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That grand assembly would we join,
Where all thy saints around thee shine.

6 That mount how bright! those forms how fair! 'Tis good to dwell for ever there:

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Come, death, dear envoy of my God,
And bear me to that blest abode.

HIS SUFFERINGS.

LXXIV. L. M.

WHITEFIELD'S COLLEC

Behold the man. John xix. 5.

YE that pass by, behold the man-
The man of grief condemn'd for you-
The lamb of God for sinners slain,

Weeping to Calvary pursue.

2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear,
With nails they fasten to the wood-
Ilis sacred limbs-expos'd and bare,
Or only cover'd with his blood.

3 Sce there! his temples crown'd with thorns
His bleeding hands extended wide,
His streaming feet tranfix'd and torn,
The fountain gushing from his side.
4 Thou dear, thou suffering Son of God,
How doth thy heart to sinners move!
Sprinkle on us thy precious bloed,
And melt us with thy dying love!

5 The earth could to her centre quake,
Convuls'd when her Creator died;
O may our inmost nature shake,
And bow with Jesus crucified!

6 At thy last gasp, the graves display'd
Their horrors to the upper skies;
O that our souls might burst the shade,
And quicken'd by thy word, arise!

7 The rocks could feel thy powerful death,
And tremble and asunder part;
O rend with thy expiring breath,
The harder marble of our heart.

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'TRETCH'D on the cross the Saviour dies,
Hark his expiring groans arise!

See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide!
2 But life attends the deathful sound,
And flows from every bleeding wound;
The vital stream how free it flows,
To save and cleanse his rebel-foes!
3 To suffer in the traitor's place,
To die for man, surprising grace!
Yet pass rebellious angels by--
O why for man, dear Saviour, why?

4 And didst thou bleed, for sinners bleed?
And could the sun behold the deed?
No, he withdrew his sick'ning ray,
And darkness veil'd the morning day.
5 Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love or pain?

6 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart,
To warm this cold this stupid heart;
"Till all its powers and passions move
In melting grief, and ardent love.

See Hymns on Redemption, and the Lord's Supper.

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LXXVI. C. M. S. STENNETT.
The attraction of the Cross. John xii. 32.

YON

ONDER—amazing sight!—I see
Th' incarnate son of God,

Expiring on the fatal tree,

And welt'ring in his blood.

2 Behold a purple torrent run

Down from his hands and head:
The crimson tide puts out the sun;
His groans awake the dead.

3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky,
Proclaim the truth aloud;
And with th' amaz'd centurion cry,
"This is the Son of God."

4 So great, so vast a sacrifice
May well my hope revive:

If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,
The sinner sure may live.

5 O that these cords of love divine,
Might draw me, Lord, to thee!

Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine-
Thine it shall ever be!

LXXVII. C. M. Behold me! BOSTON COLLEC

IYE trembling souls who still decline

To walk in his commands;
Your Jesus chides your ling'ring faith
And says, "behold my hands!

2 "These hands were pierc'd and torn for you To make your bliss, complete;

For you I trod the place of skulls,
And now, behold my feet!

3 "My temples bore the thorny crown
While foes did me deride,

My vital current ran for you,
And now, behold my side!"

4 Amaz'd, we cry, forgive, O Lord,
Forgive our senseless frame;
May such almighty love as this
Make us to love thy name.

LXXVIII. L. M.

TIEBOUT'S COLLEC.

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Christ crucified.

WHEN on the cross my Lord I see,
Bleeding to death for wretched me;

Satan and sin no more can move,
For I am all dissolv'd in love.

2 His torns and nails pierce through my heart, In ev'ry groan I bear a part;

I view his wounds with streaming eyes,
But see! he bows his head and dies.
3 Come sinners, view the Lamb of God,
Wounded and dead, and bath'd in blood!
Behold his side, and venture near,
The well of endless life is here.

4 Here I forget my cares and pains,
I drink, yet still my thirst remains;
Only the fountain head above,
Can satisfy the thirst of love.

5 Oh, that I thus could always feel!
Lord, more and more thy love reveal!
Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim
The grace and glory of thy name.

6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear,
Revives my heart, and charms my ear;
Affords a balm for ev'ry wound,
And Satan trembles at the sound.

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The Harmony of Creation and Redemption.
OD's nature and his name we read,

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When we behold the Saviour bleed;
And, when we hear his dying groan,
His shame and grief explain our own!
2 The lustre of his holy law,

Thus honour'd, fills our minds with awe;
And Calv'ry's scenes at once reveal

More love and wrath than heav'n and hell. 3 How strict that truth that could not spare Thine equal, thine eternal heir! How great the love that freely gave Thy son thine enemies to save! 4 Thy just commands, by him obey'd, In all their beauties stand display'd; Thy righteous vengeance, falling there, Fills earth and heav'n with holy fear.

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HIS RESURRECTION.

LXXX. 148th. Resurrection tune.

DODDRIDGE.

The Resurrection of Christ. Luke xxiv. 34, YES, the Redeemer rose ;

The Saviour left the dead;

And o'er our hellish foes

High rais'd his conq'ring head:
In wild dismay
The guards around

Fall to the ground,

And sink away.

2 Lo! the angelic bands
In full assembly meet,

To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet:

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