STEM Publishing : hymns : Hymns for the Little Flock (1881) : Supplement 51-85

Little Flock 1881 Edition — Section 9.

51A    C.M.

O what a gift the Father gave
When He bestowed His Son!
To save poor ruined, guilty man,
By sin defiled, undone.

For I was lost and vile indeed!
To sin a willing prey,
Till God in mercy interposed,
And turned my night to day.

Now I can call the Saviour mine,
Though all unworthy still;
I'm sheltered by His precious blood
Beyond the reach of ill.

Come, all who trust in Jesus, now,
And tell our joys abroad;
Let thankful hymns of praise ascend
For Christ the gift of God.

52A    P.M.

Behold! behold the Lamb of God
On the cross;
For us He shed His precious blood,
On The cross.
Oh, hear the overwhelming cry:
"Eli lama sabacthani?"
Draw near and see the Saviour die
On the cross.

Come, sinner, see Him lifted up
On the cross:
He drinks for you the bitter cup,
On the cross;
The rocks do rend, the mountains quake,
While Jesus doth atonement make —
While Jesus suffers for our sake,
On the cross.

Where'er I go I'll tell the story
Of the cross;
In nothing else my soul shall glory
Save the cross;
Yea, this my constant theme shall be,
Through time and in eternity,
That Jesus tasted death for me
On the cross.

53A    C.M.

Alas! and did my Saviour bleed!
And did my Saviour die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

Was it for crimes that I have done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown,
And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When the Incarnate Maker died
For man His creature's sin.


Come, ye sinners poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power;
He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.

Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.
This He gives you,
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.

Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.

Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! the Saviour prostrate lies;
On the bloody tree behold Him,
Hear Him cry before He dies,
"It is finished!"
Sinner, will not this suffice?

Lo! the Incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merits of His blood;
Venture on Him, venture freely,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.


"Call them in" — the poor, the wretched,
Sin-stained wanderers from the fold;
Peace and pardon freely offer;
Can you weigh their worth with gold?
"Call them in" — the weak, the weary,
Laden with the doom of sin;
Bid them come and rest in Jesus;
He is waiting — "call them in."

"Call them in" — the broken-hearted,
Cow'ring 'neath the brand of shame;
Speak love's message low and tender
'Twas for sinners Jesus came.
See, the shadows lengthen round us,
Soon the day-dawn will begin;
Can you leave them lost and lonely?
Christ is coming — "call them in."

56A    S.M.

Vain is the thought of man
To merit heaven by prayer;
'Tis only Jesus' precious blood
Can give admission there.

Could ceaseless prayers ascend,
Could tears for ever flow;
The soul were still unblest, unsaved,
And peace could never know.

But faith's one look at Christ
Expiring on the tree —
One heart-believing glance at Him,
Can set the sinner free.

None can, without the blood
Of Jesus, be forgiven;
'Tis resting on the blood alone
That fits the soul for heaven.


Come, weary, anxious laden soul,
To Jesus come, and be made whole;
On Him your heavy burden roll —
Come, anxious sinner, come!

Behold the cross on which He died;
Behold His wounded, bleeding side:
Come, in His precious love confide —
Come, anxious sinner, come!

True joy the world can ne'er afford,
'Tis found alone in Christ the Lord,
In Him for wretched sinners, stored —
Come, anxious sinner, come!

God loves to hear the contrite cry,
He loves to see the tearful eye,
To read the Spirit's deep-felt sigh —
Come, anxious sinner, come!

Oh! if to Jesus you repair,
You'll find eternal comfort there,
And soon shall heavenly glory share —
Come, anxious sinner, come!

58A    C.M irregular

Ho! ye that thirst, approach the spring
Whence living waters flow;
Free to that open fountain all
Without a price may go.
Without a price may go;
Free to that open fountain all
Without a price may go.

How long to streams of false delight
Will ye in crowds repair?
How long your strength and substance waste
On trifles light as air? etc...

My stores afford those rich supplies
That health and pleasure give;
Incline your ear and come to Me:
The soul that hears shall live, etc...

Seek ye the Lord while yet His ear
Is open to your call;
While offered mercy still is near,
Before His footstool fall, etc...

