Christ…hath once suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, that He might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh, but quickened by the Spirit.@1 Peter 3:18

Anne Steele, Po­ems on Sub­jects Chief­ly De­vo­tion­al 1760, vol­ume 1, num­ber 178, alt. Faith in a Re­deem­er’s suf­fer­ings.

St. Luke (Clarke) Jer­e­mi­ah Clarke, 1701 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Jeremiah Clarke (ca. 1659–1707)

Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove
Amid the wonders of Thy love,
Sweet hope revives my drooping heart,
And bids intruding fears depart.

But while Thy sufferings I survey,
And faith enjoys a heav’nly ray,
These dear memorials of Thy pain,
Present anew the dreadful scene.

I hear Thy groans with deep surprise,
And view Thy wounds with weeping eyes,
Each bleeding wound, each dying groan,
With anguish fraught, and pains unknown.

For mortal crimes a sacrifice,
The Lord of life, the Savior dies:
What love, what mercy, how divine!
O Jesus, can I call Thee mine?

Repentant sorrow fills my heart,
But mingling joy allays the smart;
O may my future life declare
The sorrow and the joy sincere.

Be all my heart, and all my days
Devoted to my Savior’s praise;
And let my glad obedience prove
How much I owe, how much I love.