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1. Fierce raged the tem-pest o'er the deep, Watch did Thine anxious serv-ants keep,
Be Thou our Great Deliverer still,
Thou Lord of life and death;
With Thine Almighty breath.
Give wisdom's heavenly lore,
EDWARD HAYES PLUMPTRE
1. We sing the praise of Him Who died, Of Him Who died up - on
The sinner's hope let men de - ride: For this we count the world but loss. A-men.
Inscribed upon the cross we see
In shining letters, God is love:
He brings us mercy from above.
The cross-it takes our guilt away;
It holds the fainting spirit up;
And sweetens every bitter cup.
It makes the coward spirit brave,
And nerves the feeble arm to fight;
And gilds the bed of death with light.
The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love,
Turn not from His griefs a-way, Learn of Je - sus Christ to
Follow to the judgment-hall;
View the Lord of life arraigned;
O the pangs His soul sustained!
Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, adoring at His feet,
God's own sacrifice complete:
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
Early hasten to the tomb,
Where they laid His breathless clay;
Who hath taken Him away?
Saviour, teach us so to rise! Amen.