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Th'immortal God for me hath died :

My Lord, my Love is crucified. 2 Behold him, allage that pass by,

The bleeding Prince of life and peace!
Come, see, ye worms, your Maker die,

And say, was ever grief like his ?
Come, feel with me his blood applied:

My Lord, my Love is crucified: 3 Is crucified for me and you,

To bring us rebels back to God:
Believe, believe the record true,

Ye all are bought with Jesu's blood;
Pardon for all flows from his side:

My Lord, my Love is crucified. 4 Then let us sit beneath his cross,

And gladly catch the healing stream:
All things for him account but loss,

And give up all our hearts to him;
Of nothing think or speak beside,
My Lord, my Love is crucified.

Hymn 211. L. M.
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Fhim who did salvation bring

I could for ever think and sing ;
Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive;

Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve.
2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given!

Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven;
Tho'sin and sorrow wound my soul,

Jesus, thy balm will make it whole.
3 To shame our sins he blush'd in blood,

He clos'd his eyes to show us God;

Let all the world fall down and know,

'That none but God such love can show. 4 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone

I shed my tears and make my moan?
Where'er I am, where'er I move,

I meet the object of my love. 5 Insatiate to this spring I fly;

I drink, and yet am ever dry;
Ah! who against thy charms is proof?
Ah! who that loves can love enough?

Hymn 212. P. M.
LL ye that pass by, to Jesus draw nigh;

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die? Your ransom and peace, your surety he is, Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his. For what you have done, his blood must atone;

[Son; The Father hath punish'd for you his dear The Lord, in the day of his anger, did lay Your sins on the Lamb, and he bore them

away.
3 He answer'd for all, O come at his call,

And low at his cross, with astonishment fall.
Byt list up your eyes, at Jesus's cries,

Impassive he suffers, immortal he dies. 4 He dies to atone for sjus not bis own, Your debt he bath paid, and your work he

hath done: Ye all may receive the peace he did leave, Who 'made intercession, " My Father, for

give!"

cause.

5 For you and for me he pray'd on the tree;

His prayer is accepted, the sinner is free.
The sinner am I-who on Jesus rely,

And come for the pardon God cannot deny. 6 My pardon I claim; for a sinner I am,

A sinner believing in Jesus's pame;
He purchas'd the grace, which now I em-
brace;

{place! O Father, thou know'st he hath died in my 7 His death is my plea, my Advocate see, And hear the blood speak that hath answer'd

for me. Acquitted I was, when he bled on the cross, And by losing his life he bath carried my

Hymn 213. L. M. 1 Hdies, the Friend of sinners dies !

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness veils the skies!

A sudden trembling shakes the ground! Come, saivts, and drop a tear or two

For bim who groan'd beneath your load: He shed a thousand drops for you,

A thousand drops of richer blood. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree,

The Lord of glory dies for man! But lo! what sudden joys we see :

Jesus the dead revives agaip! The rising God forsakes the tomb;

(In vain the tomb forbids his rise) Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies. 3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell,

How high your great Deliv'rer reigns.

Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,

And led the inonster death in chains! Say “Live for ever, wondrous 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 214. C. M. 1

PLUNG D in a gulf of dark despair,
Without one cheering beam of hope,

Or spark of glimm'ring day,
2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace

Beheld our helpless grief:
He saw, and (0 amazing love!)

He ran to our relief.
3 Down from the shining seats above

With joyful baste he fled; Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,

And dwelt among the dead.
4 O! for this love let rocks and hills

Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues

The Saviour's praises speak. 5 Angels, assist our mighty joys,

Strike all your harps of gold:
But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

Hymn 215. P. M. '
O GOD of all grace, thy goodness we

praise; Thy Son thou hast given to die in our place! With joy we approve the design of thy love; 'Tis a wonder on earth and a wonder above.

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2 Tongue cannot explain the love of God-man,
Which th' angels desire to look into ir vain:
It dazzles our eyes, thought cannot arise,
To find out a cause why the Infinite dies.
3 Or if pity inclin'd him to die for "mankind,
The ground of his pity what seraph can find !
He came from above our curse to remove:
He hath lov'd, he bath lov'd us, because he

would love. 4 Love mov'd him to die, and on this we rely, He hath lov’d, he hath lov'd us, we cannot tell

why; But this we can tell, he hath lov'd us so well, As to lay down his life to redeem us from helt. 5 He hath ransom'd our race: 0 how shall we

praise, Or worihily sing thy unspeakable grace! Nothing else will we know, in our journey

below, But singing thy praise to thy paradise go. 6 Nay, and when we remove to the mansions

above, Our heaven sball still be to sing of thy love: Wheo time is no more, we still shall adore The ocean of love without bottom or shore. 7. Ere long we shall fly to the regions on high, For Israel's Strength cannot vary or lie; He soon shall appear, he more than draws near ! Our Jesus is come, and eternity's here!

Hymn 216, C. M. 1 A LAS and

did my Savigor bleed ? And die ? Would be devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I ?

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