4 Hence, O my soul, a balsam flows The sufferings of my heavenly King; BEDDOME 478 L.M. Wareham 117. Green's Hundred 89. Meditating on the Cross of CHRIST. 1 COME see on bloody Calvary, A harmless suff'rer cover'd o'er To make the reign of sorrow cease, 6 That tree, that curse-empoison'd tree, 7 The sorrow, shame, and death were Thine, 479 L. M. Old Hund. 100. Angel's Hymn 60, Set him above all Principalities and Powers-Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive Glory and Blessing, Ephes. i. 21; Rev. v. 12. 1 OW far above the starry skies, Now Our JESUS fills his brighter throne, Invisible to mortal eyes, But not to humble faith unknown. 2 [The countless hosts that round him stand, Now in the heavens he ever lives; D. TURNER. 480 L.M. Ailie Street 241. Redemption 243. 1 Now Love on a Cross and a Throne. OW let our faith grow strong, and rise And view our Lord in all his love; Look back to hear his dying cries, Then mount and see his throne above. 2 See where he languish'd on the cross; Beneath our sins he groan'd and died; See where he sits to plead our cause, By his Almighty Father's side. 3 If we behold his bleeding heart, There love in floods of sorrow reigns; He triumphs o'er the killing smart, And seals our pleasure with his pains. 4 Or, if we climb th' eternal hills, Where the dear Conqu'ror sits enthron'd, Still in his heart compassion dwells, Near the memorials of his wound. 5 How shall vile pardon'd rebels show How much they love their dying GOD? LORD! here we'd banish every foe, We hate the sins that cost thy blood. 6 Commerce no more we hold with hell, Our dearest lusts shall all depart; But let thine image ever dwell, Stamp'd as a seal on every heart. DR. WATTS'S LYRICS. 481 L. M. Portugal 97. Rippon's 188. 1 The Triumphs of the Cross. No more, dear Saviour! will I boast Of beauty, wealth, or loud applause: The world hath all its glories lost, Amid the triumphs of thy cross. 2 In every feature of thy face, Beauty her fairest charms displays; Truth wisdom, majesty, and grace, 3 Thy wealth the power of thought transcends, "Tis vast, immense, and all divine: Thy empire, LORD! o'er worlds extends, The sun, the moon, the stars are thine. 4 Yet, (O how marvellous the sight!) I see thee on a cross expire; Thy Godhead veil'd in sable night; And angels from the scene retire. 5 But why from these sad scenes retreat? On him avenging justice hurl'd; 482 C. M. C. M. DR. S. STENNETT. Wantage 204. Burford 198, 1 LORD! at thy table I behold But most of all admire that I 2 I that am all defil'd with sin, I that have crucify'd his Son, 3 What strange surprising grace is this, My Saviour takes me by the hand, 4 Eat, O my friends, the Saviour cries, For you I groan'd, and bled, and died, 5 With trembling faith, and bleeding hearts, LORD! we accept thy love: "Tis a rich banquet we have had, 6 Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven," 7 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear LORD! 483 C.M. Bangor 231. Worksop 31. 1 HERE at thy table, LORD! we meet To feed on food divine : Thy body is the bread we eat, 2 He that prepares the rich repast, 3 The bitter torments he endur'd For us, his welcome guests, procur'd 4 His body, torn with rudest hands And with the blessing he commands, 5 His blood, that from each op'ning vein Hath fill'd this cup with gen'rous wine, |