In death his drooping head declines, O come, my soul, and gaze On that great grief, that crown of thorn; There look and mourn. For thee he shed his blood, Weep, till with woe thine eyes grow dim; To that accursed wood Thou hast nailed him. To thee, the mighty Lord, Its thanks would pay. ALL ye that pass by, Α To Jesus draw nigh; is it nothing your Saviour should die? Your ransom and peace, Your surety he is; Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his. For what you have done, His blood must atone; The Father hath given for you his dear Son; The Lord, in the day Of his anger, did lay Your sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away. He answered for all; And low at his feet in astonishment fall: The He pray'd on the tree; prayer is accepted, the sinner is free. O lift up your eyes, 'Tis finished! he cries; Impassive, he suffers; immortal, he dies. My pardon I claim; A sinner I am, A sinner believing in Jesus' great name. 36 JES ESUS! I come to thee, Can mercy reach my case, And all my sins remove ? Break, O my God! this heart of stone, And melt it by thy love. Too long my soul has gone Far from my God astray; I've sported on the brink of hell, In sin's delusive way. But, Lord! my heart is fix'd, I hope in thee alone; Break off the chains of sin and death, And bind me to thy throne. 37 Thy blood can cleanse my heart, I LAY my sins on Jesus, I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains, I lay my wants on Jesus; Immanuel, Christ, the Lord; 38 39 I long to be like Jesus, No condemnation! O my soul, 'Tis God that speaks the word; In heaven his blood for ever speaks, His Church, the jewels, on his heart, No condemnation! precious word! Thy sins were all on Jesus laid, His stripes have made thee whole. Teach us, O God, to fix our eyes ! COMFORT to the dreary; 40 O come in all your weakness, Ye sons of guilt and woe; To Christ's light yoke preferr'd; Ye who the world have courted, 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. |