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SUFFERINGS OF CHRIST.
2 Before his bloody cross
I’d bow and kiss the ground—
’Twas there my guilt and woe I lost
A ready pardon found.
3 Lord, tune anew iny strings,
Now on the willow dry;
Take off my thoughts from earthly things
Bind them to Calvary.
4 For glorious is the place,
Though ’tis without the gate ;
There, Lord, I’ll sing redeeming grace,
And for thy blessing wait.
42 L. M.
Gratitude for Christ’s sufferings.
1 'T'O Him who on the fatal tree
1 Poured out his blood, his life for me.
In grateful strains my voice I’ll raise,
And in his service spend my days.
2 To list’ning multitudes I’ll tell,
How he ledeemed my soul from hell;
And how, reposing on his breast,
I lost my cares, and found my rest.
3 Through him my sins are all forgiven
He ever pleads my cause in heaven—•
I’ll build an altar to his name,
And to the world his grace proclaim.
4 3 C. M.
The dying love of Jesus.
1 J T OW condescending and how kind
rl. Was God’s Eternal Son!
Our mis’ry reached his heavenly mixr1
And pity brought him down.
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