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Ah see him writhe and bleed and die

Ah see him writhe and bleed and die

Published in 3 hymnals

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1 Ah! see him writhe, and bleed, and die!
Give thanks, my soul, and offer praise.
See Christ with God's command comply,
And execute his work of grace.
He bows his head upon the tree,
To save, to bless, to comfort me.

2 Great God! the cov'nant now is seal'd;
The arduous work of love is done.
Thy mercy fully stands reveal'd,
For thou hast given us thy Son.
What gift can ever be denied
To those, for whom the Saviour died?

3 My soul upon thy word relies,
Thy gracious message, glad, receives;
Assur'd by such a sacrifice,
In all thy promises believes.
No gloomy fears my peace molest,
Since Jesus bled to give me rest.

4 Assist me, Lord, to keep his cross
For ever present to my heart;
Like him, to count all things but loss,
That from thy service me would part;
In virtue's cause to persevere,
And only love what he held dear.

5 Like Jesus, may I bear, resign'd,
The ills of life, the wrongs of foes;
In hope that I may mercy find,
Forgive the authors of my woes;
to reach my goal, on thorns proceed,
From all complaints and murmurs freed.

6 Like Jesus, may I ev'n in death
Enraptur'd say, "my Father, Friend;"
Confide in thee, and yield my breath,
Assur'd that with him I'll ascend
To mansions of celestial joy,
And pleasures which shall never cloy.

7 Eternal glory, praise, to thee,
Who sit'st supreme upon the throne!
Salvation, honour, blessings be
For ever given to the Son!
In heav'n more worthy thanks shall rise
For his vast love and sacrifice.

Source: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran Churches; to which are added prayers for families and individuals #149

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