Page 60 - bethel-primitive-baptist-hymns

SUFFERINGS OF CHRIST.
2 His thorns and nails pierce through my heart
In every groan I bear a part:
I view his wounds with streaming eyes,
But see, he bows his head and dies.
3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God,
Wounded, and dead, and bathed in blood;
Behold his side, and venture near,
The well of endless life is here.
4 Here I forget my cares and pains,
I drink, yet still my thirst remains;
Only the Fountain Head above
Can satisfy the thirst of love.
5 O that I could thus always feel!
Lord, more and more thy love reveal;
Then shall my tongue aloud proclaim
The grace and glory of thy name.
6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear,
Revives my heart, and charms my ear,
Affords a balm for every wound,
And Satan trembles at the sound.
52 S. M.
Gratitude to Christ.
1 DRBPARE a thankful song
1 To the Redeemer’s name ;
His praises should employ each tongue
And every heart inflame.
2 He laid his glory by,
And dreadful pains endured,
That rebels, such as you and I,
From wrath might be secured.
3 Upon the cross he died,
Our debt of sin to pay
41