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SUFFERINGS OF CHRIST.
    4  He took the dying traitor’s place,
        And suffered in his stead;
      For man, (O miracle of Grace!)
        For man the Saviour bled.
    5  Dear Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell
        In thy atoning blood :
      By this are sinners snatched from hell,
        And rebels brought to God.
    6  O may the sweet, the blissful theme
        Fill every heart and tongue,
        Till strangers love thy charming name,
        And join the sacred song.
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               The effects of Christ’s death.
    1  TIE dies, the mighty Saviour dies;
      1 1 The purple stream runs down :
      He closes his resplendent eyes ;
        All nature seems to mourn.
    2  The heavenly harps remained unstrung,
        In silence laid aside,
      While ‘on the cross the Saviour hung,
        And wept, and bled and died.’
    3  His groans awake the sleeping dead;
        Like lightning Satan fell;
      And when to death he bcwed his head,
        He shook the powers of hell.
    4  Well might the sun withdraw his ray,
        Earth to its centre heave,
      And darkness clothe the mourning day,
        And all creation grieve.
    5  Well might the Roman soldier say,
        When he beheld the blood,
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