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TH' astonish'd Seraph bow'd his head,
And left the realms on high. 5 Made strong in strength renew'd from heav'a,
Jesus receives the cup as given ;
The Lamb of God who beareth away fin. | W ,
Did from their maker stray, Pursuing cach the fatal road
That to deltruction lay. 2 With pity most divine,
From his bright throne above;
Borre on the wings of love. 3 Involv'd in guilt he found
The whole apoftate race;
Still more abounds his grace.
To death and hell a prey ;
his life away:
[WATTS.) Salvation, in Jesus, on the Cross. म
ERE at thy cross, my dying God,
I lay my soul beneath thy love,
Beneath the droppings of thy blood,
Jesus, nor shall it e'er remove.
With rage and lightning in their eyes,
Should hell with all its legions rise. 3 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence,
Moveless and firm this heart should lie;
If I must perish there to die.
Am I not safe beneath thy shade ?
Nor Satan dare my soul invade.
And all my toes shall loose their aim ;
The Death of the Lord of Glory.
Hark his expiring groans arise !
Runs down the sacred crimson tide! 2 But life attends the deathiul sound,
And flows from ev'ry bieeding wound;
To save and cleanse his rebel foes ! 3
To suffer in the traitor's place,
Yet pass rebellious angels by ;
O, why for man, dear Saviour, why!
And could the son behold the deed ?
And darkness veil'd the mourning day. 5 Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
Insensible to love or pain?
To warm this cold, this itupid heart ; Till all its pow'rs and passions move In melting grief, and ardent love, HYMN LXXXIX.
[s. STENNET.) The Triumphs of the Dying Saviour. No more, dear Saviour, will I boast
Of beauty, wealth, or loud applaufe : The world hath all its glories lost,
Amid the triumphs of thy cross, 2 In ev'ry feature of thy face,
Beauty her fairest charms displays ;
Shine thence in sweetly mingled rays. 3 Thy wealth, the pow'r of thought transcends,
'l'is valt, immense, and all divine :
The sun, the moon, the stars are thine. 4. Yet, (O how marvellous the fight !)
I see thee on a cross expire ;
Thy Godhead veil'd in sable night,
And angels from the scene retire.
Why with your wings your faces hide ?
As when he bow?d his head and di’d. 6 These triumphs of stupendous grace
Surprise, rejoice, and melt my heart; Lord, at thy cross, I stand and gaze, Nor would I ever thence depart ! HYMN XC. L.M. [WHITEFIELD'S COLL.]
The Son of Man lifted up. | !
E dies ! the friend of finners dies !
Lo Salem's daughters weep around! A folemn darkness veils the skies ! A sudden trembling shakes the ground ! Come, faints, and drop a tear or two, For him who groand beneath your load! He shed a thousand drops for you!
A thousand drops of richest blood !
The Lord of glory dies for men !
And shout him welcome to the skies! 3 Break off your tears, ye Saints and tell
How high our great deliv’rer reigns!
And led the monster death in chains &
HYMN XCI. L. M. [RICHARDS.]
The sword bathed in Heaven.
It woke, obey'd the high command ; And bath'd in blood on Jesus' head,
Smote down the Man of God's right hand. 2 Why leap'd the blade from mercy's sheath?
Why wrapt for slaughter gleam'd the sword, That kills, and makes alive from death?
What rouz'd the vengeance of the Lord ? 3 Stern justice drew the weapon forth : Soft
mercy aim'd the mortal blow : Then judgment past on all the earth :
Now, truth a feal'd release can show. 4 All hail! great plan of plans divine !
First counsels of the mighty God !
Was gravid on archives, writ in blood,
Suns turn to night, and moons wax pale ;
The blood of Christ can never fail. 6 What he began, ere time begun,
Eternity shall but complete ;