59A    C.M.D.

Not all the gold of all the world,
And all its wealth combined,
Could give relief, or comfort yield,
To one distracted mind;
'Tis only to the precious blood
Of Christ the soul can fly,
There only can a sinner find
A flowing full supply.

Gold could not give the heart relief
The malefactor craved,
Ah, no! 'twas Christ, the Christ of God,
That dying sinner saved;
Faith's view of Him who bleeding hung
A victim by His side,
He saw, he knew, the Lord was there,
The Lord for him had died.

O what can equal joy divine?
And what can sweeter be
Than knowing that this Christ is mine
To all eternity?
Safe in the Lord without a doubt,
By virtue of the blood;
For nothing can destroy the life
That's hid with Christ in God.


Hark! the voice of Jesus calling —
"Come, ye laden, come to Me;
I have rest and peace to offer,
Rest, thou labouring one, for thee:
Take salvation —
Take it now and happy be."

Yes; though high in heavenly glory,
Still the Saviour calls to thee;
Faith can hear His gracious accents —
"Come, ye laden, come to Me;
Take salvation —
Take it now and happy be."

Soon that voice will cease its calling,
Now it speaks, and speaks to thee:
Sinner, heed the gracious message,
"Take Salvation —
Take it now and happy be."

Life is found alone in Jesus,
Only there 'tis offered thee —
Offered without price or money,
'Tis the gift of God sent free,
"Take salvation —
Take it now and happy be."

61A    S.M.

What, sinner, canst thou do?
Where, sinner, canst thou fly?
Eternal wrath hangs o'er thy head,
And judgement lingers nigh.

For God must visit sin
With His displeasure sore:
Since He is holy, just, and true,
And righteous evermore.

So Jesus died for sin —
Upon the cross He died;
God's righteousness was there displayed,
And justice satisfied.

Faith is the way of life;
Believe in Christ and live;
Fly to the shelter of His blood,
And peace with God receive.


I am not told to labour
To put away my sin;
So foolish, weak, and helpless,
I never could begin.
But blessed truth — I know it!
Though ruined by the fall,
Christ for my soul hath suffered,
Yes, Christ has done it all!

And if I now would seek Him —
In love He sought for me,
When far from Him I wandered
In sin and misery;
He ope'd my ears and gave me
To listen to His call;
He sought me and He found me,
Yes, Christ has done it all!

And now I cannot please Him
In aught I say of do,
Unless He daily help me
His glory to pursue;
Still helpless and feeble,
On His strong arm I fall,
My strength in pressing onward —
Yes, Christ has done it all!

And when in heavenly glory
My ransomed soul shall be,
From sin and all pollution
For ever, ever free,
I'll cast my crown before Him,
And loud His grace extol —
"Thou hast Thy self redeemed me;
Yes, Thou hast done it all."

63A    S.M.

"All things are ready," Come,
Come, rich and poor; come, old and young,
Come, and be richly fed.

"All things are ready," Come,
O make no vain excuse:
No yoke of oxen, wife, or field,
Instead to Jesus choose.

"All things are ready," Come,
The door is open wide;
O feast upon the love of God,
For Christ His Son has died.

"All things are ready," Come,
All hindrance is removed;
And God, in Christ, His precious love
To fallen man has proved.

"All things are ready," Come,
Tomorrow may not be;
O sinner, come, the Saviour waits
This hour to welcome thee!

"All things are ready," Come,
To-morrow may not be;
O sinner, come, the Saviour waits
This hour to welcome thee!


Though all the beasts that live and feed
Upon a thousand hills should bleed —
Though all their blood should flow,
The sacrifice would not be in vain,
The stain of sin would still remain:
Sin is not cancelled so.

"A better sacrifice" than these
It needs, the conscience to appease
Or satisfy the Lord:
No blood hath virtue to atone
For man's offence, but His alone
Whose title is "The Word."

His who could say, Himself the Son,
"My Father and Myself are one,"
Who made the world around;
His, who Jehovah's Fellow stood,
And claimed equality with God,
Whose glory knows no bounds.

