237A    8.7.     J. Hart
Matt. 26. 36-46; 2 Cor. 7. 10

1 Great High Priest, we view thee stooping
  With our names upon thy breast;
  In the garden groaning, drooping
  To the ground, with horrors pressed;
  Wondering angels stood confounded
  To behold their Maker thus;
  And can we remain unwounded,
  When we know ’twas all for us?

2 On the cross thy body broken
  Cancels every penal tie;
  Tempted souls produce this token,
  All demands to satisfy.
  All is finished; do not doubt it;
  But believe your dying Lord,
  Never reason more about it,
  Only take him at his word.

3 Lord, we fain would trust thee solely;
  ’Twas for us thy blood was spilt;
  Bruisèd Bridegroom, take us wholly,
  Take and make us what thou wilt.
  Thou hast borne the bitter sentence
  Passed on man’s devoted race;
  True belief and true repentance
  Are thy gifts, thou God of grace.