146 Godly sorrow at the cross. ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed! And did my Sov'reign die? Would he devote that sacred head C. M. 2 Was it for crimes that I have done, 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When Christ, the mighty Maker, died, 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay Here, Lord, I give myself away,- 147 Glory to the dying Lamb. ALL glory to the dying Lamb, C. M. While angels live to know thy name, With this cold stony heart of mine, Jesus, to thee I flee; And to thy grace my soul resign, And thy life-giving word forbid 2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee, By hymns of praise we learn to be 3 On this glad day a brighter scene By the eternal Word, than when 4 He rises, who mankind has bought, 'Twas great to speak the world from naught; "Twas greater to redeem. 150 THE Paradise opened. HE Sun of righteousness appears, Adore the Scatt'rer of your fears, C. M. 2 The saints, when he resign'd his breath, He breaks again the bands of death,- 8 Alone the dreadful race he ran,- He dies and suffers as a man, He rises as a God. 4 In vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Forbid an early rise To Him, who breaks the gates of hell, And opens Paradise. 151 S. M. Joy from the certainty of His resurrection. HE Lord is risen indeed; THE The grave hath lost its prey; With him shall rise the ransom'd seed |