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125 PART II. 8. 8. 6. Chatham, 59.

PAUSE. Denbigh, 54.
Gethsemune. Matt. xxvi. 36-45. 7 The triumphs of thy cross push on,
ITMMANUEL, sunk with dreadful woe, O Christ, wherever sin is known!
1 Unfelt, unknown to all below-

Bid vice and misery begone,
Except the Son of God-

And make the nations all thy own. In agonizing pangs of soul, [bowl, 1 8 The travail of thy soul' demand, Drinks deep of wormwood's bitterest The recompense of all thy woe; And sweats great drops of blood.

From every tribe, and tongue, and land,

Thy praise let all the people know! 2 See his disciples slumbering round, Nor pitying friend on earth is found !

9 Should e'er my love or zeal grow cold, He treads the press alone;

My caution fail, my faith abate, In vain to heaven he turns his eyes,

Let me thy cross, O Christ, behold; The curse awaits him from the skies

That shall new life and love create! His death it must atone.

10 Thy wondrous cross shall be my boast

While in this sinning world I stay; 30 Father, hear! this cup remove;

And when my voice in death is lost, Save thou the darling of thy love

I'll sing it through eternal day!
(The prostrate victim cries)
From overwhelming fear and dread!
Though he must mingle with the dead-

PART IV. 8. 8. 6. Hinton, 266.
His people's sacrifice.'

Jesus crucified. 4 His earnest prayers, his deepening groans,

W HEN with a melting heart I stood Were heard before angelic thrones ;

W Near to a fountain fill'd with blood, Amazement wrapt the sky:

It flow'd a crimson tide; (guess, Go, strengthen Christ!' the Father said:

That sight what stranger's heart can The astonish'd seraph bow'd his head,

Or mind conceive, or tongue express ?And left the realms on high.

"'Twas Jesus crucified. 5 Macie strong in strength, renew'd from 2 But plunged beneath the cleansing flood, Jesus receives the cup as given, (heaven, My heart exclaim'd, Behold, how good And, perfectly resign'd,

The God who loved and died ! Heilrinks the wormwood mix'd with gall, None saves from sin, its guilt, its stains. Sustains the curse,-removes it all,

From death, and everlasting pains, Nor leaves a dreg behind.

But Jesus crucified!

30 let me still this wonder see, PART III. L. M. Antiquity, 331. And cry, He loved and died for n The cross of Christ. T. RIPPON.

And near the cross abide :

Take off my load, and from my heart A ID me, ( Christ, thy cross to sing ! | Bid sin, and guilt, and fear depart, Its sovereign virtues who can tell !

My Jesus crucified.' " It takes a worm defiled with sin,

4 Thousands, besides the dying thief, And makes him meet with God to dwell!

Have in this sight found sweet relief, 2 Brought near thy cross,my soul shall melt,

Feeling the blood applied ;
And flow in streams of joy and grief;

And yet, ten thousand thousands more
For here my sins will all be felt,

Shall share the bliss, and all adore And here's full prospect of relief.

My Jesus crucified.'

| 5 O make my stubborn heart relent! 3 The wrath of God by it 's appeased;

May I of unbelief repent,
His holy law is magnified:

And every sin beside :
Unbending justice is well pleased;

Now tune my heart, my voice, my tongue,
And heaven to earth again allied.

I'll sing, and this shall be my song, 4 In virtue of its untold worth

My Jesus crucified.'
What glories gild the heavenly plains !
What blessings have come down on earth!

PART V. 8.7. Alexandria, 361.
Such as surpass e'en Gabriel's strains !

A view of Christ crucified. ! 5 Around this cross the angels crowd,

T W EET the moments, rich in blessing, Intent new wonders to explore;

Which before the cross I spend, And, raptured, all exclaim, of God

Life, and health, and peace possessing, We never saw so much before !'

