1 BEHOLD 126. LUKE Xxiii. 33, 34. upon th' accursed tree, The Lamb of God in agony; 2 Yet see, 'midst all his bitter pains, 3" Father! forgive them," Jesus cries, 4 O! then that heavenly mind he show'd, 5 Unequall'd greatness, grace divine! 6 Pattern sublime, and new to man! 'Twas then the reign of grace began; 7 Wide may thy name, bless'd Lord, extend, And learn to pity and forgive 127. JOHN xix. 30. 1 BEHOLD the Saviour on the cross, a spectacle of woe! See from his agonizing wounds, 2 Till death's pale ensigns o'er his cheek, 3 'Tis finish'd, was his latest voice; these sacred accents o'er, He bow'd his head, gave up the ghost, 4 'Tis finish'd-the Messiah dies 5 'Tis finish'd-all his groans are past; 6 'Tis finish'd-legal worship ends, All old things now are pass'd away, 128. JOHN xix. 41. 1 THE sepulchres, how thick they stand 2 Thither the winding alleys tend, 3 Deep in that damp and silent cell, 4 Yet while I tread the solemn way, My faith that Saviour would survey, 5 I see, I see him leave the tomb, 129. MAT. xxviii. 5, 6. 1 YE humble souls who seek the Lord, chase all your fears away, And bow with pleasure down to see 2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought, such wonders love can do: Thus cold in death that bosom lay which throbb'd and bled for you. 3 But raise your eyes, and tune your songs, the Saviour lives again: Not all the bolts and bars of death, the conqu❜ror could detain. 4 High o'er th' angelic bands he rears, his once dishonour'd head; And through unnumber'd years he reigns, who dwelt among the dead. With joy like his shall every saint, his empty tomb survey; Then rise with his ascending Lord, to realms of endless day. 130. MAT. xxviii. 1. 6. 1 BEHOLD! the earth shakes to its utmost ends, 2 A sight so dread the strongest heart appals, 3" Fear not! I know ye come to seek the Lord, He risen is, according to his word: The morn hath dawn'd of the appointed day, Come see the place where the Redeemer lay.” 4 Ye friends of Jesus, still his tomb draw nigh, 5 Yet while with trembling ye the thunders hear, 131. LUKE xxiv. 1. 1 BLESS'D morning, whose first dawning rays beheld the Son of God Arise triumphant from the grave, and leave his dark abode. 2 Wrapp'd in the silence of the tomb, 3 Hell and the grave combin❜d their force, The Conqu❜ror then, in power arose, and burst their feeble chain. 4 To thy great name, Almighty Lord! And loud hosannahs shall proclaim |