117 Olive's Brow. L.M.

(253) Christ in Gethsemane.

'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow

The star is dimmed that lately shone;

'Tis midnight; in the garden, now,

The suffering Savior prays alone.

2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed,

The Savior wrestles lone with fears;

E'en that disciple whom he loved

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.

3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt

The man of sorrows weeps in blood;

Yet he that hath in anguish knelt

Is not forsaken by his God.

4 'Tis midnight; and from ether plains

Is borne the song that angels know;

Unheard by mortals are the strains

That sweetly soothe the Savior's woe.

W.B. Tappan, 1822.

118 Windham. L.M.

(256) "Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?"

From Calvary a cry was heard--

A bitter and heart-rending cry;

My Savior! ev'ry mournful word

Bespoke thy soul's deep agony

2 A horror of great darkness fell

On thee, thou spotless holy One!

And all the eager hosts of hell

Conspired to tempt God's only Son.

3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace,

These thou could'st bear, nor once repine;

But when Jehovah veiled his face,

Unutterable pangs were thine.

4 Let the dumb world its silence break;

Let pealing anthems rend the sky;

Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!

He died that we might never die.

John W. Cunningham, 1820.

119 Zephyr. L.M.

(261) Consecration in View of the Cross.

When I survey the wondrous cross,

On which the Prince of Glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my God;

All the vain things that charm me most,

I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet

Sorrow and love flow mingled down;

Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4 Were all the realms of nature mine,

That were a present far too small;

Love so amazing, so divine.

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

120 Miriam, 7s & 6s. Double.

(300)

O sacred head, now wounded!

With grief and shame weighed down,

Now scornfully surrounded

With thorns, thine only crown;

O sacred head, what glory,

What bliss, till now, was thine!

Yet tho' despised and gory,

I joy to call thee mine.

2 What thou, my Lord! hast suffered

Was all for sinners' gain;

Mine, mine was the transgression,

But thine the deadly pain;

Lo! here I fall, my Savior!

'Tis I deserve thy place;

Look on me with thy favor;

Vouchsafe to me thy grace.

3 The joy can ne'er be spoken,

Above all joys beside,

When in thy body broken,

I thus with safety hide;

My Lord of life! desiring

Thy glory now to see,

Beside thy cross expiring,

I'd breathe my soul to thee.

Paul Gerhardt, 1659.

121 Avon. C.M.

(281) Before the Cross.

Alas! and did my Savior bleed?

And did my Sovereign die?

Would he devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for crimes that I have done

He groaned upon the tree?

Amazing pity! grace unknown!

And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut his glories in,

When Christ, the mighty Maker, died

For man, the creature's sin!

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face

While his dear cross appears;

Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt mine eyes to tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe;

Here, Lord, I give myself away;

'Tis all that I can do.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

CHO.--Jesus died for you,

And Jesus died for me,

Yes, Jesus died for all mankind;

Bless God, salvation's free.

CHO.--Help me, dear Savior, thee to own,

And ever faithful be;

And when thou sittest on thy throne.

O Lord, remember me.

122 Avon. C.M.

Jesus Died for Me.

Great God, when I approach thy throne

And all thy glory see;

This is my stay, and this alone,

That Jesus died for me.

2 How can a soul condemned to die,

Escape the just decree?

Helpless and full of sin am I,

But Jesus died for me.

3 Burdened with sin's oppressive chain,

Oh, how can I get free?

No peace can all my efforts gain,

But Jesus died for me.

4 And, Lord, when I behold thy face,

This must be all my plea;

Save me by thy almighty grace,

For Jesus died for me.

W.B. Bathurst, d. 1877.

123 Cowper. C.M.

(283) Contrition at the Cross.

O Jesus! sweet the tears I shed,

While at thy cross I kneel,

Gaze on thy wounded, fainting head,

And all thy sorrows feel.

2 My heart dissolves to see thee bleed,

This heart so hard before;

I hear thee for the guilty plead,

And grief o'erflows the more.

