1"AWAKE, O sword," the Father cries;
The sword awakes, and Jesus dies;
He bows His head beneath the stroke,
To free our souls from Satan's yoke,
2 What mingled dignity and grace
Appear'd in our REDEEMER's face,
When He forsook the courts above,
And swiftly flew on wings of love.
3 Our nature with His own He joins,
And thus fulfils His grand designs;
The Son of man, the Son of God,
Redeems the Church with His own blood.
4 How great the price MESSIAH paid,
When He His soul an off'ring made!
Behold Redemption all complete!
Behold the SAVIOUR'S love how great!
5 See grace and justice both combine!
United now, how bright they shine!
GOD's glory in the cross appears,
And mercy's voice dispels our fears.
1 WHO hath our report believed ?
Shiloh come, is not received,
Not received by His own;
Promis'd branch from root of Jesse,
David's offspring sent to bless ye,
Comes too meekly to be known.
2 Like a tender plant that's growing
Where no water's friendly flowing,
No kind rains refresh the ground:
Drooping, dying we shall view Him,
See no charm to draw us to Him,
There no beauty will be found.
3 Lo! MESSIAH unrespected,
Man of griefs, despised, rejected;
Wounds His form disfiguring,
Marr'd His visage more than any,
For He bears the sins of many,
All our sorrows carrying.
4 No deceit His mouth hath spoken,
Blameless, He no law had broken;
Yet was number'd with the worst;
For, because the LORD would grieve Him,
We, who saw it, did believe Him
For His own offences curst.
5 But while Him our thoughts accused, He for us alone was bruised,
Stricken, smitten for our guilt: With His stripes our wounds are cured, By His pains our peace assured, Purchas'd with the blood He spilt.
6 Love amazing, so to mind us, Shepherd come from heay'n to find us, Wand'ring sheep all gone astray! Lost, undone by our transgressions! Worse than stript of all possessions, Debtors without hope to pay.
7 Fear our portion, slaves in spirit,—
He redeem'd us by His merit,
To a glorious liberty;
Dearly first His goodness brought us,
Truth and love then sweetly taught us:
Truth and love have made us free.
8 Blessed be the pow'r who gave us;
Freely gave His Son to save us :
Bless'd the SoN, who freely came:
Honour, blessing, adoration,
Ever from the whole creation,
Be to God, and to the LAMB.
1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary;
See! it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth and veils the sky!
"IT IS FINISH'D!"
Hear the dying SAVIOUR cry!
2 IT IS FINISH'D! O what pleasure
. Do these sacred words afford!
Heav'nly blessings without measure
Flow to us from CHRIST the LORD.
IT IS FINISH'D!
Saints the dying words record.
3 FINISH'D all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law!
Finish'd all that God had promis'd,
Death and hell no more shall awe.
IT IS FINISH'D!
Saints, from hence your comfort draw.
4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Join to sing the glorious theme!
All on earth and all in heaven,
Join to praise IMMANUEL's name.
Hallelujah!
Glory to the bleeding LAMB.
LAS! 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 groan'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;
When the Almighty SAVIOUR died
For man the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While JESU's cross appears,
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;
Here LORD, I give myself to Thee, 'Tis all that I can do.
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