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3. All righteousness did he fulfil,

No sin did e'er he know.
He never thought nor acted ill ;

Why was he wounded so ? 4. Alas! I know the reason why ;

Our num'rous sins he bore ; This caus'd his bitter agony,

This wounded him so sore.
5. But hence our confidence begins;

For we may boldly say,
That thus, by bearing all our sins,

He took them all away.
6. Our God is fully reconcil'd,

His justice satisfy'd ;
Each sinner now may be his child,

Since Jesus bled and dy'd.
7. Come then, each needy sinner, come,

If you'll accept, he'll give ;
But suffer him to lead you home,

Whoever will, may live,

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Hymn 57. c. M. 1. THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel's veins ;
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood

Lose all their guilty stains. 2. The dying thief rejoic'd to see

That fountain in his day, ;,
And there have I, as vile as hej
Wash'd all

my
sins

away.
3. E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream

His flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be till I die,

4. Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing his power to save ;
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue,

Lies silent in the grave.

W

Hymn 58. L. M.

Christ crucified, 1. HEN I survey the wond'rous cross

On which the prince of glory dy'd, My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. 2. Father forbid that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,

I sacrifice them to his blood.
3. See ! from his head, his hands, and feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4. Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, sò divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

1. THE

Hymn 59. C. M.

Jesus hasting to suffer.
die THE Saviour, what a noble flame.

Was kindled in his breast;
When hasting to Jerusalem,

He march'd before the rest !
2. Goodwill to men and zeal for God,

His ey'ry thought engross:
He longs to be baptiz’d with blood

He pants to reach his cross.'.

3. With all his suff'rings full in view,

And woes, to us, unknown, Forth to the task his spirit flew,

'Twas love that urg'd him on. 4. Lord, we return thee what we cang

Our hearts shall sound abroad Salvation, to the dying Man,

And to the rising God!
5. And while thy bleeding glories here;

Engage our wand'ring eyes ;
We learn our lighter cross-to bear;

And hasten to the skies.

"IN

Hymn 60, c. M.

Looking at the Cross. 1. TN evil long I took delight,

Unaw'd by shame or fear ;
Till a new object struck my sight,

And stopp'd my wild career. 2. I saw one hanging on a tree

In agonies and blood ;
Who fix'd his languid eyes on me,

As near his cross I stood.
3. Sure, never to my latest breath,

Can I forget that look ;
It seem'd to charge me with his death,

Tho' not a word he spoke. 4. My conscience felt, and ownd the guilt,

And plung'd me in despair :
I saw my sins his blood had spilt,

And help'd to nail him there. 5. Alas ! I knew not what I did

But now my tears are vain ;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid

For I the Lord have slain,

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6. A second look he gave,

which said, “I freely all forgive ; « This blood is for thy ransom paid ; “ I die that thou may'st live.”

Hymn 61. C. . They shall look on him whom they pierced, and mourn. 1. NFINITE grief! amazing woe !

Behold my bleeding Lord !
Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death,

And us'd the Roman sword.
2. O, the sharp pangs of smarting pain,

My dear Redeemer bore !
When knotty whips and ragged thorns,

His sacred body tore !
3. But knotty whips and ragged thorns

In vain I do accuse ;
In vain I blame the Roman bands,

And the more spitefull Jews.
4. Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins,

His chief tormentors were ; Each of my crimes became a nail,

And unbelief the spear.
3. 'Twere you that pull'd the veng'ance down

Upon his guiltless head ;
Break, break, my heart ! O burst mine eyes,

And let my sorrows bleed.
6. Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul,

Till melting, waters flow,
And deep repentance drown mine eyes
In undissembled woe.

Hymn 62. P. M.
1. AIN, delusive world, adien,

With all of creature-good,
Only Jesus I pursue,

Who bought me with his blood!

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1. V

All thy pleasures I forego,

I trample on thy wealth and pride; Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucify'd. 2. Other knowledge I disdain,

'Tis all but vanity :
Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain,

He tasted death for me!
Me to save from endless woe,

Th’sin atoning victim dy'd!
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucify'd.
3. Here will I set up my rest,

My fluctuating heart
From the haven of his breast
Shall never more depart:

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Whither should a sinner go?

His wounds for me stand open wide!
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucify'd.
4. Him to know is life and peace,

And pleasure without end ;
This is all my happiness

On Jesus to depend;
Daily in his grace to grow,

And ever in his faith abide.
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucify'd. 5. O that I could all invite,

This saving truth to prove : A
Shew the length, the breadth, the height,

And depth of Jesu's love!
Fain I would to sinners show

The blood by faith alone apply'd.
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucify'd.

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