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John, xix. 30.
" IT IS FINISH'D !"
Hear the dying Saviour cry! 2 It is Finish'D! O what pleasure
Do these sacred works aftoi ! Heay'nly blessings without ineasure Fiow to us from C. Rist the LORD,
It is FutisH')!
Saints the dying words record.
Of the cereinonial law!
Ir is FINISH'o!
4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Join to sing the glorious theme !
Matt. xxvii. 45, 46.
LASI and did my SAVIOUR bleed?
And did my Sov'reign die? Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as-I?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He grðan'd upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown!.
And love beyond degree.
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in ;
For man the creature's sin.
4 Thug might I hide my blushing face,
While Jesu's cross áppears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
'Tis all that I can do
John. iii. 14. 15. »
1 EHOLD th' amazing sight,
lifted Behold the Son of God's delight
Expire in agony,
2 For whom; for whom, my heart,
Were all those sorrows borne? Why did He feel that piercing smarty
And meet that various scorn?
3. For love of us He bled,
And all in torture died: 'Twas love that Bow'd His fainting head,
And ope'd His streaming side. 4 Lord help me to 'adore
In sympathy of love ;
To lift my soul above.
5 Drawn by such cords as these,
Let all the earth combine, With holy ardour to confess
The Mystery divine.
6 In Thee our hearts unite
Nor share Thy griefs alone,
To Thy triumphant Throne.
1 EHOLD the SAVIOUR of mankind.15
Onnipotent to save !
Submissive 1o the grave..
Farth's strongest pillars tent;
The opening graves were rent,
Receive my soul, He cried :
He bow'd His head and died.
And in full glory shine ;
Was ever love like Thine!
Hou vast that guilt must be,
To the accursed inte
With penitential sigbs;
To guide thce to the skies.
Our triumphant holy-day cut 1
% Hymns of praises let us sing,
Unta CHRIST, our heav'nly King,
3 By the pains, which He endur'da
Our salvation is procur'd ; 1
Heb. xix, 20, 21. C. M. 1 YREAT God of peace and God of love!
We own Thy pow'r to save ''!) All hail! great Shepherd of the sheep!
Victorious o'er the grave. V 3 Him from the dead, Thou brought'st again,
When by His sacred blood, sw':