From the sinner's dying Friend. $ This cross a sinking world upholds : 2 Here I'll sit for ever viewing

Its power subdues death, hell, and sin ;) Mercy's streams, in streams of blood
High heaven's bright gates it wide un-1 Precious drops ! my soul bedewing.
And ushers happy millions in. (folds, Plead and claim my peace with God.

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3 Truly blessec is this station,

Oh that our souls might burst the shade, Low before his cross to lie;

And, quicken'd by thy death, arise ! While I see divine compassion

7 The rocks could feel thy powerful death, Floating in his languid eye.

And tremble, and asunder part; 4 Here it is I find my heaven,

Oh, rend, with thy expiring breath, While upon the cross I gaze;

The harder marble of our heart !
Love I much? I've more forgiven:
I'm a miracle of grace.

,. M. Paul's, 246. Old Hund. 100. 5 Love and grief my heart dividing,

A dying Saviour. STEELE. With my tears his feet I 'll bathe,

STRETCH'D on the cross, the Saviour Constant still in faith abiding,

N Hark! his expiring groans arise ; [dies Life deriving from his death.

See, from his hands, his feet, his side, 6 May I still enjoy this feeling,

Runs down the sacred crimson tide! In all need to Jesus go;

2 But life attends the deathful sound, Prove his wounds each day more heal! And flows from every bleeding wound And himself more fully know, sing, The vital streain, how free it flows

To save and cleanse his rebel foes ! 125 PART VI. 7's. Saxe Gotha, 496. ¡3 To suffer in the traitor's place. The three mountains.

To die for man, surprising grace!

Yet pass rebellious angels by-

O why for man, dear Saviour, why?
I WHEN on Sinai's top I see
God descend in majesty,

4 And didst thou bleed ?-for sinners bleed? To proclaim his holy law,

And could the sun behold the deed?

No! he withdrew his sickening ray, All my spirit sinks with awe.

And darkness veil'd the mourning day. 2 When, in ecstasy sublime,

5 Can I survey this scene of woe, Tabor's glorious steep I climb, At the too-transporting light,

Where mingling grief and wonder flow Darkness rushes o'er my sight.

And yet my heart unmoved remain,

Insensible to love or pain ? 3 When on Calvary I rest,

6 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart God, in flesh made manifest, Shines in my Redeemer's face,

To warm this cold-this stupid heart Full of beauty, truth, and grace.

Till all its powers and passions move

In melting grief and ardent love. 4 Here I would for ever stay, Weep and gaze my soul away;

M. Canterbury, 199. Trinity, 18 Thou art heaven on earth to ine,

The cross. STENNETI, Lovely, mournful, Calvary.

1 VONDER-amazing sight!-I see

1 Th' incarnate Son of God .M. Babylon's Streams, 23. Expiring on th' accursed tree, Behold the Man, John xix.5.

And weltering in his blood. I VE that pass by, behold the Man,

12 Behold, a purple torrent run 1 The Man of grief, condemn'd for you!

Down from his hands and head, The Lamb of God, for sinners slain !

The crimson tide puts out the sun ; Weeping, to Calvary pursue.

His groans awake the dead. 2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear,

13 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky, With nails they fasten to the wood

Proclaim the truth aloud ; His sacred limbs-exposed and bare,

And with th' amazed centurion, cry, Or only cover'd with his blood.

This is the Son of God!' 8 See there! his temples crown'd with 14 So great, so vast a sacrifice thorns,

May well my hope revive : His bleeding hands extended wide,

If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, His streaming feet transfix'd and torn,

The sinner sure may live.
The fountain gushing from his side! 15 O that these cords of love divine
Thou dear, thou suffering Son of God,

Might draw me, Lord, to thee!
How doth thy heart to sinners move!

Thou hast my heart, it shall be thineSprinkle on us thy precious blood,

Thint it shall ever be ! And melt us with thy dying love!

