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THE GOODNESS OF GOD.

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 fix'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.

HYMN 24.

L. M.

PART I.

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YE E that pass by, behold the Man,

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

2 See! how his back the scourges tear, While to the bloody pillar bound!