"He was wounded for our transgressions."
75 Now, my soul, thy voice upraising,
Tell, in sweet and mournful strain,
How the Crucified, enduring
Grief, and wounds, and dying pain,
Freely of His love was offered,
Sinless was for sinners slain.
Scourged with unrelenting fury
For the sins which we deplore,
By His livid stripes He heals us,
Raising us to fall no more;
All our bruises gently soothing,
Binding up the bleeding sore.
See! His Hands and Feet are fastened;
So He makes His people free:
Not a wound whence blood is flowing
But a fount of grace shall be;
Yea, the very nails which nail Him
Nail us also to the tree.
Through His Heart the spear is piercing,
Though His foes have seen Him die;
Blood and water thence are streaming
In a tide of mystery,
Water from our guilt to cleanse us,
Blood to win us crowns on high.
Jesu, may these precious fountains
Drink to thirsting souls afford;
Let them be our cup and healing,
And at length our full reward;
So a ransomed world shall ever
Praise Thee, its redeeming Lord. Amen.
Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sins of the world."
80 BEHOLD the Lamb of God!
O Thou for sinners slain,
Let it not be in vain
That Thou hast died;
Thee for my Saviour let me take,
My only refuge let me make
Thy pierced side.
Behold the Lamb of God!
Into the sacred flood
Of Thy most precious blood
My soul I cast:
Wash me and make me clean within,
And keep me pure from every sin,
Till life be past.
Behold the Lamb of God!
All hail, Incarnate Word,
Thou everlasting Lord,
Saviour most blest;
Fill us with love that never faints,
Grant us, with all Thy blessèd saints,
Eternal rest.
Behold the Lamb of God!
Worthy is He alone,
That sitteth on the throne
Of God above;
One with the Ancient of all days,
One with the Comforter in praise,
All Light and Love. Amen.
"Who loved me and gave Himself for me." 87 O SACRED Head, once wounded,
With grief and shame bowed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, thine only crown.
O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss till now was Thine!
Yes, though despised and gory,
I joy to call Thee mine.
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,
Was all for sinners' gain:
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Saviour:
"Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favour,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
The joy can ne'er be spoken,
Above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken
I thus with safety hide.
Lord of my life, desiring
Thy glory now to see,
Beside Thy Cross expiring,
I'd breathe my soul to Thee.
What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine for ever;
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love for Thee.
Be near me when I'm dying,
O show Thy Cross to me:
And to my succour flying,
Come, Lord, and set me free.
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely through Thy Love.
88 HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary;
See, it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!
66 'It is finished!".
Hear the dying Saviour cry.
Do the precious words afford!
Heavenly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
"It is finished!"
Saints the dying words record.
Finished all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law;
Finished all that God had promised:
Death and hell no more shall awe
"It is finished!"
Saints from hence your comfort draw.
Tune your harps anew, ye Seraphs;
Strike them to Emmanuel's Name;
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join the triumph to proclaim.
Glory to the bleeding Lamb! Amen.
"He is not here; He is risen."
99 JESUS CHRIST is risen to-day, Alleluia!
Our triumphant holy day, Alleluia!
Who did once upon the Cross, Alleluia!
Suffer to redeem our loss, Alleluia!
Hymns of praise then let us sing Alleluia!
Unto Christ, our heavenly King, Alleluia!
Who endured the Cross and grave, Alleluia!
Sinners to redeem and save. Alleluia!
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