L. M. Rochford, 22. Peru, 516, The earth could to her centre quake,

Love of Christ constraining. Convulsed when her Creator died;

2 Cor. v. 14, 15. STEELE. Oh, may our inmost nature shake,

SEE, Lord, thy willing subjects bow, And bow with Jesus crucified !

N Adoring low before thy throne: 5 At thy last gasp, the graves display'd Accept our humble, cheerful vow; Their horrors to the upper skies;

Thou art our Sovereign, thou alone.

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2 Beneath thy soul-reviving ray,

7's. East. Hy. 232. Feversham, 220, E'en cold affliction's wintry gloom

The resurrection. 1 Cor. xv. 56. Shall brighten into vernal day, And hopes and joys immortal bloom.

CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,

Sons of men and angels say ! 3 Smile on our souls, and bid us sing,

Raise your joys and triumphs high! In concert with the choir above,

Sing, ye heavens,-and, earth, reply. The glories of our Saviour King, The condescensions of his love.

2 Love's redeeming work is done,

Fought the fight, the battle won : 4 Amazing love! that stoop'd so low,

Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er:
To view with pity's melting eye

Lo! he sets in blood no more.
Vile men, deserving endless woe:
Amazing love!-did Jesus die ?

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,

Christ has burst the gates of hell! 5 He died, to raise to life and joy

Death in vain forbids his rise,
The vile, the guilty, the undone;

Christ hath open'd paradise !
Oh, let his praise each hour employ,
Till hours no more their circles run!

4 Lives again our glorious King;

Where, o death, is now thy sting?' 6 He died !-ye seraphs tune your songs !

Once he died our souls to save; Resound, resound, the Saviour's name,

Where's thy victory, boasting grave?' For nought below immortal tongues Can ever reach the wondrous theme.

15 Soar we now where Christ has led,

Following our exalted Hesd!

Made like him, like him we rise, 140 148th. Resurrection, 72.

Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. The resurrection. DODDRIDGE.

6 What, though once we perish'd all,

Partners of our parents' fall, VES! the Redeemer rose,

Second life let us receive, 1 The Saviour left the dead,

In our heavenly Adam live. And o'er our hellish foes

17 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven! High raised his conquering head;

Praise to thee by both be given;
In wild dismay

Thee we greet triumphant now,
The guards around

Hail! the Resurrection-thou.
Fall to the ground,
And sink away.

7's. Hart's, 221. Easter Hymn, 232. 2 Lo! the angelic bands

4 Resurrection & ascension. SCOTT. In full assembly meet

1 ANGELS, roll the rock away; To wait his high commands,

A Death, yield up thy mighty prey; And worship at his feet :

See! he rises from the tomb,
Joyful they come,

Glowing with immortal bloom.
And wing their way

From realms of day
To Jesus' tomb.

2 'Tis the Saviour! Angels, raise 3 Then back to heaven they fly

Fame's eternal trump of praise !

Let the earth's remotest bound The joyful news to bear;

Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

esound.nd Hark! as they soar on high,

What music fills the air !
Their anthems say,

3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes,
Jesus, who bled

Now to glory see him rise,
Hath left the dead !

In long triumph up the sky-
He rose to-day.'

Up to waiting worlds on high.

Hallelujah. | 4 Ye mortals ! catch the sound, Redeem'd by him from hell,

4 Heaven displays her portals wide: And send the echo round

Glorious Hero, through them ride! The globe on which you dwell!

King of Glory, mount the throne, -
Transported cry-

Thy great Father's and thy own.
Jesus, who bled,

Hath left the dead,

5 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs ! No more to die.'

Praise, and sweep your golden lyres! 5 All hail, triumphant Lord,

Shout, 0 earth, in rapturous song, Who savest us with thy blood!

Let the strains be sweet and strong Wide be thy name adored,

Hallelujah. Thou rising, reigning God'!

6 Every note with wonder swell,
With thee we rise,

Sin o'erthrown and captived hell!
With thee we reign,

Where is hell's once dreaded king?
And empires gain

Where, o death, thy mortal sting? Beyond the skies.




