9 For vainly doth our human wisdom

ponder

Thy woes, Thy mercy still transcends
our wonder.

O how should I do aught that could
delight Thee!

Can I requite Thee?

10 Yet unrequited, Lord, I would not leave Thee;

I will renounce whate'er doth vex or

grieve Thee,

And quench with thoughts of Thee and prayers most lowly

All fires unholy.

11 But since my own strength never will suffice me

To crucify desires that still entice me,
To all good deeds, O let Thy Spirit

win me,

And reign within me!

12 I'll think upon Thy mercy without ceasing,

That earth's vain joys to me no more be pleasing;

To do Thy will shall be my sole

endeavor

Henceforth forever.

13 Whate'er of earthly good this life may grant me

I'll risk for Thee; no shame, no cross shall daunt me;

I shall not fear what man can do to

harm me,

Nor death alarm me.

14 But, worthless is my sacrifice, I own it; Yet, Lord, for love's sake Thou wilt not disown it;

Thou wilt accept my gift in Thy great meekness,

Nor shame my weakness.

15 And when, dear Lord, before Thy
throne in heaven,

To me the crown of joy at last is given,
Where sweetest hymns Thy saints

forever raise Thee,

I too shall praise Thee.

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Ye that feel the tempter's power; Your Redeemer's conflict see,

Watch with Him one bitter hour; Turn not from His griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.

2 Follow to the judgment-hall,

View the Lord of life arraigned; Oh, the wormwood and the gall!

Oh, the pangs His soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame or loss, Learn of Him to bear the cross.

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb,
There, adoring at His feet,
Mark that miracle of time,

God's own sacrifice complete; "It is finished," hear the cry, Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

4 Early hasten to the tomb

Where they laid His breathless clay;

All is solitude and gloom,

Who hath taken Him away?

Christ is risen! He meets our eyes. Savior, teach us so to rise.

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THERE is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood.
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;

And there have I, as vile as he,
Washed all my sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved to sin no more.

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be, till I die.

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing Thy power to save,

When this poor lisping, stammering

tongue

Lies silent in the grave.

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O BLEEDING Head, and wounded,
And full of pain and scorn,

In mockery surrounded

With cruel crown of thorn!

O Head! once crowned with glory

And heavenly majesty,
But now despised and gory;
Yet here I welcome Thee!

2 Men spit upon and jeer Thee,
Thou noble countenance,

Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee,
And flee before Thy glance!
How art Thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does Thy visage languish
Which once was bright as morn!

3 Now from Thy cheeks has vanished
Their color once so fair;
From Thy red lips is banished
The splendor that was there.
Pale Death with cruel rigor
Bereaveth Thee of life;
Thus losest Thou Thy vigor
And strength in this sad strife.

4 My burden, in Thy passion,

Lord, Thou hast borne for me,
For it was my transgression
Which brought this woe on Thee.
I cast me down before Thee,
Wrath were my rightful lot,
Have mercy, I implore Thee,
Redeemer, spurn me not!

5 My Shepherd, now receive me!
My Guardian, own me Thine!
Great blessings Thou didst give me,
O Source of gifts divine!

Thy lips have often fed me

With milk and sweetest food;

Thy Spirit oft has led me

To stores of heavenly good.

6 Here I will stand beside Thee,
From Thee I will not part;
O Savior, do not chide me!
When breaks Thy loving heart,
When soul and body languish
In death's last fatal grasp,
Then, in Thy deepest anguish,
Thee in mine arms I'll clasp.

7 Naught ever so much blesses,
So much rejoices me,
As when in Thy distresses
I take a part with Thee.
Ah, well for me, if lying

Here at Thy feet, my life,
I too with Thee were dying,

And thus might end my strife!

8 Thanks from my heart I offer
Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend,
For all that Thou didst suffer;
My good didst Thou intend.
Ah! grant that I may ever

To Thy truth faithful be;
When soul and body sever,
May I be found in Thee!

9 When hence I must betake me,
Lord, do not Thou depart!
O nevermore forsake me,

When death is at my heart!
When soul and body languish,
O leave me not alone,
But take away mine anguish,
By virtue of Thine own!

10 Be Thou my Consolation

And Shield when I must die;
Remind me of Thy passion,