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Christ Crucified. 55
Give us an ever living faith To gaze beyond the things we see;
And in the mystery of Thy Death Draw us and all men unto Thee!
William Walsham How. [1854,
Beneath Thy cross I lay me down, And mourn to see Thy bloody crown ; Love drops in blood from every vein ; Love is the spring of all His pain.
Here, Jesus, I shall ever stay, And spend my longing hours away, Think on Thy bleeding wounds and pain, And contemplate Thy woes again.
The rage of Satan and of sin, Of foes without, and fears within, Shall ne'er my conquering soul remove Or from Thy cross, or from Thy love.
Secured from harms beneath Thy shade, Here death and hell shall ne'er invade ; Nor Sinai, with its thundering noise, Shall e'er disturb my happier joys.
O unmolested happy rest! Where inward fears are all supprest; Here I shall love, and live secure, And patiently my cross endure.
William Williams. 1772,