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Hymn 23. Spires.

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1 Extended on a cursed tree,

Besmeared 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.

3 I, I alone, have done the deed!

' Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn; My sins have caused thee, Lord, to bleed, Pointed the nail, and fixed the thorn.

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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;

Hymn 24. llyria.

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Faith would make me ever thine: But when all my care and pains Worth can ne'er create in me, Nought by me thy fulness gains; Vain the hope to purchase thee.

2 Cease, O man, thy worth to weigh, Give the needless contest o'er; Mine thou art! while thus I say, Yield thee up, and ask no more:

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How pay the mighty debt I owe? Let all I have, and all I am,

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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!

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8 The meek, the still, the lowly mind, O may I learn from thee, my God, And love, with softest pity joined,

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.

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J. W. DAVID.

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1 Saviour, if thy precious love

Could be merited by mine,

Faith these mountains would remove;

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What thy estimate may be, Only can by him be told Who, to ransom wretched thee, Thee to gain, himself was sold.

3 But when all in me is sin, How can I thy grace obtain? How presume thyself to win? God of love, the doubt explain: Or if thou the means supply, Lo to thee I all resign! Make me, Lord- I ask not why, How I ask not,-ever thine.