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(513) The Litany.
By thy birth, and by thy tears;
By thy human griefs and fears;
By thy conflict in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's power--
Savior, look with pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.
2 By the tenderness that wept
O'er the grave where Laz'rus slept;
By the bitter tears that flow'd
Over Salem's lost abode--
Savior, look with thy pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.
3 By thy lonely hour of prayer;
By the fearful conflict there;
By thy cross and dying cries;
By thy one great sacrifice,--
Savior, look with pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.
4 By thy triumph o'er the grave;
By thy power the lost to save;
By thy high, majestic throne;
By the empire all thine own,--
Savior, look with pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.
Sir Robert Grant, 1815.
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(979) Glorying in the Cross.
In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more luster to the day.
4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there, that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.
Sir John Bowring, 1825.
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(980) Looking to the Cross.
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend,
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend!
2 Here I'll sit, forever viewing
Mercy's streams in streams of blood:
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
Plead, and claim my peace, with God.
3 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before the cross to lie,
While I see divine compassion
Floating in his languid eye.
4 Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the Lamb I gaze;
Love I much?--I've much forgiven,--
I'm a miracle of grace.
5 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,--
Life deriving from his death.
James Allen, 1761.
Altered by Walter Shirley, 1176.
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The Price of Salvation.
When I view my Savior bleeding,
For my sins upon the tree;
Oh, how wondrous!--how exceeding
Great his love appears to me!
2 Floods of deep distress and anguish.
To impede his labors, came;
Yet they all could not extinguish
Love's eternal, burning flame.
3 Now redemption is completed,
Full salvation is procured;
Death and Satan are defeated,
By the sufferings he endured.
4 Now the gracious Mediator,
Risen to the courts of bliss,
Claims for me, a sinful creature,
Pardon, righteousness, and peace!
5 Sure, such infinite affection
Lays the highest claims to mine;
All my powers, without exception,
Should in fervent praises join.
6 Jesus, fit me for thy service;
Form me for thyself alone;
I am thy most costly purchase,--
Take possession of thine own.
R. Lee.