_Consecration in View of the Cross._ (261) 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. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were all the realms of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine. Demands my soul, my life, my all. Isaac Watts, 1707. 120 Miriam, 7s & 6s. Double. (300) O sacred head, now wounded! With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, thine only crown; O sacred head, what glory, What bliss, till now, was thine! Yet tho' despised and gory, I joy to call thee mine. 2 What thou, my Lord! hast suffered Was all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, But thine the deadly pain; Lo! here I fall, my Savior! 'Tis I deserve thy place; Look on me with thy favor; Vouchsafe to me thy grace. 3 The joy can ne'er be spoken, Above all joys beside, When in thy body broken, I thus with safety hide; My Lord of life! desiring Thy glory now to see, Beside thy cross expiring, I'd breathe my soul to thee. Paul Gerhardt, 1659. 121 Avon. C.M. _Before the Cross._ (281) Alas! and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? 2 Was it for crimes that I have 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 Christ, the mighty Maker, died For man, the creature's sin! 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away; 'Tis all that I can do. Isaac Watts, 1709. Cho.--Jesus died for you, And Jesus died for me, Yes, Jesus died for all mankind; Bless God, salvation's free. Cho.--Help me, dear Savior, thee to own, And ever faithful be; And when thou sittest on thy throne. O Lord, remember me. 122 Avon. C.M. _Jesus Died for Me._ Great God, when I approach thy throne And all thy glory see; This is my stay, and this alone, That Jesus died for me. 2 How can a soul condemned to die, Escape the just decree? Helpless and full of sin am I, But Jesus died for me. 3 Burdened with sin's oppressive chain, Oh, how can I get free? No peace can all my efforts gain, But Jesus died for me. 4 And, Lord, when I behold thy face, This must be all my plea; Save me by thy almighty grace, For Jesus died for me. W.B. Bathurst, d. 1877. 123 Cowper. C.M.