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SUFFERINGS OF CHRIST.
2 Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,
And bathed in its own blood;
While all exposed to wrath divine,
The glorious sufferer stood !
3 Was it for crimes that I had done,
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown,
And love beyond degree !
4 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
For man the creature’s sin.
5 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
G 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.
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Christ’s death and victory.
1 | SING my Saviour’s wondrous death ;
* He conquered when he fell I
’Tis finished,’ said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.
2 ’Tis finished,’ our Emmanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done I
Hence shall his sovereign throne arise;
His kingdom is begun.
d His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown;
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