170    7s     J. Berridge
Fellowship with Christ’s Sufferings. Luke 24. 26, 46

1 What a doleful voice I hear!
  What a garden-scene is there!
  What a frightful, ghastly flood!
  Jesus weltering in his blood!

2 Groaning on the ground he lies;
  Seems a slaughtered sacrifice!
  Tells me, with a feeble breath,
  “Sorrowful, yea, unto death!”

3 [How his eyes astonished are!
  Sure they witness conflict near!
  On his face what sadness dwells!
  Sure he feels a thousand hells!]

4 O my Jesus, let me know
  What has brought this heavy woe;
  Swords are piercing through thy heart;
  Whence arose the torturing smart?

5 “Sinner, thou hast done the deed;
  Thou hast made the Saviour bleed!
  Justice drew its sword on me!
  Pierced my heart to pass by thee!

6 “Now I take the deadly cup;
  All its dregs am drinking up;
  Read my anguish in my gore;
  Look, and pierce my heart no more.”

7 O thou bleeding love divine,
  What are other loves to thine?
  Theirs a drop, and thine a sea,
  Ever full, and ever free!

8 If I loved my Lord before,
  I would love him ten times more;
  Drop into his sea outright,
  Lose myself in Jesus quite.