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For me these pangs his soul assail,
For me this death is borne ;
My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed ev'ry thorn.

Let sin no more my soul enslave,
O break its tyrant chain;

Save me, O Lord---Thou cam'st to save,
And wilt not die in vain.

HYMN CXLIII.

The same.

'TIS done! th' atoning work is done!
Jesus, the world's Redeemer, dies!
All nature feels th' important groan,
Loud echoing through the earth and skies;
The earth doth to her centre quake,
And heav'n as hell's deep gloom is black:
The temple's veil is rent in twain,
While Jesus meekly bows his head;
The rocks resent his mortal pain,

The yawning graves give up their dead; The bodies of the saints arise,

Reviving as their Saviour dies.

And shall not we his death partake,

In sympathetic anguish groan? O Saviour! let thy passion shake

Our earth, and rend our hearts of stone:

To second life our souls restore,

And wake us that we sleep no more.

HYMN CXLIV.

The same.

WHEN I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of glory died; My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the cross of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.

See! from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown!
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small!
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all!

HYMN CXLV.

The same.

JESUS drains the cup of sorrows,
See, he lies beneath our load;
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Gives his life a ransom for us,
And redeems us by his blood:
Was there ever love like this?
Was there ever grief like his?

Jesus is" a man of sorrows,"

Here he claims pre-eminence;
See him pierc'd by heav'n's own arrows,
See him die for our offence.
We like sheep had gone astray,
Jesus takes our sin away!

Jesus suffers-wondrous victim!
'Tis the Son of God that dies!
Heav'n, and earth, and hell, afflict him,
Justice claims the sacrifice:

Darkness now exerts its pow'r,
Darkness reigns this fearful hour.

Come, ye saints, look here and wonder,
Come, behold what love could do ;
Gaze upon the victim yonder,

Jesus suffer'd thus for you:

Bid adieu to low desire,

Here let earthly love expire.

HYMN CLXII.

The same.

AS a lamb led forth to slaughter,
Jesus on his way proceeds:
See, his foes are fill'd with laughter,
While the patient victim bleeds.
Jesus dies, by man abhorr'd,
Jesus, chosen of the Lord.

Jesus died in love to others,
Greater love hath none than this;
Love of kindred, love of mothers,
Feeble is compar'd to his :

Who can tell its breadth and length?
Who its depth, its height, its strength?
Come, my soul, look here and wonder,
Here's a sight to cause surprise;
Well the rocks might cleave asunder,
Well might darkness veil the skies:
'Twas the voice of nature then ;
Nature's voice reproving men.
Nature's voice, again reproving,
Would be heard should I not speak;
None has greater cause for loving
Him who came the lost to seek :
Yet my love, how cold it is!

O how different mine from his!

Ah, my Lord, thou know'st thy servant,
Weak, unfaithful, apt to slide;
Make his love more pure and fervent,
Let him at thy feet abide:

Thine the tribute of his praise !
Thine the remnant of his days!

HYMN CXLVII.

Christ dying, rising, and reigning.

HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies! Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!

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A solemn darkness veils the skies,

A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
Come, saints, and drop a tear or two,
For him who groan'd beneath your load!
He shed a thousand drops for you;

A thousand drops of richer blood!
Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for men !
But, lo! what sudden joys we see !
Jesus the dead revives again!
The rising God forsakes the tomb!
(The tomb in vain forbids his rise!)
Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies!
Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliv'rer reigns!
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,

And led the monster death in chains; Say," Live for ever, wond'rous King! "Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the monster-"Where's thy sting? "And, where's thy vict'ry,boasting grave?"

HYMN CXLVIII.

The atonement.

HAIL, thou once despised Jesus!
Hail, thou Galilean King,

Who didst suffer to release us,
Who didst free salvation bring:

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