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128 HYMNS. [PART
See from his agonizing wounds
The blood incessant flow;
2 Till death’s pale ensigns o’er his cheek
And trembling lips were spread ;
Till light forsook his closing eyes.
And life his drooping head.
S ’Tis finish’d—was his latest voice;
These sacred accents o’er.
He bow’d his head, gave iip the ghost,
And suffer’d pain no more.
4 ’Tis finish’d—the Messiah dies
For sins, but not his own;
The great redemption is complete.
And Satan’s pow’r o’erthrown.
5 ’Tis finish’d—all his groans are past
His blood, his pain, and toils,
Have fully vanquished our foes, .
And crown'd him with their spoils.
6 ’Tis finish’d—legal worship ends.
And gospel ages run;
All old things now are past away,
And a new world begun.
128.
A dying Saviour.
I QTRETCH’D on the cross the Saviour dies,
^ Hark ! his expiring groans arise!
See from his hands, his feet, his side,
Huns down the sacred crimson tide !
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!