Would jesus have the sinner die? Why hangs he then on yonder tree? What means that strange expiring cry? Sinners, he prays for you and me; Forgive them, Father, O forgive! They know not that by Me they

So, Love itself in human form, For love of me He came; I cannot look upon His face For shame, for bitter shame. If there is aught of worth in me, It comes from Thee alone; Then keep me safe, for so. O

Helpless howe'er my spirit lies, And long hath languished at the pool, A word of Thine shall make me rise, And speak me in a moment whole. Sinners of old Thou didst receive With comfortable words and kind,

Sinners of old Thou didst receive With comfortable words and kind, Their sorrows cheer, their wants relieve, Heal the diseased, and cure the blind. And art Thou not the Saviour still, In every place and

Sometimes they strew His way, And His sweet praises sing; Resounding all the day, Hosannas to their King. Then : Crucify! Is all their breath, And for His death They thirst and cry. Why, what hath my Lord

Yes, faith can pierce the cloud Which shrouds His glory now, And hail Him God and Lord, To whom all creatures bow. Faith sees the sapphire throne, Where angels evermore Adoring tremble still, And trembling

With mercy's mildest grace, He governs all our race In wisdom, righteousness, and love : Who to Messiah fly Shall find redemption nigh, And all His great salvation prove. But soon the Victor rose Triumphant

CRADLED In a manger, meanly Laid the Son of Man His head; Sleeping His first earthly slumber Where the oxen had been fed. Happy were those shepherds listening To the holy angel's word; Happy they within

CHRISTIANS, awake, salute the happy morn, Where on the Saviour of the world was born; Rise to adore the mystery of love, Which hosts of angels chanted from above; With thorn the Joyful tidings first begun

But soon the Victor rose Triumphant o'er His foes, And led the vanquished host in chains : He threw their empire down, His foes compelled to own O'er all the great Messiah reigns. With mercy's mildest

Tis He who saveth me, And freely pardon gives; I love because He loveth me, I live because He lives. Sweet Is the memory of Thy grace, My God, my heavenly King : Let age to age Thy righteousness In sounds

Jesus, may all confess Thy name, Thy wondrous love adore; And, seeking Thee,themselves Inflame To seek Thee more and more. Thee may our tongues for ever bless, Thee may we love alone, And ever In our lives

THOU hidden Source of calm repose, Thou all-sufficient Love divine, My help and refuge from my foes, Secure I am, If Thou art mine: And lol from sin, and grief, and shame I hide me, Jesus, in Thy name.

March on, nor fear to win the day, Though death and hell obstruct the way. Should all the hosts of death, And powers of hell unknown, Put their most dreadful forms Of rage and malice on,I shall be safe;

PRAISE ye the Lord! Tis good to raise Your hearts and voices In His praise : His nature and His works Invite To make this duty our delight. He formed the stars, those heavenly flames, He counts their numbers,

The world He suffered to redeem; For all He hath the atonement made; For those that will not come to Him The ransom of His life was paid. Arise, O God, maintain Thy cause ! The fullness of the Gentiles

The cleaving sins that brought them low Are still our souls oppressing; The tears that from their eyes did flow Fall fast, our shame confessing; As with Thee, Lord, prevailed their cry, So our strong prayer