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 God,
  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.

     Fanny 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 God? 
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 God, 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 bloody crown;
Love drops in blood from every vein;
Love is the spring of all thy pain.