HYMN 59. (C. M.) 1 HOW oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wander'd from the Lord! 2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, "Return;" O, take the wand' rer home. 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, That can to life and bliss restore 5 Thy pard' ning love, so free, so sweet, 1 O keep me at thy sacred feet, THOU, to whose all searching sight The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart; it looks to thee, O burst its bonds, and set it free! 2 Wash out its stains, remove its dross, No harm, while thou, my God, art near. And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 5 Saviour! where'er thy steps I see, Dauntless, untir'd, I follow thee:" 1 O let thy hand support me still, See Hymns on Repentance. PASSION WEEK, AND GOOD FRIDAY. WHO HYMN 61. Isaiah Ixiii. 1-4. (III. 4.) HO is this that comes from Edom, To the captive speaking freedom, 3 Why that blood his raiment staining? Cease to sing what thou hast done! HYMN 62. (L. M.) 1 WHEN I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the cross of Christ, my All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to thy blood. God: 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, HYMN 63. (C. M.) 1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind Nail'd to the shameful tree; How vast the love that him inclin'd To bleed and die for me! 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, 3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid, See where he bows his sacred head! 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine; O Lamb of God! was ever pain, HYMN 64. 1 MY Saviour hanging on the tree, In agonies and blood, (C. M.) Methought once turn'd his eyes on me, 2 Sure, never till my latest breath It seem'd to charge me with his death, 3 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt, I saw my sins his blood had spilt, 4 Alas! I knew not what I did; Where shall my trembling soul be hid ? 5 A second look he gave, which said, "This blood is for thy ransom paid, 6 Thus, while his death my sin displays (Such is the mystery of grace,) It seals my pardon too. 1 FROM whence these direful omens round, Which heaven and earth amaze? Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground? Why hides the sun his rays? 2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake, The sun as darkest night be black! 3 Benold, fast streaming from the tree, Is this the Infinite? 'tis he, My Saviour and my God! 4 For me these pangs his soul assail, My sins gave sharpness to the nail, 5 Let sin no more my soul enslave, 1 O save me, whom thou cam❜st to save, HYMN 66. St. John xix. 30. (L. M.) IS finish'd-so the Saviour cried, 'TIS And meekly bow'd his head and died; 2 'Tis finish'd-all that heaven decreed, 3 'Tis finish'd-Aaron now no more The sacred veil is rent in twain, Millions shall be redeem'd from death, Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky 1 HIGH on the bending willows hung, 4 No taunting foes the song require; EASTER. HYMN 68. (C. M.) 1 Cor. v. 8. Rom. vi. 9, 10, 11. 1 SINCE Christ our Passover is slain, A sacrifice for all, |