3 'Twas for the sinful thou didst die,

And I a sinner stand;

What love speaks from thy dying eye,

And from each pierced hand!

4 I know this cleansing blood of thine

Was shed, dear Lord, for me;

For me, for all--oh, grace divine!--

Who look by faith on thee.

Ray Palmer, 1867.

124 Cowper. C.M.

(277) Resting Beneath the Cross.

Oppressed with noon-day's scorching heat,

To yonder cross I flee;

Beneath its shelter take my seat:

No shade like this for me!

2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst,

A fountain sparkling free;

And there I quench my desert thirst:

No spring like this for me!

3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent

Beneath this spreading tree;

Here shall my pilgrim life be spent:

No home like this for me!

4 For burdened ones a resting-place

Beside that cross I see;

Here I cast off my weariness:

No rest like this for me!

H. Bonar, 1857.

125 The Cross. C.M.

(530) The Precious Love.

The cross, the cross, the blood-stained cross!

The hallowed cross I see;

Reminding me of precious blood

That once was shed for me.

CHO.--Oh, the blood, the precious blood,

That Jesus shed for me;

Upon the cross, in crimson flood,

Just now by faith I see.

2 The cross, the cross, that heavy cross,

My Savior bore for me;

It bowed him to the earth with grief

On sad Mount Calvary

3 The wounds, the wounds, those painful wounds;

Oh, they were made for me!

His hands and feet, his holy head,

All pierced and torn I see.

4 The death, the death, the awful death!

That Jesus died for me;

I heard his groans, his prayer, "Forgive,"

His bleeding side I see.

5 The love, the love, the matchless love,

That bled upon the tree!

It melts my heart, it wins my love,

It brings me, Lord, to thee.

J.H. Stockton.

126 Gorton. S.M.

(296) Our Ransom Paid.

Our sins on Christ were laid;

He bore the mighty load;

Our ransom price he fully paid

In groans, and tears, and blood.

2 To save a world he dies;

Sinners, behold the Lamb!

To him lift up your longing eyes;

Seek mercy in his name.

3 Pardon and peace abound;

He will your sins forgive;

Salvation in his name is found,--

He bids the sinner live.

4 Jesus, we look to thee;--

Where else can sinners go?

Thy boundless love shall set us free

From wretchedness and woe.

J. Fawcett, 1760.

127 Gorton. S.M.

(300) For Me He Died.

Are there no wounds for me?

Hast thou received them all?

How can I, Lord, the anguish see,

Beneath which thou didst fall?

2 'Tis over now, I know,--

That suffering life of thine;

Thy precious blood has ceased to flow,

Thou wear'st thy crown divine;

3 But yet, I weeping see

The thorns which pierced thy head;

Thou faint'st beneath thy cross for me,

For me to death thou'rt led!

4 Meekly, with love divine,

Thy holy head is bent,

And streams of blood, for sins of mine,

Flow where thy side is rent.

5 Beneath this sacred flood

I bow my sinful soul;

Dear Savior, let thy precious blood

Wash me and make me whole.

Mrs. Grace Webster Hinsdale, 1868.

128 Owen. S.M.

(298) The Savior's Tears.

Did Christ o'er sinners weep,

And shall our cheeks be dry?

Let floods of penitential grief

Burst forth from every eye.

2 The Son of God in tears--

The wondering angels see!

Be thou astonished, O my soul!

He shed those tears for thee.

3 He wept--that we might weep--

Each sin demands a tear;

In heaven alone no sin is found,

And there's no weeping there.

Benjamin Beddome, 1787.

129 Toplady. 7s, 6.

(515) Rock of Ages.

Rock of ages, cleft for me!

Let me hide myself in thee:

Let the water and the blood,

From thy side a healing flood,

Be of sin the double cure;

Save from wrath and make me pure.

2 Should my tears forever flow,

Should my zeal no languor know,

All for sin could not atone;

Thou must save, and thou alone;

In my hand no price I bring;

Simply to thy cross I cling.

