Pleading this availing token, Guilty souls are set at large. 6 Lord, we fain would trust thee solely, 'Twas for us thy blood was spilt; Suffering Saviour, take us wholly, Take and make us what thou wilt. 72 "He reviled not again." 1 WHAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone What patient love was seen in all 2 For, ever on thy burdened heart 3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, 4 0, give us hearts to love like thee; Like thee, O Lord, to grieve Far more for others' sins, than all The wrongs that we receive. C. M. 5 One with thyself, may every eye, In us, thy brethren, see The gentleness and grace that spring "O Sacred Head, now Wounded." 73 10 SACRED Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, thine only crown; O sacred Head, what glory, 2 What thou, my Lord, hast suffered 3 The joy can ne'er be spoken When in thy body broken My Lord of life, desiring 7s & 6s. Beside thy cross expiring, I'd breathe my soul to thee. 4 What language shall I borrow 5 And when I am departing, By thine own pain and woe. 6 Be near when I am dying, These eyes new faith receiving, For he who dies believing, 74 "He was wounded for our trangressions." C. M. Isa. liii. 1 0 CHRIST, our ever blessed Lord, 2 We upward lift our longing eyes, On thy mysterious sacrifice, agony. 3 We all like erring sheep have strayed 4 O Christ, be thou our present joy, Our only glory may it be, 5 0 may we through thy cross and pain, A blessed resurrection gain, 75 Christ's Dying Love. L. M. 6 lines. 1 0 LOVE divine, what hast thou done! The Lord of life hath died for me; The Father's co-eternal Son Bore all my sins upon the tree: Th' incarnate God for me hath died; The bleeding Prince of life and peace; To bring us, rebels, back to God; His church is purchased with his blood: 76 And gladly catch the healing stream; Calvary. 1 To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now Our weary souls repair; To dwell upon thy dying love, C. M. |