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_The Savior's Tears._ (298)
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 G.o.d 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.
_Rock of Ages._ (515)
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.
_The Litany._ (513)
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.
_Glorying in the Cross._ (979)
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 l.u.s.ter 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.
_Looking to the Cross._ (980)
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 G.o.d.
3 Truly blessed is this station, Low before the cross to lie, While I see divine compa.s.sion 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 s.h.i.+rley, 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.
