_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 h.e.l.l; 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.

Cho.--Look at the Crucified, look and live!

Look, for eternal life he will give.

Come to the cross, where the Savior died, Look to the Lamb that was crucified.

2 Fall at the feet of the dying One, Trust in the name of the Father's Son; Wash in the fountain of Jesus' blood, Seek for thy cure in the healing flood.

3 Fly to the arms of his pard'ning love, Cherish the hope of a crown above; Taste of the sweetness of sins forgiven, Lean on the promise of rest in heaven.

Rev. J.H. Martin.

136 Near the Cross. P.M.

_Near the Cross._

Jesus, keep me near the cross There a precious fountain Free to all--a healing stream, Flows from Calvary's mountain.

Cho.--In the cross, in the cross, Be my glory ever, Till my raptured soul shall find Rest beyond the river.

2 Near the cross, a trembling soul, Love and mercy found me; There the bright and morning star Shed its beams around me.

3 Near the cross, O Lamb of G.o.d, Bring its scenes before me; Help me walk from day to day, With its shadows o'er me.

4 Near the cross I'll watch and wait, Hoping, trusting ever, Till I reach the golden strand, Just beyond the river.

f.a.n.n.y J. Crosby.

137 Saw Ye My Savior? P.M.

_Christ's Crucifixion._

Saw ye my Savior, saw ye my Savior, Saw ye my Savior and G.o.d?

Oh! he died on Calvary, To atone for you and me, And to purchase our pardon with blood.

2 He was extended, he was extended, Painfully nailed to the cross; Here he bowed his head and died; Thus my Lord was crucified, To atone for a world that was lost.

3 Hail, mighty Savior! hail, mighty Savior!

Prince, and the Author of peace!

Oh! he burst the bars of death, And, triumphant from the earth, He ascended to mansions of bliss.

4 There interceding, there interceding, Pleading that sinners may live; Crying, "Father, I have died; Oh, behold my hands and side!

Oh, forgive them! I pray thee, forgive!"

5 "I will forgive them, I will forgive them When they repent and believe; Let them now return to thee, And be reconciled to me, And salvation they all shall receive."

138 Baca. L.M.

_Pardon Through the Sufferings of Christ._ (264)

Deep in our hearts let us record The deeper sorrows of our Lord; Behold the rising billows roll, To overwhelm his holy soul.

2 Yet, gracious G.o.d, thy power and love Have made the curse a blessing prove; Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son Atoned for sins that we have done.

3 The pangs of our expiring Lord The honors of thy law restored; His sorrows made thy justice known.

And paid for follies not his own.

4 Oh, for his sake our guilt forgive, And let the mourning sinner live; The Lord will hear us in his name, Nor shall our hope be turned to shame.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

139 Baca. L.M.

_Peace and Safety at the Cross._ (265)

Beneath thy cross I lay me down, And mourn to see thy b.l.o.o.d.y crown; Love drops in blood from every vein; Love is the spring of all thy pain.

2 Here, Jesus, will I ever stay, And spend my longing hours away; Think on thy bleeding wounds and pain, And contemplate thy woes again.

3 Oh, unmolested, happy rest!

Where inward fears are all suppressed; Here I shall love, and live secure, And patiently my cross endure.

Wm. Williams.

140 Baca. L.M.

_Thanks to Jesus for His Love._ (270)