5 Jesu, may those precious fountains Drink to thirsting souls afford : Let them be our present healing, And at length our great reward; So a ransomed world shall ever Praise Thee, its redeeming Lord.
TE sing the praise of Him Who died, Of Him Who died upon the cross: The sinner's hope let men deride: For this we count the world but loss.
2 Inscribed upon the cross we see In shining letters, God is love: He bears our sins upon the tree : He brings us mercy from above.
3 The cross-it takes our guilt away; It holds the fainting spirit up; It cheers with hope the gloomy day, And sweetens every bitter cup.
4 It makes the coward spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for fight; It takes its terror from the grave, And gilds the bed of death with light.
5 The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner's refuge here below, The angels' theme in heaven above.
HEN 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 God: All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a tribute far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
SACRED Head surrounded By crown of piercing thorn! O bleeding Head, so wounded, Reviled and put to scorn! Death's pallid hue comes o'er Thee, The glow of life decays, Yet angel-hosts adore Thee, And tremble as they gaze.
2 I see Thy strength and vigor, All fading in the strife, And death with cruel rigor, Bereaving Thee of life; O agony and dying!
O love to sinners free! Jesu, all grace supplying,
Oh, turn Thy face on me.
3 In this, Thy bitter Passion, Good Shepherd, think of me With Thy most sweet compassion, Unworthy though I be:
Beneath Thy cross abiding Forever would I rest, In Thy dear love confiding, And with Thy presence blest.
4 Be near when I am dying; Oh, show Thy cross to me: And to my succor flying,
Come, Lord, and set me free. These eyes, new faith receiving, From Jesus shall not move; For he, who dies believing, Dies safely through Thy love.
T the cross her station keeping
Stood the mournful mother weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; For her soul of joy bereaved, Bowed with anguish deeply grieved, Felt the sharp and piercing sword.
2 Oh, how sad and sore distressèd Now was she, that mother blessed Of the sole-begotten One; Deep the woe of her affliction, When she saw the crucifixion Of her ever-glorious Son.
3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing, Pierced by anguish so amazing,
Born of woman, would not weep ? Who, on Christ's dear mother thinking, Such a cup of sorrow drinking,
Would not share her sorrows deep?
4 For His people's sins chastised, She beheld her Son despised,
Scourged, and crowned with thorns en- twined;
Saw Him then from judgment taken, And in death by all forsaken,
Till His spirit He resigned.
5 Jesu, may her deep devotion Stir in me the same emotion,
Fount of love, Redeemer kind; That my heart fresh ardor gaining, And a purer love attaining,
May with Thee acceptance find.
WEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend ; Life and health and peace possessing Through the sinner's dying friend. 2 Here I kneel in wonder, viewing Mercy poured in streams of blood; Precious drops, for pardon suing, Make and plead my peace with God.
3 Truly blessed is the station,
Low before His cross to lie, While I see divine compassion Pleading in His dying eye.
4 Here I find my hope of heaven, While upon the Lamb I gaze; Loving much, and much forgiven, Let my heart o'erflow with praise. 5 Lord, in loving contemplation
Fix my heart and eyes on Thee, Till I taste Thy full salvation, And thine unveiled glories see.
6 For Thy sorrows I adore Thee,
For the griefs that wrought our peace ; Gracious Saviour, I implore Thee, In my heart Thy love increase.
H come and mourn with me awhile, And tarry here the cross beside e;
Oh come, together let us mourn;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
2 Have we no tears to shed for Him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride? Ah! look how patiently He hangs; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
3 Seven times He spake, seven words of love; And all three hours His silence cried For mercy on the souls of men ;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
4 O love of God! O sin of man!
In this dread act your strength is tried; And victory remains with love;
For Thou, our Lord, art crucified !
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