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SUFFERINGS OF CHRIST.-
3 ’Tis done—the precious ransom’s paid
' Receive my soul,’ he cries;
See how he bows his sacred head,
He bows his head and dies.
4 But soon he’ll break death's iron chain
And in full glory shine;
O L,amb of God, was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine?
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Remembrance of Christ.
1 I IIGH on a throne my Lord doth sit,
* a Though once he suffered here below,
In groans, and tears, and blood, and sweaty
Such pains as mortals never know.
2 And shall I now forgetful be
Of his sharp sorrows while he hung
Extended on th’ accursed tree,
Tortured by spear, and whipsand thorns.
3 No, rather let me ever mourn,
And weep o’er my expiring God ;
For ’twas my sins, and not his own,
That drained his last remaining blood-
4 Lord, how shall I a tribute bring,
For such immeasurable grace ?
For thou wast once for me made sin,
That I mignt be thy righteousness
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Desiring to live before the cross.
1 [IP, haste to Calvary;
vJ My soul a journey take,
To view the Lord ’twixt earth and skj
Without the city gate.
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