The Spirit is sent down to breathe 6 Raised from the dead, we live anew; We shall appear in glory too, 103 1 GOD The Lamb of God. OD of my salvation, hear, But to thee for refuge flee; Yet I know thy love is free; At thy cross will I abide, And give thee there my heart; When my place above I claim, I will make the cross my plea; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Watts. 7.6. Thy blood was shed for me. C. Wesley. (alt'd.) 104 Crucifixion to the World. Gal. vi. 14. 1 W 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 death 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! L. M. 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 present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. 105 Christ our Sacrifice. 1 NOT all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, 3 A sacrifice of nobler name 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there. 5 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 106 The Robe of Righteousness. Isa. Ixi. 10. 1 AWAKE, my heart, arise, my tongue, In God, the life of all my joys, 2 'Tis he adorned my naked soul, Watts. S. M. Watts. C. M. 4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds 5 The Spirit wrought my faith and love 6 Strangely, my soul, art thou arrayed In sweetest harmony of praise 107 1 W Redemption by Christ. HEN the first parents of our race And the infection of their sin 2 Infinite pity touched the heart Descending from the heavenly court, 3 Aside the Prince of glory threw And wrapped his Godhead in a vail 4 His living power and dying love And raised the ruins of our race 5 To thee, dear Lord, our flesh and soul 6 Thine honor shall forever be For ever shall our thankful tongues 108 1 Glorying in the Cross. HOU art my hiding-place, O Lord, Watts. C. M. Watts. C. M. Encouraged by thy holy word- And 'tis enough-the Saviour died, 2 When storms of fierce temptation beat, From strife of tongues and bitter words, 3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne, When mortal strength is vain, But this the witness in my breast 4 And when thy awful voice commands And life, in its last lingering sands, Then, though it be in accents weak, And ask for strength in death to speak- 109 Christ's voluntary Sacrifice. 1 HOW condescending and how kind Was God's eternal Son! Our misery reached his heavenly mind, 2 When justice, by our sins provoked, 3 He sunk beneath our heavy woes, Raffles. C.M. There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows 4 This was compassion like a God- 5 Now, though he reigns exalted high, 6 Here let our hearts begin to melt, 110 Praise to the Redeemer, 1 PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair, Without one cheerful beam of hope, 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace He saw-and oh, amazing love! 3 Down from the shining seats above, 4 He spoiled the powers of darkness thus, Jesus hath freed our captive souls 5 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills 6 Angels, assist our mighty joys; But when you raise your highest notes, Watts. C. M. Watts. |