112 L. M. Bramcoate, 8. New Sab. 122. ( 2 Praise to the Conqueror :

2 Praise to the Conqueror; O tell of his love! Christ's resurrection a pledge of

In pity to mortals he came from above,

who shall rebuild for the tyrant his prison? ours. WALLIN

The sceptre lies broken that fell from his hands; WHEN I the holy grave survey, [lie, His dominion is ended; the Lord is arisen ;

Where once my Saviour deign'd to The helpless shall soon be released from their I see fulfill’d what prophets say,

bands, And all the power of death defy.

Praise the Redeemer, &c. 2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim How weak the bands of conquer'd death :

L. M. Morning Hymn. 398 Sweet pledge, that all who trust his name

Christ's ascension. Ps. xxiv, 7. Shall rise, and draw immortal breath. 3 Our Surety, freed, declares us free,

1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead;

Our Jesus is gone up on high ; For whose offences he was seized ;

The powers of hell are captive led In his release our own we see,

Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. And shout to view Jehovah pleased. 4 Jesus, once number'd with the dead,

2 There his triumphal chariot waits, Unseals his eyes to sleep no more,

And angels chant the solemn lay ;And ever lives their cause to plead,

"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! For whom the pains of death he bore.

Ye everlasting doors, give way.' 5 Thy risen Lord, my soul, behold;

3 Loose all your bars of massy light, See the rich diadem he wears;

And wide unfold the radiant scene; Thou too shalt bear a harp of gold

He claims those mansions as his right :To crown thy joy when he appears.

Receive the King of Glory in. Though in the dust I lay my head, | 4 'Who is the King of Glory, who ?' Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave The Lord, that all his foes o'ercame; My flesh for ever with the dead,

The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, Nor lose thy children in the grave.

And Jesus is the Conqueror's name. UM PART I. C. M. New York, 33. 15 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

IT Comfort to believers. DODDRIDGE. And angels chant the solemn lay; Tye humble souls that seek the Lord,

Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates 1 Chase all your fears away ;

Ye everlasting doors, give way!'
And bow with pleasure down to see 6 'Who is the King of Glory, who ?'
The place where Jesus lay.

The Lord, of boundless power possest, ? Thus low the Lord of Life was brought; The King of saints and angels too: Such wonders love can do!

God over all, for ever blest!
Thus cold in death that bosom lay
Which throbb'd and bled for you.

1146 Part I. 148th. Darwell's, 82. A moment give a loose to grief,

Jesus seen of angels. DODDRIDGE. Let grateful sorrows rise, And wash the bloody stains away

n YE immortal throng With torrents from your eyes.

Of angels round the throne, ? Then dry your tears, and tune your songs,

Join with our feeble song The Saviour lives again;

To make the Saviour known:

On earth ye knew Not all the bolts and bars of death

His wondrous grace; The Conqueror could detain.

His beauteous face i High o'er th' angelic bands he rears

In heaven ye view.
His once dishonour'd head;
and through unnumber'd years he reigns. | 2 Ye saw the heaven-born c
Who dwelt among the dead.

In human flesh array'd,

Benevolent and mild, With joy like his shall every saint

While in the manger laid His empty tomb survey;

And praise to God Then rise with his ascending Lord,

And peace on earth, To realms of endless day.

For such a birth, 144 PART II. P. M. Miriam's Song.

Proclaim'd aloud.
Death conquered. GROSER.

K. | 3 Ye, in the wilderness,
PRAISE the Redeemer, almighty to save; Beheld the tempter spoil'd
I Inmanuel has triumph'd o'er Death and the

Well known in every dress,
Sing, for the door of the dungeon is open,

In every combat foil'd:
The Captive came forth at the dawn of the day:

And joy'd to crown How vain the precautions! the signet is broken;

The victor's head, The watchmen in terror bave fed far away.

When Satan fled Praise the Redeemer, &c,

Before his frown.

