GOD'S MIRACLES IN JESUS.

106.

106.

Mark that miracle of time,

God's own sacrifice complete. "It is finished," hear him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

4 Early hasten to the tomb

Where they laid his breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom;

Who has taken him away?

Christ is risen; he meets our eyes,
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

God's Miracles in Jesus.

Duke Street.

L. M.

Watts.

1 BEHOLD the blind their sight receive!
Behold the dead awake and live!

The dumb speak wonders! and the lame
Leap like the hart, and bless his name!

2 Thus doth the eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of his Son;
The Father vindicates his cause,
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.

3 He dies! the heavens in mourning stood;
He rises! and appears with God:
Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die!

4 Hence and forever from my heart
I bid my doubts and fears depart;
And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.

1 THE morning dawns upon the place
Where Jesus spent the night in prayer:
Through yielding glooms behold his face,
Nor form, nor comeliness is there.

2 Last eve, by those he called his own,
Betrayed, forsaken, or denied,

He met his enemies alone,

In all their malice, rage, and pride.

3 No guile within his mouth is found,
'He neither threatens nor complains;
Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound,

Dumb midst his murderers he remains.

4 But hark! He prays, 't is for his foes;
He speaks, 't is comfort to his friends;
Answers, and Paradise bestows;

He bows his head; the conflict ends.

5 Truly this was the Son of God,

Though in a servant's mean disguise,
And bruised beneath the Father's rod;
Not for himself,-for man he dies.

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Olmutz.

Death of Jesus.

S. M. Doddridge.

1 BEHOLD the amazing sight,
The Saviour lifted high!
Behold the Son of God's delight
Expire in agony!

2 For whom, for whom, my heart,

Were all these sorrows borne ?

LOVE OF JESUS.

Why did he feel that piercing smart,
And meet that various scorn?

3 For love of us he bled,

And all in torture died;

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"T was love that bowed his fainting head, And oped his gushing side.

4 I see, and I adore;

In sympathy of love,

I feel the strong attractive power
To lift my soul above.

5 In thee our hearts unite,

Nor share thy griefs alone;

But from thy cross pursue their flight
To thy triumphant throne.

109. That ye through his poverty C. M. might be made rich.

Dorchester.

Mrs Steele.

1 THEN shone Almighty power and love,
In all their glorious plan,

When Christ descended from above
To dwell with sinful man.

2 To heal the misery below,

The Saviour left the skies;
And sank to poverty and wo,
That wretched man might rise.

3 Adoring angels tuned their songs
To hail the joyful day ;

With rapture then let mortal tongues
Their grateful homage pay.

110, 111. PRAISE FOR REDEMPTION.

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111.

"It is finished." 8's, 7's & 4's M.
Oliphant.

1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary;
See, it rends the rocks asunder,

Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!
It is finished!

Hear the dying Saviour cry.

2 It is finished,-O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford!
Heavenly blessings without measure
Flow to us from Christ, the Lord;
It is finished!

Saints, the dying words record.

3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name;
Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

Praise for Redemption.

Cambridge.

1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne;

C. M.

Watts.

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,
To be exalted thus!

Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply,
For he was slain for us.

3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and power divine;

THE RESURRECTION.

112, 113.

And blessings more than we can give
Be, Lord, forever thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.

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The Resurrection.

Hinton.

11's M.

1 SWEET spices they brought on their star-lighted

way,

And came to the grave by the dawning of day. "But who will the stone from the sepulchre roll ?"

They said, as the tear from their weeping eyes stole.

2 The stone is removed, and the Saviour is gone :Oh hail, ye disciples, this bright Sabbath morn. Lift, lift your glad voices in triumph on high; Your Master has risen, and ye shall not die.

3 May Christ now appear, as to Mary he came, And fill every bosom with piety's flame ;

Then heaven's bright glories we soon shall obtain,

Nor sabbaths so peaceful be useless and vain.

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The Resurrection.

Southampton.

1 ANGELS, roll the rock away,
Death, give up thy mighty prey;
See, he rises from the tomb!
Shining in immortal bloom.

7's M. Scott.