Wesley Corpus

1 T3EHOLD the Saviour of mankind ■U Nail'd to the shameful tree ! How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for thee ! 2 Hark, how he groans ! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend ; The temple's veil in sunder breaks ; The solid marbles rend. 3 'Tis done ! the precious ransom's paid ; " Receive my soul," he cries : See where he bows his sacred head ! He bows his head, and dies ! 4 But soon he '11 break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine : O Lamb of God ! was ever pain, Was ever love, like thine ? HYMN 23. l. m. EXTENDED on a cursed tree, Besmear'd with dust, and sweat, and blood See there, the King of Glory see ! Sinks and expires the Son of God ! 2 Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done ? Who could thy sacred body wound ? No guilt thy spotless heart hath known, No guile hath in thy lips been found. ~0 The Goodness of God. 3 J , J alone, have done the deed ! 'Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn ; My sins have caused thee, Lord, to bleed, Pointed the nail, and flx'd the thorn. 4 The burden, for me to sustain Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid ; To heal me, thou hast borne my pain ; To bless me, thou a curse wast made. 5 In the devouring lion's teeth, Torn, and forsook of all, I lay; Thou sprang'st into the jaws of death, From death to save the helpless prey. 6 My Saviour, how shall I proclaim, How pay the mighty debt I owe ? Let all I have, and all I am, Ceaseless to all thy glory show. 7 Too much to thee I cannot give ; Too much I cannot do for thee ; Let all thy love, and all thy grief, Graven on my heart for ever be ! 8 The meek, the still, the lowly mind, O may I learn from thee, my God , And love, with softest pity join'd, For those that trample on thy blood ! 9 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs, O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast. Till loose from flesh and earth I rise, And ever in thy bosom rest.