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HYMN 14. Fourth Part. C.M.
Jesus came to save Sinners. (cont.)

5	He comes the broken heart to bind,    The bleeding soul to cure; And with his righteousness and grace    T' enrich the humble poor.
6	His gospel trumpets publish loud    The jub'lee of the Lord; His people are redeemed now,    Their heritage restor'd.
7	Our glad Hosannas, Prince of peace.    Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heav'n's eternal arches ring    With thy beloved name.

HYMN 14. Fifth Part. C.M.
God reconciled in Christ.

1	DEAREST of all the names above,    My Jesus, and my God, Who can resist thy heav'nly love,    Or trifle with thy blood?
2	'Tis by the merits of thy death    The Father smiles again; 'Tis by thy interceding breath,    The Spirit dwells with men.
3	Till God in human flesh I see,    My thoughts no comfort find; The holy, just, and sacred Three    Are terrors to my mind.
4	But if Immanuel's face appear,    My hope, my joy begins; His name forbids my slavish fear,    His grace removes my sins.
5	While Jews on their own law rely,    And Greeks of wisdom boast; I love th' Incarnate Mystery,    And there I fix my trust.

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HYMN 15. First Part. L.M.
He suffered.

1	O LORD, when faith with fixed eyes Beholds thy wondrous sacrifice, Love rises to an ardent flame, And we all other hope disclaim.
2	With cold affections who can see The thorns, the scourge, the nails, the tree, The flowing tears, and crimson sweat, The bleeding hands, and head, and feet!
3	Jesus, what millions of our race Have been the triumphs of thy grace! And millions more to thee shall fly, And on thy sacrifice rely.
4	The sorrow, shame and death were thine, And all the stores of wrath divine! Ours are the pardon, life and bliss: What love can be compar'd to this!

HYMN 15. Second Part. L.M.
He was crucified.

1	STRETCH'D on the cross the Saviour dies, Hark! his expiring groans arise! See, from his hands, his feet, his side, Runs down the sacred crimson tide!
2	Believers now, behold the man! The man of grief condemn'd for you, The Lamb of God for sinners slain, Weeping to Calvary pursue.
3	His sacred limbs they pierce, they tear, With nails they fasten to the wood — His sacred limbs! expos'd and bare, Or only cover'd with his blood.
4	See there! his temples crown 'd with thorns, His bleeding hands extended wide,