Love mov'd him to die; This therefore we cry, Our Jesus has lov'd us, we cannot say why. He ransom'd our race; O how shall we praise, Or worthily sing, his unspeakable grace! When time is no more, We still shall adore That ocean of love without bottom or shore. 59. Christ our Ransom. O God of all grace, Thy mercy we praise, Thy son thou hast given to die in our place! He came from above Our curse to remove, He loving did love us, because he would love. What tho' we withstood, And fled from our God, Yet still there is mercy thro' Jesus's blood: O let us embrace The ransoming grace, Of him who hath suffer'd, and dy'd in our place! When time is no more, We still shall adore The mercy of Christ, without bottom or shore : Our Saviour and Friend It knows no beginning, nor ever shall end. For sinners alone Did Jesus atone, Our debt he hath paid, and our penalty borne: And shall he not have An infinite ransom for ever to save. Yes Lord, we are thine; 0 may we resign Our souls to be fill'd with fulness divine! We yield thee thine own, To serve thee alone; Thy will upon earth, as in heaven, be done. 60. Christ our Sacrifice. 'AWAKE, O sword,' the Father cries. What mingled dignity and grace E Our nature with his own he joins, How great the price Messiah paid, See grace and justice both combine! 61. The Crucifixion. GOD of unexampled grace, Redeemer of mankind, Matter of eternal praise We in thy passion find: Still our choicest strains we bring, Still our joyful theme pursue; Thee the friend of sinners sing, Endless scenes of wonder rise With that mysterious tree, Crucify'd before our eyes 1 Jesus, Lord, what hast thou done! Never love, nor sorrow, was Now his heav'nly birth declare ! Faith cries out, Tis He-'Tis He! My God that suffers there.' 62. The Crucifixion. JESUS drinks the bitter cup,. Lo, the pow'rs of heav'n he shakes: Well may heav'n be cloth'd with black, And solem sackcloth wear, Jesus' agonies partake, The hour of darkness share, Lo, the sun-beams veil their light, Lift your heads with joyful hope, And reigns enthron'd above: Th' immortal King of heav'n. Lord, we bless thee for thy grace Help the angel choirs to sing Our dear triumphant Lamb. 63. The Efficacy of Christ's Blood. Is there a thing that moves and breaks A heart as hard as stone, Or warms a heart as cold as ice, 'Tis Jesu's blood along. |