4. But soon He’ll break death’s envious chain And in full glory shine. O Lamb of God, was ever pain, Was ever love, like Thine? Samuel Wesley, Sr., 1700. 212 8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7 Come to Calvary’s holy mountain, Sinners, ruined by the Fall; Here a pure and healing fountain Flows to you, to me, to all, In a full, perpetual tide, Opened when our Savior died. 2. Come in poverty and meanness, Come defiled, without, within; From infection and uncleanness, From the leprosy of sin, Wash your robes and make them white; Ye shall walk with God in light. 3. Come in sorrow and contrition, Wounded, impotent, and blind; Here the guilty free remission, Here the troubled peace, may find. Health this fountain will restore; He that drinks shall thirst no more. 4. He that drinks shall live forever; ’Tis a soul-renewing flood. God is faithful; God will never Break His covenant of blood, Signed when our Redeemer died, Sealed when He was glorified. James Montgomery, 1819. 213 7s 8 l Savior, when in dust to Thee Low we bow th’ adoring knee, When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes, Oh, by all Thy pains and woe, Suffered once for man below, Bending from Thy throne on high, Hear our solemn litany! 2. By Thy helpless infant years, By Thy life of want and tears, By Thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread, mysterious hour Of th’ insulting Tempter’s power: Turn, O turn, a favoring eye, Hear our solemn litany! 3. By Thine hour of dire despair, By Thine agony of prayer, By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Piercing spear, and torturing scorn; By the gloom that veiled the skies O’er the dreadful sacrifice: Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn litany! 4. By Thy deep expiring groan; By the sad sepulchral stone; By the vault, whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God: Oh, from earth to heaven restored, Mighty, reascended Lord, Listen, listen to the cry Of our solemn litany! Robert Grant, 1815, a. 214 C. M. Alas! and did my Savior bleed, And did my Sov’reign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? 2. Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity, grace unknown, And love beyond degree! 3. Well might the sun in darkness hide And shut his glories in When God, the mighty Maker, died For man the creature’s sin.