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(c. M.) 1 HOW oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wander'd from the Lord ! How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word? 2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, “Return;"
Dear Lord, and may I come ? My vile ingratitude I mourn;
0, take the wand'rer home. 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove? And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak thy wondrous love? 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power,
How glorious, how divine! That can to life and bliss restore
So vile a heart as mine.
Dear Saviour, I adore;
HYMN 60. (L. M.) 10 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, Bind
affections to the cross; Hallow each thought, let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.. 3 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way;
No harm, while thou, my God, art near. 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of wo,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 5 Saviour! where'er thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untir'd, I follow thee:
O let thy hand support me still,
See Hymns on Repentance.
PASSION WEEK, AND GOOD FRIDAY.
HYMN 61. (III. 4.)
Isaiah lxiii. 1-4. 1 WHO
HO is this that comes from Edom,
All his raiment stain'd with blood, To the captive speaking freedom,
Bringing and bestowing good; Glorious in the garb he wears,
Glorious in the spoil he bears? 2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
Trav’lling onward in his might; 'Tis the Saviour, O how glorious
To his people is the sight! Satan conquer'd, and the grave,
Jesus now is strong to save. 3 Why that blood his raiment staining?
'Tis the blood of many slain; Of his foes there's none remaining,
None, the contest to maintain: Fall’n they are, no more to rise,
All their glory prostrate lies. 4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever,
Wear the crown so dearly won!
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,
contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the cross of Christ, my God: All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to thy blood.
3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
(C. M.) 1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
Nail'd to the shameful tree;
To bleed and die for me! 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend !
The solid marbles rend.
6 Receive my soul!” he cries;
He bows his head and dies! 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain,
And in full glory shine;
HYMN 64. (c. M.) 1 My Saviour hanging on the tree,
In agonies and blood,
As near his cross I stood.
Can I forget that look;
Though not a word he spoke.
And plung'd me in despair;
And help'd to nail him there. 4 Alas! I knew not what I did;
But now my tears are vain;
For I the Lord have slain.
5 A second look he
“I die, that thou may'st live.
In all its blackest hue,
Which heaven and earth amaze?
Why hides the sun his rays?
And nature sympathize!
Their Maker, Jesus, dies!
His all-atoning blood!
My Saviour and my God! !
For me this death is borne;
And pointed ev'ry thorn.
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain;
HYMN 66. (L. M.)
St. John xix. 30.
IS finish'd-so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bow'd his head and died; 'Tis finish'd-yes, the work is done,
The battle fought, the vict'ry won.
And all the ancient prophets said,
In me, the Saviour of mankind.
The sacred veil is rent in twain,
And Jewish rites no more remain.
Shall sins of every kind atone:
By this, my last expiring breath.
And all the powers of darkness spoil'd:
Return and dwell with sinful men. 6 'Tis finish’d-let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round; 'Tis finish'd let the echo fly Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky
HYMN 67. (L. M.)
For the Jews. 1 HIGH on the bending willows hung,
Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string ? Still mute remains the sullen tongue,
And Zion's song denies to sing?
Let harp and voice unite their strains:
Behold, thy own Messiah reigns.
And, weeping, think on Jordan's flood;
elime behold a home;
No strangers mock thy captive chain;
And brethren ask the holy strain.
Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string ?
HYMN 68. (c. m.) 1 Cor. v. 8. Rom. vi. 9, 10, 11. SINCE Christ our Passover is slain,
A sacrifice for all,