142 5 To Thee, Redeemer, Saviour, King, WA 8s & 7s, D. AKE the song, O Zion's daughter, Unto Him who brings salvation, · In the name of Israel's Lord; 2 As the children of the Hebrews Thou wast hastening to Thy passion Thou art coming in Thy glory 3 Glory, honor, and salvation To the Lamb our Ruler be! 143 7s, 6 lines. MANY woes had Christ endured, Many sore temptations met, Patient, and to pains inur'd; But the sorest trial yet 2 Came at length the dreadful night; 3 Bruised the harmless Lamb of God: There God bore all my guilt; This through grace can be believed; Are too vast to be conceived; 4 All my sins against my God, All my sins against His laws, All my sins against His cause, 5 Here's my claim, and here alone; 144 6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, BLOOD LOOD is the price of heaven; Oh, come to be forgiven; He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds! 2 Under the olive boughs, Falling like ruby beads, The blood drops from His brows; 3 While the fierce scourges fall The precious blood still pleads; He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds! 4 Beneath the thorny crown The crimson fountain speeds; See how it trickles down; He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds! 5 Bearing the fatal wood, His band of saints He leads, 6 On Calvary His shame With blood still intercedes; His open wounds proclaim He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds! 231 Saviour 75. 145 7 He hangs upon the tree, Hangs there for my misdeeds; He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds! 8 O sweet, O precious blood! What love, what love it breeds! E that pass by, behold the Man! YE L. M. The Man of Grief condemned for you, The Lamb of God for sinners slain, Weeping to Calvary pursue. 2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear, 3 Behold His temples crowned with thorn, 4 O Thou dear suffering Son of God, 5 The rocks could feel Thy powerful death, Oh rend with Thine expiring breath 146 147 Psalm 69. EEP in our hearts let us record DEEP The deeper sorrows of our Lord; Behold the rising billows roll, To overwhelm His holy soul ! 2 Yet, gracious God, Thy power and love 3 Oh for His sake our guilt forgive, ΟΙ H come and mourn with me awhile; 2 Have we no tears to shed for Him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride? L. M. L. M. 3 How fast His hands and feet are nailed! 4 Seven times He spake, seven words of love; For mercy on the souls of men : Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. |