THE SUBSTITUTE.
Reading edition
"Jesu, plena caritate Manus tuæ perfortæ Laxent mea crimina; Latus tuum lanceatum, Caput spinis coronatum, Hæc sint medicamina"—Old Hymn.
I lay my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God; He bears them all and free us From the accursed load. I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains White in his blood most precious, Till not a stain remains. I lay my wants on Jesus; All fullness dwells in Him. He heals all my diseases, He doth my soul redeem. I lay my griefs on Jesus, My burdens and my cares; He from them all releases, He all my sorrows shares. I rest my soul on Jesus, This weary soul of mine; His right hand me embraces, I on his breast recline. I love the name of Jesus, Immanuel, Christ, the Lord; Like fragrance on the breezes, His name abroad is poured. I long to be like Jesus, Meek, loving, lowly, mild, I long to be like Jesus, The Father's holy child. I long to be with Jesus Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints his praises, To learn the angel's song. —Horatius Bonar.