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SUFFERINGS OF CHRIST.
2 Surprised this spectacle to see,
I asked, who can this victim be,
In such exquisite pain?
Why thus consigned to woes, I cried:
’Tis I, the bleeding God replied,
Crushed with the curse of sin.
3 A God for rebel mortals dies!
How can this be ? ray soul replies,
What! Jesus die for me!
Yes, says the suffering Son of God,
I give my life, I spill my blood,
For thee, poor soul, for thee.
4 Lord, since thy life for mine is given,
To raise my wretched soul to heaven,
And bless me with thy love;
I therefore at thy feet would fall,
Give thee my life, my soul, my all,
For thee would live and move.
5 And when this mortal life shall cease,
O may I leave this world in peace,
And soar to realms of light;
There where my heavenly lover reigns,
I’ll join to raise immortal strains,
With full, supreme delight.
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The Saviour's agony.
1 OME and behold the Lamb of God,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Kneeling beneath your guilty load,
In agonizing pain.
2 Stay here, and watch he meekly said^
Till I shall yonder go
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