Jesus the Christ, on earth His name,
He came — in love to sinners came —
And bowed His head and died;
A full atonement now is made,
The ransom, by His death, is paid,
And justice satisfied.

That sinners might draw near to Him
God planned this great, this gracious scheme,
And planner this great, this gracious scheme,
Let all His saints their voices raise,
And sing the great Redeemer's praise
While endless ages flow.


Go, tell thy wants to Jesus,
Thou needy, anxious one;
Spread out thy cast to Jesus,
And look to Him alone;
To God confess through Jesus,
He's faithful to forgive;
And love the name of Jesus,
Through whom alone we live.

And follow only Jesus
Through the world's trackless maze;
And yield each day to Jesus
The tribute of thy praise;
Oh! praise the name of Jesus
Above aught else beside;
Till thou above, with Jesus,
In light be glorified.


Come! hear the gospel sound —
"Yet there is room!"
It tells to all around —
"Yet there is room!"
Though guilty, now draw near,
Though vile, you need not fear,
With joy you now may hear —
"Yet there is room!"

God's love in Christ we see —
"Yet there is room!"
Greater it could not be —
"Yet there is room!"
His only Son He gave,
He's righteous now to save
All who on Him believe:
"Yet there is room!"

"All things are ready: come!"
"Yet there is room!"
Christ everything hath done:
"Yet there is room!"
The work is now complete;
Before the mercy-seat
A Saviour you will meet:
"Yet there is room!"

God's house is filling fast,
"Yet there is room!"
Some guest will be the last,
"Yet there is room!"
Yes! soon salvation's day
To you will pass away,
Then grace no more will say —
"Yet there is room!"

67A    L.M.

The perfect righteousness of God
Is witnessed in the Saviour's blood;
'Tis in the cross of Christ we trace
His righteousness, yet wondrous grace.

God could not pass the sinner by,
His sin demands that he must die;
But in the cross of Christ we see
How God can save, yet righteous be.

The sin alights on Jesus' head,
'Tis in His blood sin's debt is paid;
Stern justice can demand no more,
And mercy can dispense her store.

The sinner who believes is free,
Can say, "The Saviour died for me:"
Can point to the atoning blood,
And say, "This made my peace with God."


By faith I see the Saviour dying,
On the tree;
To ruined sinners He is crying,
"Look to Me."
He bids the guilty now draw near,
Hark, hark! His precious words I hear —
So soft, so sweet, they banish fear —
"Mercy's free."

This mercy still my soul refreshes —
Oh how free,
And every moment Christ is precious
Unto me.
None can describe the bliss I prove,
While through the wilderness I rove,
Enjoying still my Saviour's love —
"Mercy's free."

Long as I live I'd still be crying,
"Mercy's free";
Point to the Lamb for sinners dying
On the tree.
There all my foes He hath withstood,
Washed all my sins away with blood,
Made manifest the love of God
E'en to me.

How sweet the truth, ye sinners, hear it,
"Mercy's free."
Ye saints of God, to all declare it,
"Mercy's free."
Visit your neighbour's dark abode,
Proclaim to all this love of God,
Oh spread the joyful news abroad,
"Mercy's free."


Oh! the peace for ever flowing
From God's thoughts of His own Son,
Oh, the peace of simply knowing
On the cross that all was done.

Peace with God, the blood in heaven
Speaks of pardon now to me:
Peace with God! the Lord is risen!
Righteousness now counts me free.

Peace with God — is Christ in glory,
God is just and God is love;
Jesus died to tell the story,
Foes to bring to God above.

Now free access to the Father,
Through the Christ of God we have;
By the Spirit here abiding,
Promise of the Father's love.

Jesus, Saviour, we adore Thee!
Christ of God — anointed Son;
We confess Thee, Lord of glory,
Fruits of victory Thou hast won!

70A Anapaestic Irr.

We sing of the realms of the blest,
That country so bright and so fair,
The glorious mansions of rest —
But what must it be to be there?

We tell of its service of love;
The robes which the glorified wear;
The church of the Firstborn above —
But what must it be to be there?

