The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns ‎#CXCVII

CXCVII. Now from the Garden to the Cross

1 Now from the Garden to the Cross,
Let us attend the Lamb of God.
Be all Things else accounted Dross,
Compar'd with Sin atoning Blood.

2 See, how the patient Jesus stands,
Insulted in his lowest Case:
Sinners have bound th' Almighty's Hands;
And spit in their Creator's Face.

3 With Thorns his Temples gor'd and gash'd,
Send Streams of Blood from ev'ry Part.
His Back's with knotted Scourges lash'd:
But sharper Scourges tear his Heart.

4 Nail'd naked to th' accursed Wood;
Expos'd to Earth, and Heav'n above,
A Spectacle of wounds and Blood;
A Prodigy of injur'd Love!

5 Hear how his doleful Cries affright
Affected Angels, while they view.
His Friends forsook him in the Night;
And now his God forsakes him too.

6 Oh what a Field of Battle's here!
Vengenace and Love their Pow'rs oppose:
Never was such a mighty Pair;
Never were two such desp'rate Foes.

7 Behold that Pale, that languid Face,
That drooping Head, those cold dead Eyes!
Behold, in Sorrow and Disgrace,
Our conqu'ring Heroe hands and dies!

8 Ye that assume his sacred Name,
Now tell me, what can all this mean?
What was it bruis'd God's harmless Lamb!
What was it pierc'd his Soul, but Sin?

9 Blush, Christian, blush; let Shame abound,
If Sin affects Thee not with Woe,
Whatever Spirit's in Thee found,
Christ's Spirit thou didst never know.

Text Information

• First Line: Now from the Garden to the Cross
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Passion of Christ

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