THE SINBEARER.

"He was wounded for our transgressions; He was bruised for our iniquities."-ISA., iii. 5.

THY works, not mine, O Christ,
Speak gladness to this heart;

They tell me all is done;

They bid my fear depart.

To whom save thee,

Who can alone

For sin atone,

Lord, shall I flee!

Thy pains, not mine, O Christ,
Upon the shameful tree,
Have paid the law's full price,
And purchased peace for me.

To whom, save thee, etc.

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THE SINBEARER.

Thy tears, not mine, O Christ,
Have wept my guilt away;
And turned this night of mine
Into a blessed day.

To whom, save thee, etc.

Thy bonds, not mine, O Christ,
Unbind me of my chain,

And break my prison-doors,

Ne'er to be barred again.

To whom, save thee, etc.

Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ,

Can heal

my bruised soul;

Thy stripes, not mine, contain

The balm that makes me whole.

To whom, save thee, etc.

Thy blood, not mine, O Christ,
Thy blood so freely spilt,
Can blanch my blackest stains
And purge away my guilt.

To whom, save thee, etc.

THE SINBEARER.

Thy cross, not mine, O Christ,

Has borne the awful load

Of sins that none in heaven

Or earth could bear but God.

To whom, save thee, etc.

Thy death, not mine, O Christ,
Has paid the ransom due;
Ten thousand deaths like mine,
Would have been all too few.
To whom, save thee, etc.

Thy righteousness, O Christ,

Alone can cover me;

No righteousness avails

Save that which is of thee.

To whom, save thee, etc.

Thy righteousness alone
Can clothe and beautify;

I wrap it round my soul;
In this I'll live and die.

To whom, save thee, etc.

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THE SUBSTITUTE.

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'Jesu, plena caritate
Manus tuæ perforatæ
Laxent mea crimina;
Latus tuum lanceatum,

Caput spinis coronatum,

Hæc sint medicamina."-OLD HYMN.

I LAY my sins on Jesus,

The spotless Lamb of God;

He bears them all and frees us

From the accursed load.

I bring my guilt to Jesus,

To wash my crimson stains White in his blood most precious, Till not a stain remains.

I lay my wants on Jesus;

All fulness dwells in Him.

He heals all my diseases,

He doth my soul redeem.

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THE SUBSTITUTE.

I lay my griefs on Jesus,

My burdens and my cares; He from them all releases,

He all my sorrows shares.

I rest my soul on Jesus,
This weary soul of mine;
His right hand me embraces,
I on his breast recline.
I love the name of Jesus,

Immanuel, Christ, the Lord;

Like fragrance on the breezes,
His name abroad is poured.

I long to be like Jesus,

Meek, loving, lowly, mild,

I long to be like Jesus,

The Father's holy child. I long to be with Jesus

Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints his praises,

To learn the angel's song.

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