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Not all the blood of beasts

Hymnal: BW1867 #78 (1867) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Not all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the our sin. 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of Thine-- While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burden Thou didst bear When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there. 5 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing His bleeding love. Topics: God the Son Preciousness Languages: English

O love divine, how sweet Thou art!

Hymnal: BW1867 #79 (1867) Lyrics: 1 O love divine, how sweet Thou art! When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by Thee? I long, and thirst, and faint, to prove The greatness of redeeming love-- The love of Christ to me. 2 Stronger His love than death or hell; Its reaches are unsearchable; The first-born sons of light Desire, in vain, its depths to see; They cannot reach the mystery, The length, and breadth, the height. 3 Oh that I could for ever sit, With Mary, at the Master's feet! Be this my happy choice, My only care, delight, and bliss, My joy, my heaven on earth be this, To hear the Bridegroom's voice. 4 Oh that I could, with favored John, Recline my weary head upon The dear Redeemer's breast! From care, and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in Thee My everlasting rest. Topics: God the Son Preciousness Languages: English

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

Hymnal: BW1867 #80 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes our sorrows, heals our wounds, And drives away our fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. 3 By Him my prayers acceptance gain, Although with sin defiled; Satan accuses me in vain, When I am owned a child. 4 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see Thee as Thou art, I'll praise Thee as I ought. 5 Till then I would Thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of Thy name Refresh my soul in death. Topics: God the Son Preciousness Languages: English

Jesus! I love Thy charming name

Hymnal: BW1867 #81 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Jesus! I love Thy charming name, ’Tis music to mine ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud That earth and heaven should hear. 2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul, My joy, my hope, my trust; Jewels, to Thee, are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust. 3 All my capacious powers can wish In Thee most richly meet; Not to mine eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet. 4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, And sheds its fragrance there;-- The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care. 5 I'll speak the honors of Thy name With my last laboring breath; Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine arms, The antidote of death. Topics: God the Son Preciousness Languages: English

Did Christ for sinners weep?

Hymnal: BW1867 #82 (1867) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Did Christ for sinners weep? And shall our cheeks be dry? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. 2 The Son of God in tears Angels with wonder see; Be thou astonished, O my soul, He shed those tears for Thee. 3 He wept that we might weep; Each sin demands a tear: In heaven alone no sin is found, And there's no weeping there. Topics: God the Son Passion Languages: English

A Litany

Hymnal: BW1867 #83 (1867) First Line: Saviour, when in dust to Thee Lyrics: 1 Savior, when in dust, to Thee, Low we bow th' adoring knee, When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our streaming eyes, Oh by all Thy pains and woe, Suffered once for man below, Bending from Thy throne on high, Hear our solemn litany. 2 By Thy birth and early years, By Thy human griefs and fears, By Thy fasting and distress In the lonely wilderness; By the victory in the hour Of the subtle tempter's power; Jesus, look with pitying eye: Hear our solemn litany. 3 By Thine hour of dark despair, By Thine agony of prayer, By the purple robe of scorn, By Thy wounds--Thy crown of thorns, By Thy cross--Thy pangs and cries, By Thy perfect sacrifice, Jesus, look with pitying eye; Hear our solemn litany. 4 By Thy deep expiring groan, By the sealed sepulchral stone, By Thy triumph o'er the grave, By Thy power from death to save, Mighty God, ascended Lord, To Thy throne in heaven restored-- Prince and Saviour, hear our cry, Hear our solemn litany. Topics: God the Son Passion Languages: English

Tis midnight - and on Olive's brow

Hymnal: BW1867 #84 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 'Tis midnight--and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; 'Tis midnight--in the garden now The suffering Saviour prays alone. 2 'Tis midnight--and from all removed, Immanuel wrestles lone with fears; E'ev the disciple that He loved Heeds not his Master's griefs and tears. 3 'Tis midnight--and for others' guilt The Man of sorrows weeps in blood; Yet He that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by His God. 4 'Tis midnight--and from ether plains Is borne the song that angels know: Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. Topics: God the Son Passion Languages: English

O sacred head, now wounded

Hymnal: BW1867 #85 (1867) Meter: 7.6 Lyrics: 1 O sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and pain weighed down! How scornfully surrounded With thorns--Thy only crown! O, Sacred Head, what glory, What bliss till now was Thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine. 2 How art Thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish, Which once was bright as morn! Thy grief and Thy compassion Were all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, But Thine the deadly pain. 3 What language shall I borrow To praise Thee, heavenly Friend, For this, Thy dying sorrow-- Thy pity without end? Lord, make me Thine for ever, Nor let me faithless prove; Oh let me never, never Abuse such dying love. 4 Forbid that I should leave Thee; O Jesus, leave not me; By faith I would receive Thee; Thy blood can make me free; When strength and comfort languish, And I must hence depart; Release me then from anguish, By Thine own wounded heart. Topics: God the Son Passion Languages: English

He dies, the Friend of sinners dies!

Hymnal: BW1867 #86 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 He dies, the Friend of sinners dies! Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 2 Come, saints, and drop your tears anew For Him who groaned beneath your load, He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood! 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree: The Lord of glory dies for men! But, lo! what sudden joys we see! Jesus, the dead, revives again. 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb, Up to His Father's court He flies; Cherubic legions guard Him home, And shout Him welcome to the skies. 5 Break off your rears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliverer reigns; Sing how He spoiled the hosts of hell, And led the monster Death in chains. 6 Say: "Live for ever, wondrous King! Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the monster: "Where's thy sting? And where's thy victory, boasting grave?" Topics: God the Son Passion Languages: English

Who is this that comes from Edom

Hymnal: BW1867 #87 (1867) Lyrics: 1 Who is this that comes from Edom, All His raiment stained with blood, To the captive speaking freedom, Bringing and bestowing good; Glorious in the garb He wears, Glorious in the spoil He bears? 2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious, Travelling onward in His might; 'Tis the Saviour, oh how glorious, To His people is the sight! Satan conquered, and the grave; Jesus now is strong to save, 3 Why that blood His raiment staining? 'Tis the blood of many slain; Of His foes there's none remaining, None the contest to maintain: Fallen they are, no more to rise; All their glory prostrate lies. 4 Mighty Victor! reign for ever; Wear the crown so dearly won; Never shall Thy people, never, Cease to sing what Thou hast done: Thou hast fought Thy people's foes; Thou wilt heal Thy people's woes. Topics: God the Son Passion Scripture: Isaiah 63 Languages: English