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SUFFERINGS OF CHRIST.
L P. M.
Christ’a dignity in death.
EE the Eord of glory dying !
S See him gasping, hear him crying I
See his burthened bosom heave !
Eook, ye sinners, ye who hung him
Eook, how deep your sins have stung him
Dying sinners, look and live !
See the rocks and mountains shaking,
Earth unto her centre quaking!
Nature’s groans awake the dead I
Lo! the sun is struck with wonder,
While the peals of legal thunder
Smite the blest Redeemer’s head.
Heaven’s bright melodious legions,
Chanting to the tuneful regions,
Cease to thrill the quivering string ;
Songs seraphic all suspended,
Till the mighty war is ended
By the all-victorious King.
Hell, and all the powers infernal,
Vanquished by the King Eternal,
When he poured the vital flood,
By his groans which shook creation,
Lo, we sound the proclamation :
Peace and pardon through his blood.
Shout, ye saints, with admiration,
Fill with songs the wide creation,
Since he’s risen from the grave.
Shout, with joyful acclamation,
To the Rock of your salvation,
Who alone has power to save.