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Hymn 63. L. M.
It is finished, John xxix. 30. 1. 'IS finish'd-so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bow'd his head and died: 'Tis finish'd-yes, the ruce is run,
The battle fought, the victory won.
And all the ancient prophets said,
Must stain his robes with purple gore :
And Jewish rites no more remain. 4. 'Tis finish’d—this thy dying groan,
Shall sins of every kind atone :
Return and dwell with sinful men. 6. 'Tis finish'd let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round: 'Tis finish'd
let the echo fly Thro' heaven and hell, thro' earth and sky.
Hymn 64. 1. M. Redemption by Christ alone. 1. Peter 1, 18. 19.
NSLAV’D by sin, and bound in chains,
And doom'd to everlasting pains,
We wretched guilty captives lay. 2. Nor gold nor gems could buy our peace;
Nor the whole world's collected store
Suffice to purchase our release ;
A thousand worlds were all to poor. 3. Jesus the Lord, the mighty God!
An all-sufficient ransom paid: Invalu'd price! his precious blood
For vile rebellious traitors shed. 4. Jesus the sacrifice became,
To rescue guilty souls from hell; The spotless, bleeding, dying Lamb,
Beneath avenging justice fell. 3. Amazing goodness! love divine !
O may our grateful hearts adore The matchless grace-nor yield to sin,
Nor wear its cruel fetters more!
Hymn 65. C. M.
Would sound aloud thy saving love,
And sing thy bleeding heart. 2. Bless'd be the Lamb, my dearest Lord,
Who bought me with his blood, And quench'd his Father's flaming Sword
In his own vital flood. 3. The Lamb that freed my captive soul
From Satan's heavy chains, And sent the Lion down to howl
Where hell and horror reigns. 4. All glory to the dying Lamb,
And never-ceasing praise,
Or saints to feel his grace.
Hymn 66. 1. HRIST, thy holy wounds and passion
Bloody sweat, cross, death and tomb, Be my daily meditation
Here, as long I live from home : When thou seest a sinful thought Rise within, to make me nought ;
Shew me that my own pollution
Hanker after lustful sin,
Quench that spreading hell within.
Chase from hence that grand destroyer. 3. Will the world with her temptation
Draw me to her cursed road,
Not produce a deep compassion
To a thorough resignation ? 4. Lord, in any sore oppression,
Let thy wounds be my relief, When I seek thine intercession,
Add new strength to my belief.
This imprinted demonstration
my salvation. 5. All my hope and consolation
Christ is in thy bitter death.
In the hour of expiration,
Lord, receive my dying breath.
By thy glorious resurrection,
Raise me to thy blest perfection. 6. Christ, thy holy wounds and passion,
Bloody sweat, cross, death, and tomb, Be my daily meditation, Whilst I'm living from my
That thy deep humiliation
Kill'd on the tree of sorrow!
Paid what thou didst not borrow. Thou borist our sin and malice, Took'st up the wrathful chalice. Have mercy upon us, O Jesu ! Jesu ! 2. O Lamb of God, our Saviour, &c. Have mercy upon us, &c. 3. O Lamb of God, our Saviour, &c. O Grant us thy peace, O Jesu ! O Jesu!
God the Father's darling Son
2. O greatest dread!
God-Man is dead.
Endless life acquired. 3. O make a pause,
And search the cause
Sinner! thine apostacy, Could advance no further. 4. The Lamb of God
Hath shed his blood
Thus to rescue sinful men
5. O glorious Head;
Wast thou e'er made
At whose sight the guilty world
Thou source of grace, And author of all beauty !
Who can see thee, and not melt
Who weigheth this
That the Lord of life and light
My hope and rest,
That thy blood, cross, death and tomb Prove my diyng savour,