3 While I draw this fleeting breath,

When mine eyelids close in death,

When I rise to worlds unknown,

See thee on thy judgment throne--

Rock of Ages cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee.

Augustus M. Toplady, 1776.

CHO.--Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee,

Let me hide myself in thee.

130 Salvator Mundi. 7s. D.

(513) The Litany.

By thy birth, and by thy tears;

By thy human griefs and fears;

By thy conflict in the hour

Of the subtle tempter's power--

Savior, look with pitying eye;

Savior, help me, or I die.

2 By the tenderness that wept

O'er the grave where Laz'rus slept;

By the bitter tears that flow'd

Over Salem's lost abode--

Savior, look with thy pitying eye;

Savior, help me, or I die.

3 By thy lonely hour of prayer;

By the fearful conflict there;

By thy cross and dying cries;

By thy one great sacrifice,--

Savior, look with pitying eye;

Savior, help me, or I die.

4 By thy triumph o'er the grave;

By thy power the lost to save;

By thy high, majestic throne;

By the empire all thine own,--

Savior, look with pitying eye;

Savior, help me, or I die.

Sir Robert Grant, 1815.

131 Rathbun. 8s &7s.

(979) Glorying in the Cross.

In the cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time;

All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,

Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,

Never shall the cross forsake me;

Lo! it glows with peace and joy.

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming

Light and love upon my way,

From the cross the radiance streaming

Adds more luster to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure

By the cross are sanctified;

Peace is there, that knows no measure,

Joys that through all time abide.

Sir John Bowring, 1825.

132 Rathbun. 8s & 7s.

(980) Looking to the Cross.

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,

Which before the cross I spend,

Life, and health, and peace possessing,

From the sinner's dying Friend!

2 Here I'll sit, forever viewing

Mercy's streams in streams of blood:

Precious drops, my soul bedewing,

Plead, and claim my peace, with God.

3 Truly blessed is this station,

Low before the cross to lie,

While I see divine compassion

Floating in his languid eye.

4 Here it is I find my heaven,

While upon the Lamb I gaze;

Love I much?--I've much forgiven,--

I'm a miracle of grace.

5 Love and grief my heart dividing,

With my tears his feet I'll bathe;

Constant still in faith abiding,--

Life deriving from his death.

James Allen, 1761.

Altered by Walter Shirley, 1176.

133 Rathbun. 8s & 7s.

The Price of Salvation.

When I view my Savior bleeding,

For my sins upon the tree;

Oh, how wondrous!--how exceeding

Great his love appears to me!

2 Floods of deep distress and anguish.

To impede his labors, came;

Yet they all could not extinguish

Love's eternal, burning flame.

3 Now redemption is completed,

Full salvation is procured;

Death and Satan are defeated,

By the sufferings he endured.

4 Now the gracious Mediator,

Risen to the courts of bliss,

Claims for me, a sinful creature,

Pardon, righteousness, and peace!

5 Sure, such infinite affection

Lays the highest claims to mine;

All my powers, without exception,

Should in fervent praises join.

6 Jesus, fit me for thy service;

Form me for thyself alone;

I am thy most costly purchase,--

Take possession of thine own.

R. Lee.

134 What Hast Thou Done for Me? P.M.

Return for Christ's Sufferings.

I gave my life for thee,

My precious blood I shed,

That thou mightst ransomed be,

And quickened from the dead;

I gave, I gave my life for thee,

What hast thou given for me?

2 My Father's house of light,

My glory-circled throne,

I left for earthly night,

For wand'rings sad and lone;

I left, I left it all for thee,

Hast thou left aught for me?

3 I suffered much for thee,

More than thy tongue can tell,

Of bitterest agony,

To rescue thee from hell;

I've borne, I've borne it all for thee,

What hast thou borne for me?

4 And I have brought to thee,

Down from my home above,

Salvation full and free,

My pardon and my love;

I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee,

What hast thou brought to me?

