RECOLLECTION.

9 Should e'er my love or zeal grow cold,
My caution fail, my faith abate,

Let me thy cross, O Christ, behold;
That shall new life and love create!

10 Thy wondrous cross shall be my boast
While in this sinning world I stay;
And when my voice in death is lost,
I'll sing it thro' eternal day!

Edinburgh, Feb. 22, 1822.

THOMAS RIPPON.*

135 (4th P. 8. 8. 6. Hinton 206. Chatham 59.

Jesus crucified.

1 WHEN with a melting heart I stood Near to a fountain fill'd with blood,

It flow'd a crimson tide;

That sight what stranger's heart can guess,
Or mind conceive, or tongue express
'Twas Jesus crucify'd.

2 But, plung'd beneath the cleansing flood,
My heart exclaimed, Behold, how good
The God who lov'd and died!
None saves from sin, its guilt, its stains,
From death, and everlasting pains,
But Jesus crucify'd.

3 O let me still this wonder see,,

And cry, He lov'd and died for me,
And near the cross abide:

Take off my load, and from my heart
Bid sin, and guilt, and fear depart,
My Jesus crucify'd.

4 Thousands, besides the dying thief,
Have in this sight found sweet relief,
Feeling the blood apply'd;

* This amiable and endearing Young Minister, whose Talents could be surpassed by his Piety only; with a composure more than human, sweetly fell asleep in Jesus,. June 3, 1825, in the thirty-fourth year of his age.

And yet, ten thousand thousand more
Shall share the bliss, and all adore
My Jesus crucify'd.

5 O make my stubborn heart relent!
May I of unbelief repent,

And every sin beside :

Now tune my heart, my voice, my tongue-
I'll sing, and this shall be my song,-

My Jesus crucify'd.

136 L.M. Bab. Streams 23. Green's Hund. 89.

1

Behold the Man. John xix. 5.

E that pass by, behold the Man!

YE

The Man of grief, condemn'd for you ! The Lamb of God, for sinners slain !— Weeping, to Calvary pursue.

2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear,
With nails they fasten to the wood-
His sacred limbs-expos'd and bare,
Or only cover'd with his blood.

3 See there! his temples crown'd with thorns,
His bleeding hands extended wide,
His streaming feet transfix'd and torn,
The fountain gushing from his side!

4 Thou dear, thou suffering Son of God,
How doth thy heart to sinners move!
Sprinkle on us thy precious blood,
And melt us with thy dying love!
5 The earth could to her centre quake,
Convuls'd, when her Creator died ;
Oh, may our in most nature shake,
And bow with Jesus crucified !

6 At thy last gasp, the graves display'd
Their horrors to the upper skies;

Oh, that our souls might burst the.shade,
And, quicken'd by thy death arise!

7. The reeks could feel thy powerful death, And tremble, and asunder part;

Oh, rend, with thy expiring breath,
The harder marble of our heart!

8 O love of unexampled kind!

Leaving all mortal thought behind; [height, Where length, and breadth, and depth, and Are lost to our astonish'd sight!

137 L. M. Dresden 178. Paul's 246.
A dying Saviour.*

1 STRETCH'D on the cross, the Saviour dies,
Hark! his expiring groans arise;
See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide!
2 But life attends the deathful sound,
And flows from ev'ry bleeding wound;
The vital stream, how free it flows
To save and cleanse his rebel foes!
3 To suffer in the traitor's place,
To die for man, surprising grace!
Yet pass rebellious angels by-
O why for man, dear Saviour, why?

4 And didst thou bleed ?-for sinners bleed?
And could the sun behold the deed?
No! he withdrew his sickening ray,
And darkness veil'd the mourning day.
5 Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow,
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love or pain?

6 Come, dearest Lord! thy grace impart,
To warm this cold-this stupid heart,
Till all its powers and passions move
In melting grief and ardent love.

STEELE.

* See Hymns on Redemption and the Lord's Supper, viz. 69-76, and 472-490.

138 C. M. Canterbury 199. Tunbridge 103.

The Attraction of the Cross. John xii. 32.

1 YONDER-amazing

sight!-I see

Th' incarnate Son of God
Expiring on th' accursed tree,
And welt'ring in his blood.
2 Behold, a purple torrent run

Down from his hands and head:
The crimson tide puts out the sun;
His groans awake the dead.

3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky,
Proclaim the truth aloud;
And, with th' amaz'd centurion, cry
This is the Son of God!

4 So great, so vast a sacrifice
May well my hope revive:

If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,
The sinner sure may live.

5 0, that these cords of love divine
Might draw me, Lord, to thee!

Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine-
Thine it shall ever be !

DR. S. STENNETT.

139 L.M. Rochford 22.

Redemption 243.

The dying Love of Christ constraining to thankful Devotion. 2 Cor. v. 14, 15.

1 SEE, Lord, thy willing subjects bow,
Adoring low before thy throne :
Accept our humble, cheerful vow ;
Thou art our sovereign, thou alone.
2 Beneath thy soul-reviving ray,
E'en cold affliction's wintry gloom
Shall brighten into vernal day,
And hopes and joys immortal bloom.
3 Smile on our souls, and bid us sing
In concert with the choir above,
The glories of our Saviour king,
The condescensions of his love.

4. Amazing love! that stoop'd so low,
To view with pity's melting eye
Vile men deserving endless woe:
Amazing love!-did Jesus die?
5 He died, to raise to life and joy
The vile, the guilty, the undone ;
Oh, let his praise each hour employ,
Till hours no more their circles run!
6 He died!-ye seraphs, tune your songs!
Resound, resound, the Saviour's name,,
For nought below immortal tongues
Can ever reach the wondrous theme.

140 148th. Resurrection 72. Darwell's 82.

1

The Resurrection of Christ. Luke xxiv. 34.
ES! the Redeemer rose,

YE

The Saviour left the dead,

And o'er our hellish foes

High rais'd his conqu'ring head;
In wild dismay
The guards around
Fall to the ground,
And sink away.

2 Lo! the angelic bands
In full assembly meet
To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet:
Joyful they come,

And wing their way
From realms of day
To Jesus' tomb.

3 Then back to heaven. they fly

Jesus, who bled,
Hath left the dead!
He rose to-day.