CHORUS. Our sorrows and our sins were laid 2 Shall we thy life of grief forget, 3 Gethsemane can we forget; When night lay dark on Olivet, 4 Can we the plaited crown forget, 5 The nails-the spear-can we forget; The agonizing cry "My God! my Father! wilt thou let Thy Son forsaken die?" 6 Life's brightest joys we may forget- But He who paid our hopeless debt, Precious Bible. HYMN 93. The best of Friends. ONE there is, above all others friend; His is love beyond a brother's, They who once his kindness prove, 2 Which of all our friends, to save us, It was boundless love to bleed; 3 When he lived on earth abased, 4 Oh! for grace our hearts to soften! What a friend we have above: Harwich. HYMN 94. Christ our Surety. LL that pass by, To you it is nothing that Jesus should die? Our surety he is; Come, see if there ever was sorrow like His. 2 The Lord, in the day Of his anger did lay Our sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away: He dies to atone For sins not his own, The Father afflicted for you his dear Son. 3 For sinners like me, His death is accepted, the sinner is free; A sinner believing in Jesus's name. Oh, Father! thou knowest he died in my place: His death is my plea― My Advocate see And hear the blood speak that hath answered for me. 5 With joy we approve, A wonder to all, both below and above! When time is no more, We still shall adore That ocean of love, without bottom or shore. HYMN 95, 7s. Messiah. WHO is this that comes from far Clad in garments dipp'd in blood? Strong triumphant traveler, Is he man or is he God? 2 "I that speak in righteousness, Son of God and man I am; Mighty to redeem your race, Jesus is your Saviour's name." 3 Wherefore are thy garments red, Dyed as in a crimson sea? They that in a wine vat tread, Are not stained so much as thee. 4 "I, the Father's favorite Son, Have the dreadful winepress trod; PRAISE. Bermondsey. HYMN 96. 6,6, 4, 6,6,6,4. GLORY to God on high! Let earth and skies reply: Praise ye his name. His love and grace adore, 2 Jesus, our Lord and God, Tell what his arm hath done, 3 While they around the throne Those who have felt his blood 4 Join, all ye ransom'd race, 5 What though we change our place, Yet we shall never cease Praising his name: To him our songs we bring, 6 Then let the hosts above, To him ascribed be, Through all eternity: Worthy the Lamb. |