Had I ten-thousand tongues, they all
Should join the harmony.
560. 8. 8. 6. Godwin, altered.
Christ crucified....John xix. 30.
'S this my Jesus, this my God,
Whose body all o'er stain'd with blood,
Hangs on th' accursed tree?
Who bows his head, opprest with pain;
But midst it all doth not complain?
Yes, O my soul, 'tis he!
2 Is this my Saviour, this my Lord,
Whose feet and hands with nails are bor'd,
And fasten'd to the tree;
Whose sacred head with thorns is crown'd,
Whose pierced side receives the wound?
Yes, O my soul, 'tis he!
3 Is this my bleeding sacrifice,
Who bows his head, and calmly dies,
High lifted on the tree;
Unknown by Gentiles, scoff'd by Jews,
Whom almost all mankind refuse?
Yes, O my soul, 'tis he!
4 And shall my soul again forget
His love so free, immensely great?
Oh!-never let it be!
But let me always see the Lamb,
And truly praise his gracious name
To all eternity!
561. 5. 6. 11. Wesley.
Sufferings and Death of Jesus.... Lam. i. 12.
A ye that pass by,
To Jesus draw nigh,
To you is it nothing that Jesus should die?
Our ransom and peace,
Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his.
2 The Lord, in the day Of his anger, did lay
Our sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away;
He dy❜d to atone
For sins not his own
The Father hath punish'd for us his dear Son.
For sinners, like me,
He dy'd on the tree;
His death is accepted, the sinner is free.
My pardon I claim,
A sinner I am,
A sinner believing in Jesus's name,
With joy we approve
The plan of his love!
A wonder to all both below and above!
When time is no more,
We still shall adore
That ocean of love, without bottom or shore.
562. 8. 7. Lee.
Surrender to Infinite Love.
WHEN I view my Saviour bleeding
For my sins upon the tree;
O how wond'rous !-how exceeding
Great his love appears to me !
2 Floods of deep distress and anguish
To impede his labors came;
Yet they all could not extinguish
Love's eternal, burning flame.
3 Now redemption is completed,
Full salvation is procur'd:
Death and satan are defeated
By the suff'rings he endur'd.
4 Now the gracious Mediator,
Risen to the courts of bliss,
Claims for me, a sinful creature,
Pardon, righteousness, and peace.
[5 Sure such infinite affection
Lays the highest claim to mine :
All my pow'rs, without exception,
Should in fervent praises join.
6 Jesus, fit me for thy service,
Form me for thyself alone;
I am thy most costly purchase,
Take possession of thy own.]
563. C. M. Newton.
Will ye also go away....John vi. 67-69. HEN any turn from Sion's way, (Alas what numbers do!)
Methinks I hear my Saviour say,
"Wilt thou forsake me too?"
2 Ah, Lord, with such a heart as mine, Unless thou hold me fast,
I feel I must, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.
[3 Yet thou alone hast pow'r, I know,
To save a wretch like me :
To whom, or whither could I go,
If I should turn from thee?
4 Beyond a doubt I rest assur'd
Thou art the Christ of God;
Who hast eternal life secur'd,
By promise and by blood.]
5 The help of men and angels join'd
Could never reach my case;
Nor can I hope relief to find,
But in thy boundless grace.
6 No voice but thine can give me rest,
And bid my fears depart;
No love but thine can make me blest,
And satisfy my heart.
7 What anguish has that question stirr'd, If I will also go?
564 SAFETY IN CHRIST-SALVATION. Yet, Lord, relying on thy word, I humbly answer-no!
To whom shall we go?-John vi. 67, 68.
THO
HOU only Sov'reign of my heart,
My refuge, my almighty friend-
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
2 Whither, ah! whither shall I go-
A wretched wand'rer from my Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and woe,
One glimpse of happiness afford?
3 Eternal life thy words impart,
On these my fainting spirit lives;
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart,
Than all the round of nature gives.
4 Let earth's alluring joys combine;
While thou art near, in vain they call ;
One smile, one blissful smile of thine,
My dearest Lord, outweighs them all.
5 Thy name my inmost pow'rs adore,
Thou art my life, my joy, my care;
Depart from thee;-'tis death-'tis more!
'Tis endless ruin! deep despair!
6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie,
Here safety dwells and peace divine;
Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life, eternal life, is thine!
565. L. M. Humphry's Col.
Free Salvation....2 Tim. i. 9.
ONG ere the sun began his days,
Or moon shot forth her silver rays,
Salvation's scheme was fixt, 'twas done
In cov'nant by the Three in One.
2 The Father spake, the Son reply'd,
The Spirit with them both comply'd :
Grace mov'd the cause for saving man,
And wisdom drew the noble plan.
3 The Father chose his only Son
To die for sins that man had done;
Immanuel to the choice agreed,
And thus secur'd a num’rous seed.
4 He sends his Spirit from above
To call the objects of his love;
Not one shall perish or be lost,
His blood has bought them, dear they cost. 5 What high displays of sov'reign grace! What love to save a ruin'd race! My soul, adore his lovely name, By whom thy free salvation came.
566. C. M. Humphry's Col. Complete Salvation.... Psalm xxxv. 3. 1 Sis hnish'd and complete; ALVATION thro' my dying God
He paid whate'er his people ow'd,
And cancell'd all their debt.
2 Salvation from the depths of hell-
From seas of quenchless fire,
To yon sweet fields where angels dwell,
And strike the golden lyre.
[3' Salvation! O melodious sound
To wretched, dying men!
Salvation that from God proceed,
And leads to God again."]
4 Salvation now shall be my stay ;
“A sinner sav'd," I'll cry;
Then gladly quit this mortal clay
For better joys on high.
5 Salvation to sweet harps of gold,
My raptur'd soul shall sing,
And strike, while endless ages roll,
The ever-tuneful string.
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