Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books ‎#III.XVI

III.XVI. The agonies of Christ

1 Now let our pains be all forgot,
Our hearts no more repine;
Our suff'rings are not worth a thought,
When, Lord, compared with thine.

2 In lively figures here we see
The bleeding Prince of Love;
Each of us hopes he dy'd for me,
And then our griefs remove.

3 [Our humble faith here takes her rise,
While sitting round his board;
And back to Calvary she flies,
To view her groaning Lord.

4 His soul what agonies it felt
When his own God withdrew!
And the large load of all our guilt
Lay heavy on him too!

5 But the divinity within
Supported him to bear;
Dying, he conquer'd hell and sin,
And made his triumph there.]

6 Grace, wisdom, justice join'd and wrought
The wonders of that day:
No mortal tongue, nor mortal thought,
Can equal thanks repay.

7 Our hymns should sound like those above,
Could we our voices raise;
Yet Lord, our hearts shall all be love,
And all our lives be praise.

Text Information

• First Line: Now let our pains be all forgot
• Title: The agonies of Christ
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793

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