We tell of its freedom from sin,
From sorrow, temptation, and care,
From trials without and within —
But what must it be to be there?

Do Thou, Lord, 'midst pleasure and woe,
Still for heaven our spirits prepare;
And shortly we also shall know
And feel what it is to be there.

71A    7s.

Oh, my Saviour crucified,
Near Thy cross would I abide,
Gazing with adoring eye
On Thy dying agony.

God is love I surely know,
In the Saviour's depth of woe;
In the Sinless, in God's sight,
Sin is justly brought to light.

In His spotless soul's distress,
I have learnt my guiltiness;
Oh, how vile my low estate,
Since my ransom was so great.

Rent the veil that closed the way
To my home of heavenly day,
In the flesh of Christ the Lord,
Ever be His name adored.

Yet in sight of Calvary,
Contrite should my spirit be,
Rest and holiness there find,
Fashioned like my Saviour's mind.


It passeth knowledge! that dear love of Thine,
My Jesus! Saviour! yet this soul of mine
Would of Thy love, in all its breadth and length,
Its height and depth and everlasting strength,
Know more and more.

It passeth telling! that dear love of Thine,
My Jesus! Saviour! yet these lips of mine
Would fain proclaim to sinners far and near
A love which can remove all guilty fear,
And love beget.

It passeth praises! that dear love of Thine,
My Jesus! Saviour! yet this heart of mine,
Would sing a love so rich — so full — so free,
Which brought a rebel sinner such as me,
Nigh unto God.

But though I cannot tell, or sing, or know,
The fullness of Thy love while here below,
My empty vessel I may freely bring —
O Thou, who art of love the living spring,
My vessel fill.

I am an empty vessel — scarce one thought,
Or look of love to Thee I've ever brought;
Yet I may come, and come again to Thee,
With this the empty sinner's only plea —
"Thou lovest me!"

Oh! fill me Jesus Saviour with Thy love;
Lead, lead me to the living fount above!
Thither may I in simple faith draw nigh
And never to another fountain fly,
But unto Thee.

And, Jesus, when Thee face to face I see,
When on Thy lofty throne I sit with Thee;
Then of Thy love in all its breadth and length,
Its height and depth, its everlasting strength,
My soul shall sing.

73A    S.M.D.

I was a wandering sheep,
I did not love the fold;
I did not love my Shepherd's voice.
I would not be controlled:
I was a wayward child,
I did not love my home,
I did not love my Father's voice,
I loved afar to roam.

The Shepherd sought His sheep,
The Father sought His child:
He followed me o'er vale and hill,
O'er desert waste and wild:
He found me nigh to death,
Famished and faint and lone;
He bound me with the chains of love,
He saved the wandering one.

Jesus my Shepherd is:
'Twas He that loved my soul,
'Twas He that washed me in His blood,
'Twas He that made me whole:
'Twas He that found the lost,
That found the wandering sheep;
'Twas He that brought me to the fold:
'Tis He that still doth keep.

No more a wandering sheep,
I love to be controlled;
I love my tender Shepherd's voice,
I love the peaceful fold:
No more a wayward child,
I seek no more to roam;
I love my heavenly Father's voice:
I love, I love His home.


"Behold the Lamb" enthroned on high —
"He's our peace";
In Him we are to God brought nigh —
"He's our peace."
He who on Calvary's cross has bled —
He who was numbered with the dead —
Exalted now o'er all as Head,
"He's our peace."

"Complete in Him" at God's right hand —
"He's our peace"
Before the throne we boldly stand —
"He's our peace":
The blood-besprinkled mercy-seat,
His pierced side, His hands and feet,
Proclaim redemption's work complete —
"He's our peace."

God finds eternal rest in Him —
"He's our peace";
That rest which was disturbed by sin —
"He's our peace";
We too by faith on Him repose,
Who did the Father's heart disclose,
From which this full salvation flows —
"He's our peace."

As one with him we rest secure —
"He's our peace."
Unchanging doth His work endure —
"He's our peace";
Now seated on the Father's throne,
Elect and precious Corner-stone,
On Him we rest — on Him alone —
"He's our peace."

75A    C.M.

