THE SINBEARER. "He was wounded for our transgressions; He was bruised for our iniquities."-ISA., iii. 5. THY works, not mine, O Christ, 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, To whom, save thee, etc. 150 THE SINBEARER. Thy tears, not mine, O Christ, To whom, save thee, etc. Thy bonds, not mine, O Christ, 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, 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, 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 I wrap it round my soul; To whom, save thee, etc. 151 THE SUBSTITUTE. 46 'Jesu, plena caritate 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. S 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, Immanuel, Christ, the Lord; Like fragrance on the breezes, 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. 153 |