4 Around the bloody tree

8 Anon he bursts the gates of death, Ye press'd with strong desire,

Subdues the tyrant's power ; That wondrous sight to see,

They saw th' illustrious Conqueror rise The Lord of life expire;

And hail'd the blessed hour.]
And, could your eyes

1 9 They brought his chariot from above, Have known a tear,

To bear him to his throne; cried Had dropp'd it there

Clapp'd their triumphant wings, and In sad surprise.

THE GLORIOUS WORK IS DONE.' 5 Around his sacred tomb

10 My soul the joyful triumph feels, A willing watch ye keep,

And thinks the moments long Till the blest moment come

Ere she her Saviour's glory sees,
To rouse him from his sleep;

And joins the rapturous song.)
Then roll'd the stone,
And all adored

L. M. Lofty Praise, 408.
Your rising Lord,
With joy unknown.

The exalted Saviour. STEELE, 6 When all array'd in light

I NOW let us raise our cheerful strains, The shining Conqueror rode,

And join the blissful choir above; Ye hail'd his rapturous flight

There our exalted Saviour reigns, Up to the throne of God;

And there they sing his wondrous love And waved around

2 While seraphs tune th' immortal song, Your golden wings,

O may we feel the sacred flame;
And struck your strings

And every heart and every tongue
Of sweetest sound.

Adore the Saviour's glorious name! 7 The warbling notes pursue,

3 Jesus, who once upon the tree And louder anthems raise:

In agonizing pains expired: While mortals sing with you

Who died for rebels-yes, 't is he! Their own Redeemer's praise:

How bright! how lovely! how admired! And thou, my heart,

4 Jesus, who died that we might live,With equal flame,

Died in the wretched traitor's place,
And joy the same,

O what returns can mortals give
Perform thy part.

For such immeasurable grace?

5 Were universal nature ours, PART II. C. M. Poland.

And art, with all her boasted store;

Nature and art, with all their powers, Jesus seen of angels.

Would still confess the offerer poor! 1 DEYOND the glittering starry skies, 16 Yet, though for bounty so divine D Far as th' eternal hills,

We ne'er can equal honours raise ; There, in the boundless worlds of light,

Jesus, may all our hearts be thine, Our dear Redeemer dwells.

And all our tongues proclaim thy praise! 2 Immortal angels, bright and fair, In countless armies shine!

1 0 L. M. Simeon, 357. Langdon, 217. At his right hand, with golden harps,

The humiliation, exaltation, and They offer songs divine.

triumphs of Christ. WATTS. 3 [ Hail! PRINCE,' they cry, 'for ever hail, I THE mighty frame of glorious grace, Whose unexampled love

1 That brightest monument of praise Moved thee to quit those glorious realms That e'er the God of love design'a, And royalties above.'

Employs and fills my labouring mind. 4 And whilst he stoop'd on earth to dwell, 2 Begin, my soul, the heavenly song,And suffer'd rude disdain,

A burden for an angel's tongue: They cast their honours at his feet,

When Gabriel sounds these awful things, And waited in his train.

He tunes and summons all his strings. 5 In all his toils and dangerous paths 3 Proclaim inimitable love! They did his steps attend,

Jesus, the Lord of worlds above, Oft paused, and wonder'd how at last | Puts off the beams of bright array, This scene of love would end.

And veils the God in mortal clay. 6 [And when the powers of hell combined 4 He that distributes crowns and thrones, To fill his cup woe,

Hangs on a tree, and bleeds and groans : Their pitying eyez beheld his tears

The Prince of Life resigns his breath; In bloody anguish flow.]

The King of Glory bows to death, 7 As on the tort'ring tree he hung, 5 But see the wonders of his power ! And darkness veil'd the sky,

He triumphs in his dying hour; They saw, aghast, that awiul sight,

And while by Satan's rage he fell, The LORD OF GLORY DIE!

He dash'd the rising hopes of hcl.

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