"No separation"! — Oh, my soul,
'Tis God who speaks the word,
So close the Spirit thee unites
With Christ thy risen Lord.

"No separation"! — thou art His,
And His for evermore;
Upon the cross thy debt He paid,
And all thy judgment bore.

"No separation"! — Life not death,
Things present nor to come,
Can part thee from His precious care,
Or rob thee of thy home.

"No separation"! — Linked with Him,
His glory — all is thine;
Oh, wondrous love, that thus could plan
A union so divine!


Thine, Jesus, Thine,
No more this heart of mine
Shall seek its joy apart from Thee
The world is crucified to me,
And I am Thine.

Thine — Thine alone,
My joy, my hope, my crown:
Now earthly things may fade and die,
They charm my soul no more, for I
Am Thine alone.

Thine — ever Thine,
For ever to recline
On love eternal, fixed and sure —
Yes, I am Thine for evermore —
Lord Jesus, Thine.

Then let me live
Continual praise to give
To Thy dear name, my precious Lord,
Henceforth alone beloved, adored;
So let me live —

Till Thou shalt come
And bear me to Thy home,
For ever freed from earthly care,
Eternally Thy love to share —
Lord Jesus, come!


The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks,
The summer morn I've sighed for,
The fair sweet morn awakes.
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.

Oh, Christ! He is the fountain,
The deep sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I've tasted,
More deep I'll drink above!
There, to an ocean fulness,
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.

With mercy and with judgement
My web of time He wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were lustered with His love.
I'll bless the hand that guided,
I'll bless the heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.

Oh! I am my Beloved's,
And my Beloved's mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His "house of wine"!
I stand upon His merit,
I know no safer stand,
Not e'en where glory dwelleth,
In Immanuel's land.

The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear bridegroom's face;
I will not gaze on glory,
But on my King of Grace —
Not at the crown He giveth,
But on His pierced hand:
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel's land.

78A    6.6.11.D

I'm waiting for Thee, Lord,
Thy beauty to see, Lord,
I'm waiting for Thee, for Thy coming again.
Thou'rt gone over there, Lord,
A place to prepare, Lord,
Thy home I shall share at Thy coming again.

'Mid danger and fear, Lord,
I'm oft weary here, Lord,
The day must be near of Thy coming again.
'Tis all sunshine there, Lord,
No sighing nor care, Lord,
But glory so fair at Thy coming again.

Whilst Thou art away, Lord,
I stumble and stray, Lord,
Oh! hasten the day of Thy coming again.
This is not my rest, Lord,
A pilgrim confess'd, Lord,
But glory so fair at Thy coming again.

E'en now let my ways, Lord,
Be bright with Thy praise, Lord,
For brief are the days ere Thy coming again.
I'm waiting for Thee, Lord,
Thy beauty to see, Lord,
No triumph for me like Thy coming again.


Our great High Priest is sitting
At God's right hand above,
For us His hands uplifting,
In sympathy and love:
Whilst here below, in weakness,
We onward speed our way;
In sorrow oft and sickness,
We sigh and groan and pray.

Through manifold temptation,
My soul holds on her course,
Christ's mighty intercession
Alone is her resource;
My gracious High Priest's pleadings,
Who on the cross did bleed,
Bring down God's grace and blessings,
Help in each hour of need.

Oh, Jesus, blessed Saviour,
We hope to see Thee soon,
Who once on earth didst suffer,
Who soon for us wilt come;
'Twas God's most gracious favour,
That gave His Son to die —
To live our Intercessor,
To plead for us on high.


Trembling soul, behold thy Saviour
Seated on the Father's throne;
Object of God's highest favour,
See Him, God's beloved Son!

Once on earth in Bethlehem's manger,
As a new-born babe He lay,
God come down a heavenly stranger,
Love to sinners to display.

Sinner, see thy God beside thee,
In a servant's form come near,
Sitting, walking, talking with thee!
Sinai's mount no longer fear.

See Him weary, yet that sought thee,
Sitting on Samaria's well,
Or in Simon's house that found thee,
Snatched thee from the jaws of hell.

