Come, then, my pardon'd soul, with 2. Lamb of God, my Saviour,
humble Mary
(sleep; Thou shalt be for ever
Behold thy wearied Master sweetly My most favourite theme:
Admire his matchless love, adore, And for thy atonement
Might I every moment

and weep.

contemplation

4. Here will I stay, engaged in Praise thy saving name :
(death: Constantly-thy passion be,
On my Redeemer's agony and Till my final consummation,
This shall increase and fix my My heart's meditation.

(tion:

wavering faith
In him, the finisher of my salva-
Yea, in my soul and body mortify
The sins which did my Jesus cru-

cify.

soul and senses

On thee, the dearest object of my

Cennick & Swertner.

T. 119.

(149.) 119.
LAMB, once slain, :||:
My Redeemer, while I view

Melts my heart. :||:

(smart,

5. Thou Lord of life, fix thou my Thee by faith, I'm lost in wonder; (heart: Grateful tears my cheeks bedew : Blessed Saviour, when I ponder That, when from this vain world I On the cause of all thy grief and shall depart, (commences, And when the awful scene of death I may resign my spirit unto thee, And in thy presence live eternally. 6. Meanwhile I'll love and thank,

without cessation, Thee, my Redeemer, who my soul

hast bought, (mercy sought; And me, a wandering sheep, in Accept my tears, my prayer, and adoration:

thine.

(147.)

(sign;

2.

J. Swertner. I

118.

T. 208.

Holy Lord, :||:

By thy body given to death,
Mortify my sinful nature

Till I yield my dying breath :
Ah, protect thy feeble creature;
Grant that I, by nothing drawn
Thine abide. ::

(aside,

Swertner.

(150.) 120. T. B. p. 114. To thee my life, my all I now re- BELOVED, white and ruddy, In life and death, O keep me ever Of thousands none so fair; with thy wounded body No beauty can compare; Here to thy care consigned, Within thy tomb enshrined, Might but my body lie; To thee my soul would fly. 2. But while on earth I tarry, Wrapt in this mortal vest, Make it thy sanctuary,

NOW will I, like Mary,
My best spices carry

To my Saviour's tomb :
I'll behold his body
Mangled, pale and bloody;

Now my sabbath's come :
But alas,-what spices has
My poor heart, save tears and crying,
Heart felt throbs and sighing.

Thy form be there imprest;
Admit no strange affections,
But, midst all imperfections,

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SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF CHRIST.

May in my looks be seen That I with God have been. 3. In this sepulchral Eden

The tree of life I've found,
Here is my treasure hidden,

I tread on hallow'd ground;
Ye sick, ye faint and weary,
Howe'er your ailments vary,
Creep hither, and make sure
Of a most perfect cure.
4. Here lies in death's embraces,
My bridegroom, Lord, and God:
With awe my soul retraces,

The dark and dolorous road,
That leads to this last station;
Here in sweet meditation

I'll dwell by day and night, Till faith is chang'd to sight. (151.) 121. T. 45. WEEP, Zion, weep,-in death's deep sleep

Your King his head has bowed; Closed are those lips, whence late

Truth and mercy flowed.

2. In strains of woe-our songs shall flow,

What love is here displayed; See God's dear and only Son To a tomb conveyed.

3. Yet, O rejoice with heart and
voice,

Soon will he rise most glorious;
And at the right hand of God
Seat himself victorious.

(152.)
122.
T. 167.
LORD of life! now sweetly slumber,
With the dead awhile a guest;
After torments without number,
Glorious is thy hard-earn'd rest:
Lo! the dreadful conflict's ended;

By thy sufferings thou hast won;
Now o'er all thy power's extended,
Ev'n my heart O claim thy own.
2. O what love is here displayed!
See the Father's only Son
To the silent tomb conveyed;

Ah my soul what hast thou done!
Yet, while I, my sins bewailing,

Own that they his blood have spilt,
May that blood, for me prevailing,
Wash away my sin and guilt.
3. Here my Sabbath is completed,
Here my soul enjoys sweet peace;
At the feet of Jesus seated,

Here I taste true happiness;
I adore my paschal offering,
I adore God's counsel deep,
I adore my Jesus suffering,
And, while I adore him, weep.
(153.)
123.*
T. 185.
WHEN I visit Jesus' grave in spirit,
It is never done in vain; (merit
Since 'tis only from his death and

I can life and strength obtain;
Jesus' cross, his last hours in his
passion,
(piration,
Jesus' stripes, his wounds, and ex-
Jesus' body and his blood,
Shall remain my highest good.

