CCXLII. CHRIST sanctifying himself, that his People may be sanctified.

BEHOLD the bleeding Lamb of GOD,
Our spotless Sacrifice!
By Hands of barb'rous Sinners seiz'd,
Nail'd to the Cross he dies.

Blest Jesus, whence this streaming Blood,
And whence this foul Disgrace?
Whence all these pointed Thorns, that rend
Thy venerable Face?

"I sanctify myself (he cries)
"That thou may'st holy be;
"Come, trace my Life; come, view my Death,
"And learn to copy Me".

Dear Lord, we pant for Holiness,
And inbred Sin we mourn:
To the bright Path of thy Commands
Our wand'ring Footsteps turn.

Not more sincerely would we wish
To climb the heav'nly Hill,
Than here with all our utmost Pow'r
Thy Model to fulfill.