See the lonely Man now bending,
In the lone Gethsemane,
Drops of blood His conflict marking
Whilst He prays in agony!

Onward still to Calvary marching,
Onward still He speeds His way
(His own Father's will fulfilling),
Love to sinners to display.

Sinner, see the bleeding Saviour,
Pierced and nailed to Calvary's tree;
Sacrifice of sweetest savour,
Object of man's enmity!

See the sun at noonday hidden,
See the rocks and mountains shake,
See the Man 'midst darkness smitten!
Why did God His Son forsake?

Sinner, hear the wondrous story,
Jesus died and rose for thee,
God in heaven now waits to save thee,
Now, believing, thou art free.


Let all who know the joyful sound,
With gladness send the tidings round,
And tell that God is love:
That God so loved the world He gave
His own dear Son the world to save;
God's message from above.

That all who in the Son believe,
Shall never perish, but receive
Life endless and divine;
No condemnation e'er shall know,
From death to life they pass below,
And then in glory shine.

'Tis not of works: let no man boast,
Save in His name who saves the lost —
The Lord our righteousness!
Poor sinner, now from working cease,
And claim from God a blood-bought peace,
And Jesus, Lord confess.

Let all who know our God rejoice,
Praise Him in songs with cheerful voice,
And live to Him alove:
Let sinners too take up the strain,
Exalt the Lamb for sinners slain,
The coming Saviour own.

The Spirit and the bride say, Come!
Let him that heareth too say, Come!
Whoever thirsts may come:
Water of life is freely given
Till Christ the Lord descends from heaven;
Lord Jesus, quickly come!


Come to the blood-stained tree;
The Victim bleeding lies;
God sets the sinner free,
Since Christ a ransom dies:
The Spirit will apply
His blood to cleanse the soul,
O burdened soul, draw nigh,
For none can come in vain —
Come, come, come.

Dark though thy guilt appear,
And deep its crimson dye,
There's boundless mercy here —
Do not from mercy fly:
Oh, do not doubt His word,
There's pardon full and free,
For justice smote the Lord,
And sheaths her sword for thee —
Come, come, come.

Look not within for peace,
Within there's naught to cheer;
Look up, and find release
From sin and self and fear;
If gloom thy soul enshroud,
If tears faith's eye bedim,
If doubts around thee crowd,
Come, tell them all to Him.
Come, come, come.

83A    C.M.

Behold the Lamb! 'tis He who bore
My sins upon the tree;
And paid in death the dreadful score —
The guilt that lay on me.

I'd look to Him till sight endear
The Saviour to my heart;
To Him I look who calms my fear,
Nor from Himself would part.

I'd look until His precious love
My every thought control,
Its vast constraining influence prove
O'er body, spirit, soul.

To Him I look, while still I run —
My never-failing Friend!
Finish, He will, the work begun,
And grace in glory end.


One there is above all others —
O how He loves!
His is love beyond a brother's —
O how He loves!
Earthly friends may fail or leave us,
One day soothe, the next day grieve us,
But this Friend will ne'er deceive us —
O how He loves!

Joy and peace it is to know Him —
O how He loves!
Think, O think how much we owe Him —
O how He loves!
With His precious blood He bought us,
In the wilderness He sought us,
To His loved ones safely brought us —
O how He loves!

We have found a friend in Jesus —
O how He loves!
'Tis His great delight to bless us —
O how He loves!
How our hearts delight to hear Him
Bid us dwell in safely near Him —
Why should we distrust or fear Him?
O how He loves!

Through His name we are forgiven —
O how He loves!
Backward shall our foes be driven,
O how He loves!
Best of blessings He'll provide us,
Naught but good shall e'er betide us,
Safe to glory He will guide us —
O how He loves!

85A    L.M.

The cross! the cross, oh that's our gain,
Because on that the Lamb was slain;
'Twas there the Lord was crucified,
'Twas there for us the Saviour died.

What wondrous cause could move Thy heart
To take on Thee our curse and smart,
Well knowing we should ever be
So cold, so negligent of Thee?

The cause was love — we sink with shame,
Before our blessed Jesu's name,
That He should bleed and suffer thus,
Because He loved and pitied us.