2 Sinners, behold, as ye pass by,
The bleeding Prince of Life and Peace;
Come see, ye worms, your
Maker die,

And say, was ever grief like his!
Oh! be to us his blood applied:
JESUS, my Lord, is crucified!

3 Is crucified for me and

you,

To bring his people back to God;
Believe, believe the record true,
His church is purchas'd with his
blood;

Pardon and life flow from his side;
JESUS, my Lord, is crucified!

4 Then let us sit beneath his cross,

And gladly catch the healing stream;
All things for him "account but dross,"
And give up all our hearts to him;
Live unto him for us who died;
JESUS, our Lord, is crucified.

106. Crucifixion. 7s.

And he, bearing his cross, went forth into a place, called the place of a skull, which is called in the Hebrew, Gol gotha; where they crucified him.-JOHN xix. 17, 18. LET me dwell on Golgotha, Weep and love my life away! While I see him on the tree, Weep, and bleed, and die for me!

2 JESU's blood for sinners spilt, Shows my sin in all its guilt:

Ah! my soul, he bore thy load,
Thou hast slain the Lamb of God,

"

3 Hark! his dying word " Forgive,"
Freely JESU's grace receive:
All thy sins on him were laid,
He thy ransom fully paid.

4 While I hear this grace reveal'd,
And obtain a pardon seal'd,
All my soft affections move,
Waken'd by the force of love.

5 Farewell, world, thy gold is dross,
Now I see the bleeding cross;
JESUS died to set me free

From the law, and sin, and thee!

6 He has dearly bought my soul; Lord, accept and claim the whole! To thy will I all resign,

Now, no more my own, but thine.

107. Crucifixion. 8-7.

Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of GOD, and afflicted. ISAIAI liii. 4.

"STRICKEN, smitten and afflicted,
See him dying on the tree!
"Tis the CHRIST by man rejected!
Yes my soul, 'tis he! 'tis he!

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'Tis the long expected prophet,
David's son, yet David's Lord;
Proofs I see sufficient of it:

'Tis a true and faithful word.

2 [Tell me, ye who hear him groaning,
Was there ever grief like his ?
Friends thro' fear his cause disowning,
Foes insulting his distress:

Many hands were rais'd to wound him,
None would interpose to save;
But the awful stroke that found him,
Was the stroke God's justice gave.]

3 Ye who think of sin but lightly,
Nor suppose the evil great;
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the sacrifice appointed!

See who bears the awful load!
"Tis" the Word," the Lord's Anointed,
Son of man, and Son of GOD.

4 Here we have a firm foundation :
Here's the refuge of the lost:
Christ's the rock of our salvation:
His the

name of f which we boast:
for

Lamb of Gop for sinners wounded!
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!

None shall ever be confounded
Who on him their hope have built.

108. Crucifixion. 8—7—7.

He was oppressed, and he was afflicted; yet he opened not his mouth; he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.-ISAIAH liii. 7.

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,

2 JESUS died in love to others;

Greater love hath none than this:
Love of kindred, love of mothers,
Feeble is compared to his.

Who can tell its breadth and length? Who, its depth, its height, its strength? 3 [Come, my soul, behold 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.]

4 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 diff'rent mine from his!

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

Thine the tribute of my praise:
Thine the remnant of my days.

109. Crucifixion. 8-7-7.

O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless, not as I will, but as thou wilt.-MAT. xxvi. 39.

JESUS drains the cup of sorrows:
See, he lies beneath our load:

Gives his life a ransom for us,
And redeems us by his blood:
Was then ever love like this?
Was then ever grief like his?

2 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, have gone astray:"
JESUS takes our sins

away.

.3 JESUS suffers-wond'rous victim!
'Tis the Son of God that dies:
Heav'n and earth, and hell, afflict him,
Justice claims the Sacrifice:

Darkness now exerts its power:
Darkness reigns this fearful hour. ›