THE SINBEARER. "He was wounded for our transgressions; He was bruised for our iniquities."-ISA. liii. 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, To whom, save thee, &c. Thy tears, not mine, O Christ, And turned this night of mine Into a blessed day. To whom, save thee, &c. 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, &c. Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ, Thy stripes, not mine, contain The balm that makes me whole. To whom, save thee, &c. Thy blood, not mine, O Christ, To whom, save thee, &c. 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, &c. Thy death, not mine, O Christ, To whom, save thee, &c. THE SUBSTITUTE. "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 spot remains. I lay my wants on Jesus; He heals all my diseases, He doth my soul redeem. THE FULNESS OF THE SUBSTITUTE. I lay my griefs on Jesus, My burdens and my cares; I rest my soul on Jesus, Immanuel, Christ, the Lord, I long to be like Jesus, I long to be like Jesus, Amid the heavenly throng, To learn the angel's song. 139 |