5 "My blood, I thus pour forth, he cries,
To cleanse the soul in sin that lies;
In this the covenant is seal'd,

And heaven's eternal grace reveal'd.

6 With love to man this cup is fraught,
Let all partake the sacred draught:
Through latest ages, let it pour,
In mem❜ry of my dying hour."

119.

JOHN xiii. 34, 35.

1 THE heart of Christ with love o'erflow'd,

love spoke in ev'ry breath; Supreme it reign'd through all his life,

and triumph'd in his death.

2 And see! this new command he gives to those who love his name:

That they should one another love, as he had loved them.

3 By all his love to us he seeks

our selfish hearts to move:
This proof of love to him demands,
that we each other love.

4 O! be the sacred law fulfill'd
in every act and thought;
Each angry passion far remov'd,
each selfish view forgot.

5 And ever may his grateful friends,
when they his suff'rings view;

Hear his bless'd words, " Each other love, as I have loved you."

120.

JOHN xiv. 1—7.

1 LET not your hearts, with anxious thoughts,

be troubled or dismay'd; But trust in Providence divine,

and trust my gracious aid.

2 I to my Father's house return;
there num'rous mansions stand,
And glory manifold abounds
through all the happy land.

3 I go your entrance to secure,
and your abode prepare;
Regions unknown are safe to you,
when I, your friend, am there.

4 Your place prepar'd, I thence shall come
to take home with me;

you

There we shall meet to part no more, and still together be.

5 I am the way, the truth, the life, no son of human race,

But such as I conduct and guide, shall see my Father's face.

121.

JOHN xiv. 25-28.

1

You

now must hear my

voice no more,

my Father calls me home;

But soon from heaven, the Holy Ghost,

your Comforter, shall come.

2 That heavenly Teacher, sent from God, shall your whole soul inspire;

Your minds shall fill with sacred truth,
your hearts with sacred fire.

3 My peace I leave you; peace the world nor gives, nor can destroy,

Peace that shall comfort you through life, and bless you when you die.

4 Fear not, though, in this scene of guilt, dangers beset your path;

For I the world have overcome,

and triumph over death.

122.

JOHN Xvii. 24.

10 for a sweet inspiring ray,

To animate our feeble strains,

From the bright realms of endless day,
The blissful realms where Jesus reigns.

2 Immortal glories crown his head,

While tuneful hallelujahs rise,
And love, and joy, and triumph, spread
Through all the assemblies of the skies.

3 There shall at last his servants come,
With rapture all his glory see,
His Father's house shall be their home,
And with him they shall ever be.

4 Such his last prayer for them when here, About to suffer for their sake;

The prize is won which cost so dear,
And they shall of his joy partake.

5 Christians lift up your eyes on high,
In Christ behold your bliss begun:
Join with the seraphs of the sky,
To sing the triumphs he hath won.

123.

MAT. xxvi. 42.

1 "FATHER divine," the Saviour cried,
While horrors press'd on ev'ry side,
And prostrate on the ground he lay,
"Remove this bitter cup away.

2 But if these pangs must still be borne,
Or helpless man be left forlorn;
I bow my soul before thy throne,
And say, thy will not mine be done."

3 Thus our submissive souls would bow,
Lie like our meek Redeemer, low;
Our hearts, and not our lips alone,
Would say, thy will not ours be done.

124.

MAT. xxvii. 35-51.

1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind,

nail'd to the shameful tree;

How vast the love that him inclin'd
to bleed and die for thee.

2 Hark how he groans, while nature shakes,
and earth's strong pillars bend;
The temple's veil, in sunder breaks,

the solid marbles rend.

3 'Tis finish'd, now the ransom's paid, receive my soul, he cries;

See how he bows his sacred head,

he bows his head and dies.

4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, and in full glory shine;

O Lamb of God! was ever pain, was ever love like thine.

125.

MAT. xxvii. 46.

1 My Saviour! didst thou die for me,

For me send forth that mournful cry; With bleeding heart, thy wounds I see, Prepar'd at thy command to die.

2 By thy dread anguish on the cross, When darkness hid thy Father's face, Rich in thy temporary loss,

We now enjoy the day of grace.

3 And now I see thy glorious throne,

The sun through clouds ascends the skies; Thy love made sinners' griefs thy own, And in thy glory we rejoice.

4 'Midst all the splendours of thy reign, Think on the sorrows thou hast felt; Nor let a mourner weep in vain,

For whom thy precious blood was spilt.

5 While through earth's darkest gloom I tread,,

Dart to my soul a cheering ray;

And on the confines of the dead,

Thy power as Lord of life display.