Chr. R. v. Zinzendorf.

124.

T. 205.

(154.)
RESTING in the silent grave,
Spent with torments, pangs, and

cries,

See the Lord God, strong to save;
Him whose thunders shake the
skies:

'Twas for me he groan'd, he bled,
And was number'd with the dead;
Sacred body, with amaze
Thankfully on thee I gaze.

C. I. Latrobe.

To cancel our transgression,
Has gain'd for us, by being rais'd,
Eternal life's possession;

(158.)

Luther.

128.* T. 590.

SING Hallelujah, Christ doth live, 'Tis this should prompt us to re- And peace on earth restore; (give, joice, (and voice, Come, ransom'd souls, and glory And praise the Lord with heart Sing, worship, and adore: In singing Hallelujah.

With grateful hearts to him we pay
Our thanks in humble wise:

2. How great and wondrous was Who aught unto our charge can

the strife,

Life was by death assailed;
But Jesus Christ, the Prince of life,
O'er sin and death prevailed;
He triumph'd over them in death,
And we are conquerors too by faith
In him our risen Saviour.

'Tis God that justifies.

(lay? 2. Who can condemn, since Christ And ever lives to God; (was dead, Now our whole debt is fully paid, He saves us by his blood: (heaven

The ransom'd hosts in earth and 3. This is the day the Lord hath Thro' countless choirs proclaim: What lively hope it raises! (made; "He hath redeem'd us; praise be Let heaven rejoice, let earth be To God and to the Lamb." (giv'n And join to sing his praises; (glad, 3. God rais'd him up, when he for For Christ, our everlasting light, Had freely tasted death,

(all

And thus redeem'd us from the And say, "O death, where is thy

Who died, but now is ris'n indeed, Doth for each contrite soul prevail

All grief and mourning lay aside;
With cheerful hearts and voices
The resurrection of our King. (sing
Gr.
T. 590. 2. He, having triumph'd over death,
Now re-assumes his vital breath:

BELIEVING souls, rejoice and The angels wait with watchful eyes,
Your risen Saviour see, (sing, And joy to see their God arise.

3. Our gracious Saviour, Head, and The Lord is risʼn indeed :
Lord,
(word; He truly tasted death

Hath well perform'd his promis'd For wretched fallen man;
And now would have his church In bitter pangs resign'd his breath;
But now is ris'n again.
He hath himself the keys
Of death, the grave, and hell;
His is the victory and praise,

rejoice;
He loves to hear her cheerful voice. 3.
4. Then let us join the heavenly
throng

In singing that eternal song:
"Salvation to our God and King,
Whose death did our redemption
bring."

(free;

And he rules all things well : Death now no more I dread,

But cheerful close mine eyes;
Death is a sleep, the grave a bed;
With Jesus I shall rise.

5. Blessing and praise we give to
thee,
That thou from death hast set us
Thy resurrection from the grave
Shows plainly, thou hast power to GLORY unto Jesus be,

save.

(162.)

132.

Cennick.

T. 11.

From the curse he set us free; All our guilt on him was laid, (light, He the ransom fully paid.

6. Thy blood shall wash our gar

ments white,

Then we with all the
Shall joyful meet our
Head;

saints in 2. All his glorious work is done; Lord and God's well pleased in his Son; (shed. For he rais'd him from the dead; We know for us thy blood was Christ now reigns the church'sHead.

7. Astonish'd, at thy footstool now,
With humble gratitude we bow:
Thought cannot reach, nor tongue
reveal,
(feel.
What in our thankful hearts we

W. Horne.

3. His redeem'd his praise show

forth,

Saints above and saints on earth;
Angels sing around the throne,
"Thou art worthy, thou alone."

(161.)
CHRISTIANS, dismiss your fear;
Let hope and joy succeed;
The joyful news with gladness hear,
"The Lord is ris'n indeed:"
The promise is fulfill'd

131. T. 595. 4. Ye who love him, cease to mourn,
All his saints with him shall reign;
He will certainly return;
Come, Lord Jesus, come.

In Christ our only Head;
Justice with mercy's reconcil'd;
He lives who once was dead.
2. The Lord is ris'n again,

Who on the cross did bleed; He lives to die no more, Amen;

(163.)

133.

Amen.

Watts.

T. 79.

JESUS who died the world to save,
Revives, and rises from the grave,

By his almighty power;
From sin and death he sets us free,
He captive leads captivity,
He lives again, to die no more,