Frances R. Havergal.

135 Come to the Cross. P.M.

Blessing at the Cross.

Come to the cross, where the Savior died,

Look to the Lamb that was crucified;

Turn to the mournful and tragic scene,

Gaze on the suffering Nazarene.

CHO.--Look at the Crucified, look and live!

Look, for eternal life he will give.

Come to the cross, where the Savior died,

Look to the Lamb that was crucified.

2 Fall at the feet of the dying One,

Trust in the name of the Father's Son;

Wash in the fountain of Jesus' blood,

Seek for thy cure in the healing flood.

3 Fly to the arms of his pard'ning love,

Cherish the hope of a crown above;

Taste of the sweetness of sins forgiven,

Lean on the promise of rest in heaven.

Rev. J.H. Martin.

136 Near the Cross. P.M.

Near the Cross.

Jesus, keep me near the cross

There a precious fountain

Free to all--a healing stream,

Flows from Calvary's mountain.

CHO.--In the cross, in the cross,

Be my glory ever,

Till my raptured soul shall find

Rest beyond the river.

2 Near the cross, a trembling soul,

Love and mercy found me;

There the bright and morning star

Shed its beams around me.

3 Near the cross, O Lamb of God,

Bring its scenes before me;

Help me walk from day to day,

With its shadows o'er me.

4 Near the cross I'll watch and wait,

Hoping, trusting ever,

Till I reach the golden strand,

Just beyond the river.

Fanny J. Crosby.

137 Saw Ye My Savior? P.M.

Christ's Crucifixion.

Saw ye my Savior, saw ye my Savior,

Saw ye my Savior and God?

Oh! he died on Calvary,

To atone for you and me,

And to purchase our pardon with blood.

2 He was extended, he was extended,

Painfully nailed to the cross;

Here he bowed his head and died;

Thus my Lord was crucified,

To atone for a world that was lost.

3 Hail, mighty Savior! hail, mighty Savior!

Prince, and the Author of peace!

Oh! he burst the bars of death,

And, triumphant from the earth,

He ascended to mansions of bliss.

4 There interceding, there interceding,

Pleading that sinners may live;

Crying, "Father, I have died;

Oh, behold my hands and side!

Oh, forgive them! I pray thee, forgive!"

5 "I will forgive them, I will forgive them

When they repent and believe;

Let them now return to thee,

And be reconciled to me,

And salvation they all shall receive."

138 Baca. L.M.

(264) Pardon Through the Sufferings of Christ.

Deep in our hearts let us record

The deeper sorrows of our Lord;

Behold the rising billows roll,

To overwhelm his holy soul.

2 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love

Have made the curse a blessing prove;

Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son

Atoned for sins that we have done.

3 The pangs of our expiring Lord

The honors of thy law restored;

His sorrows made thy justice known.

And paid for follies not his own.

4 Oh, for his sake our guilt forgive,

And let the mourning sinner live;

The Lord will hear us in his name,

Nor shall our hope be turned to shame.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

139 Baca. L.M.

(265) Peace and Safety at the Cross.

Beneath thy cross I lay me down,

And mourn to see thy bloody crown;

Love drops in blood from every vein;

Love is the spring of all thy pain.

2 Here, Jesus, will I ever stay,

And spend my longing hours away;

Think on thy bleeding wounds and pain,

And contemplate thy woes again.

3 Oh, unmolested, happy rest!

Where inward fears are all suppressed;

Here I shall love, and live secure,

And patiently my cross endure.

Wm. Williams.

140 Baca. L.M.

(270) Thanks to Jesus for His Love.

O love! who gav'st thy life for me,

And won an everlasting good

Through thy sore anguish on the tree,

I ever think upon thy blood!

2 O Love! who unto death hast grieved

For this cold heart, unworthy thine,

Whom the cold grave and death received,

I thank thee for that grief divine.

3 I give thee thanks that thou didst die

To win eternal life for me,

To bring salvation from on high:

Oh, draw me up through love to thee!