4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there, that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. Sir John Bowring, 1825. 132 Rathbun. 8s & 7s. _Looking to the Cross._ (980) Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend, Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend! 2 Here I'll sit, forever viewing Mercy's streams in streams of blood: Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead, and claim my peace, with God. 3 Truly blessed is this station, Low before the cross to lie, While I see divine compassion Floating in his languid eye. 4 Here it is I find my heaven, While upon the Lamb I gaze; Love I much?--I've much forgiven,-- I'm a miracle of grace. 5 Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears his feet I'll bathe; Constant still in faith abiding,-- Life deriving from his death. James Allen, 1761. Altered by Walter Shirley, 1176. 133 Rathbun. 8s & 7s. _The Price of Salvation._ When I view my Savior bleeding, For my sins upon the tree; Oh, how wondrous!--how exceeding Great his love appears to me! 2 Floods of deep distress and anguish. To impede his labors, came; Yet they all could not extinguish Love's eternal, burning flame. 3 Now redemption is completed, Full salvation is procured; Death and Satan are defeated, By the sufferings he endured. 4 Now the gracious Mediator, Risen to the courts of bliss, Claims for me, a sinful creature, Pardon, righteousness, and peace! 5 Sure, such infinite affection Lays the highest claims to mine; All my powers, without exception, Should in fervent praises join. 6 Jesus, fit me for thy service; Form me for thyself alone; I am thy most costly purchase,-- Take possession of thine own. R. Lee. 134 What Hast Thou Done for Me? P.M. _Return for Christ's Sufferings._ I gave my life for thee, My precious blood I shed, That thou mightst ransomed be, And quickened from the dead; I gave, I gave my life for thee, What hast thou given for me? 2 My Father's house of light, My glory-circled throne, I left for earthly night, For wand'rings sad and lone; I left, I left it all for thee, Hast thou left aught for me? 3 I suffered much for thee, More than thy tongue can tell, Of bitterest agony, To rescue thee from hell; I've borne, I've borne it all for thee, What hast thou borne for me? 4 And I have brought to thee, Down from my home above, Salvation full and free, My pardon and my love; I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee, What hast thou brought to me? Frances R. Havergal. 135 Come to the Cross. P.M. _Blessing at the Cross._ Come to the cross, where the Savior died, Look to the Lamb that was crucified; Turn to the mournful and tragic scene, Gaze on the suffering Nazarene.