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Verses of following hymns:
- Extended on a Cursed Tree
- Alas! and Did My Savior Bleed
- Beneath the Cross of Jesus
- In the Cross of Christ I Glory
- When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
- Lift High the Cross
- The Power of the Cross
- It Is Well with My Soul
- He Was Wounded for Our Transgressions
Lyrics:
Extended on a cursèd tree,
Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and blood,
See there, the King of glory see!
Sinks and expires the Son of God.
Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!
Upon the cross of Jesus
Mine eyes at times can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart with tears
Two wonders I confess −
The wonders of His glorious love,
And my own worthlessness.
In the cross of Christ I glory,
Tow’ring o’er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
O Lord, once lifted on this glorious tree,
As Thou hast promised, draw men unto Thee.
Lift high the Cross, the love of Christ proclaim,
Till all the world adore His sacred Name.
Now the daylight flees;
Now the ground beneath
Quakes as its Maker bows His head.
Curtain torn in two,
Dead are raised to life;
“Finished!” the vict’ry cry.
This, the pow’r of the cross:
Christ became sin for us;
Took the blame, bore the wrath −
We stand forgiven at the cross.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Who can number His generation?
Who shall declare all the triumphs of His Cross?
Millions, dead, now live again,
Myriads follow in His train!
Victorious Lord, victorious Lord,
Victorious Lord and coming King!
Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle (London)
Grace Community Church (Sun Valley, California)
Painting: Gari Melchers, The Communion (1888)
Verses of following hymns:
- Extended on a Cursed Tree
- Alas! and Did My Savior Bleed
- Beneath the Cross of Jesus
- In the Cross of Christ I Glory
- When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
- Lift High the Cross
- The Power of the Cross
- It Is Well with My Soul
- He Was Wounded for Our Transgressions
Lyrics:
Extended on a cursèd tree,
Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and blood,
See there, the King of glory see!
Sinks and expires the Son of God.
Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!
Upon the cross of Jesus
Mine eyes at times can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart with tears
Two wonders I confess −
The wonders of His glorious love,
And my own worthlessness.
In the cross of Christ I glory,
Tow’ring o’er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
O Lord, once lifted on this glorious tree,
As Thou hast promised, draw men unto Thee.
Lift high the Cross, the love of Christ proclaim,
Till all the world adore His sacred Name.
Now the daylight flees;
Now the ground beneath
Quakes as its Maker bows His head.
Curtain torn in two,
Dead are raised to life;
“Finished!” the vict’ry cry.
This, the pow’r of the cross:
Christ became sin for us;
Took the blame, bore the wrath −
We stand forgiven at the cross.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Who can number His generation?
Who shall declare all the triumphs of His Cross?
Millions, dead, now live again,
Myriads follow in His train!
Victorious Lord, victorious Lord,
Victorious Lord and coming King!
Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle (London)
Grace Community Church (Sun Valley, California)
Painting: Gari Melchers, The Communion (1888)
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