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SUFFERINGS uF CHRIST
2 This was compassion like a God,
That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne’er withdrew.
3 Now though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great;
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor let his saints forget.
4 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record,
And with our joy for pardoned guilt
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.
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Divine love makes the, sweetest feast.
1 LI OW sweet and awful is the place,
A A With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores.
2 Here every bowel of our God
With soft compassion rolls;
Here peace and pardon, bought with blood
Is food for dying souls.
3 ‘ Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there’s room,
When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come ?’
4 ’Twas the same love that spread the feast.
That sweetly forced us in,
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.
5 Pity our neighbors, O our God,
Constrain our friends to come;
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