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HYMN 14. Fourth Part. C.M.
Jesus came to save Sinners. (cont.)
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He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And with his righteousness and grace
T' enrich the humble poor.
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His gospel trumpets publish loud
The jub'lee of the Lord;
His people are redeemed now,
Their heritage restor'd.
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Our glad Hosannas, Prince of peace.
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heav'n's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.
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HYMN 14. Fifth Part. C.M.
God reconciled in Christ.
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DEAREST of all the names above,
My Jesus, and my God,
Who can resist thy heav'nly love,
Or trifle with thy blood?
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'Tis by the merits of thy death
The Father smiles again;
'Tis by thy interceding breath,
The Spirit dwells with men.
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Till God in human flesh I see,
My thoughts no comfort find;
The holy, just, and sacred Three
Are terrors to my mind.
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But if Immanuel's face appear,
My hope, my joy begins;
His name forbids my slavish fear,
His grace removes my sins.
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While Jews on their own law rely,
And Greeks of wisdom boast;
I love th' Incarnate Mystery,
And there I fix my trust.
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HYMN 15. First Part. L.M.
He suffered.
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O LORD, when faith with fixed eyes
Beholds thy wondrous sacrifice,
Love rises to an ardent flame,
And we all other hope disclaim.
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With cold affections who can see
The thorns, the scourge, the nails, the tree,
The flowing tears, and crimson sweat,
The bleeding hands, and head, and feet!
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Jesus, what millions of our race
Have been the triumphs of thy grace!
And millions more to thee shall fly,
And on thy sacrifice rely.
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The sorrow, shame and death were thine,
And all the stores of wrath divine!
Ours are the pardon, life and bliss:
What love can be compar'd to this!
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HYMN 15. Second Part. L.M.
He was crucified.
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STRETCH'D on the cross the Saviour dies,
Hark! his expiring groans arise!
See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide!
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Believers now, behold the man!
The man of grief condemn'd for you,
The Lamb of God for sinners slain,
Weeping to Calvary pursue.
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His sacred limbs they pierce, they tear,
With nails they fasten to the wood —
His sacred limbs! expos'd and bare,
Or only cover'd with his blood.
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See there! his temples crown 'd with thorns,
His bleeding hands extended wide,
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