friends through fear His cause disowning,

Foes insulting His distress;

Many hands were raised to wound Him, None would interpose to save;

But the deepest stroke that pierced Him Was the stroke that 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 the refuge of the lost;
Christ's the Rock of our salvation :
His the name of which we boast;
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded!
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!

None shall ever be confounded

Who on Him their hope have built.

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JESUS, Refuge of the weary,

Object of the spirit's love,
Fountain in life's desert dreary,
Savior from the world above;
O how oft Thine eyes offended,
Gaze upon the sinner's fall!
Yet upon the cross extended

Thou didst bear the pain of all.

2 Do we pass that cross unheeding, Breathing no repentant vow,

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Though we see Thee wounded, bleeding,
See Thy thorn-encircled brow?
Yet Thy sinless death hath brought us
Life eternal, peace and rest;
Only what Thy grace hath taught us
Calms the sinner's stormy breast.

3 Jesus, may our hearts be burning
With more fervent love for Thee;
May our eyes be ever turning
To Thy cross of agony;

Till in glory, parted never

From the blessed Savior's side, Graven in our hearts forever, Dwell the cross, the Crucified.

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C. M.

BEHOLD the Savior of mankind

Nailed to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that Him inclined
To bleed and die for Thee!

2 Hark, how He groans! while nature shakes,

And earth's strong pillars bend!