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[“Father, forgive the sinful race]
HYMN II.
“Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.”
—Luke xxiii. 34.
“Father, forgive the sinful race,
Who in My blood their hands imbrue;
O let that blood their sins efface;
Alas! they know not what they do.”
Who in My blood their hands imbrue;
O let that blood their sins efface;
Alas! they know not what they do.”
Hear the meek Lamb for sinners plead,
For those who nail'd Him to the tree;
He suffers in His murderers' stead;
He prays for all mankind, and me.
For those who nail'd Him to the tree;
He suffers in His murderers' stead;
He prays for all mankind, and me.
Our sins have nail'd Him to the wood;
Our sins the Prince of Life have slain,
Have spill'd His heart's last drop of blood;
Nor can He plead and pray in vain.
Our sins the Prince of Life have slain,
Have spill'd His heart's last drop of blood;
Nor can He plead and pray in vain.
We are from all our sins released,
Who trust in that expiring groan;
In Him the Father is well-pleased;
He always hears His favourite Son.
Who trust in that expiring groan;
In Him the Father is well-pleased;
He always hears His favourite Son.
“Forgive them,” gasps the parting breath,
And now the world may be forgiven,
God heard Him intercede beneath,
And seal'd the dying prayer in heaven.
And now the world may be forgiven,
God heard Him intercede beneath,
And seal'd the dying prayer in heaven.
“Forgive them,” still the Saviour cries,
Sprinkling the nations with His blood;
The blood of sprinkling fills the skies,
And speaks believers up to God.
Sprinkling the nations with His blood;
The blood of sprinkling fills the skies,
And speaks believers up to God.
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