6 None but your Sovereign and their Goc. Your Maker must sustain the load, HG 21. C. M. Watts. The Brazen Serpent's Antitype. IGH on the cross the Saviour hung, High in the heaven he reigns! Here sinners by th' old serpent stung, Look, and forget their pains. 2 When God's own Son is lifted up, The Jews behold the glorious hope, 22. C. M. Hart. Fellowship with Christ in his sufferings. Phil. iii. 10. When darkness seiz'd the Lord of light, 2 Forth from the garden, fully tried, 3 Nail'd to the cross through hands and feet, To make his sufferings quite complete,- 4 Through nature's works the woes he felt, The hardest things could break, or melt, 5 Lord, thou hast paid the mighty debt, But he knows nothing of it yet, 6 O, cause this flinty heart to melt! 23. C. M. Stennett. The Converted Thief Luke xxiii. 42. AS on the cross the Saviour hung, And wept, and bled, and died, He pour'd salvation on a wretch 2 His crimes, with inward grief and shame, Then turn'd his dying eyes to Christ, 3 Jesus, thou Son and heir of heaven! 4 'Yet quickly from these scenes of woe, 5 Amid the glories of that world, 6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears, ADAM, our father and our head, Transgress'd, and justice doom'd us dead; The fiery law speaks all despair; There's no reprieve nor pardon there, 2 But O, unutterable grace! The Son of God takes Adam's place, Down to our world the Saviour flies, Stretches his arms, and bleeds, and dies. 3 Justice was pleas'd to bruise the God, And pay its wrongs with heavenly blood: What unknown racks and pangs he bore! Then rose; the law could ask no more. 4 Amazing work! look down, ye skies, Wonder and gaze with all your eyes; Ye heavenly thrones stoop from above, And bow to this mysterious love. 5 Triumph and reign, victorious Lord, By all the flaming hosts ador'd; And say. dear Conqueror, say how long, Ere we snall rise to join their song? 6 Send down a chariot from above, With fiery wheels and pav'd with love, Raise us beyond th' etherial blue, To sing and love as angels do. 25. C. M. Anon. Lord, remember me. Luke xxiii. 42, JESUS, thou art the sinner's friend, Now in the bowels of thy love, 2 Remember thy pure word of grace, 3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God, Whilst thou art sitting on thy throne, 4 Howe'er forsaken or distress'd, Howe'er afflicted here on earth, 5 I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile, Then in thy all-abounding grace, 6 And when I close my eyes in death, Then, O my dear Redeemer, God! 26. L. M. Watts. Christ's dying, rising, and reigning. HL. Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two, For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood! 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men! But, lo! what sudden joys we see! Jesus the dead revives again! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb, Up to his Father's courts he flies; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies! 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high your great Deliverer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster, death, in chains! 6 Say, 'live for ever, wondrous King, 'Born to redeem, and strong to save!' Then ask the monster, 'Where's thy sting?" And where's thy victory, boasting grave?" 27. S. M. The weight of Guilt. ITH Satan, Christ had fought, Wand conquer'd like a God; Upon the raging billows walk'd, "And calm❜d them by a word :2 But when my guilt had leave To rest upon his head, It made his sacred bosom heave, And forc'd out streams of blood. 3 Trembling I see him kneel, And hear his ardent prayer, 4 O let it pass away From thy beloved Son! 28. S. M. Christ's agony improved. DID Christ the Saviour kneel, And bleed, and pray for me? And shall this bosom nothing feel? My Saviour! can it be? 2 O melt it into grief, To penitential woe! Speak, and expel my unbelief, 29. S. M. The Saviour's agony. HE knelt, the Saviour knelt, In sad Gethsemane ; Who can describe the pangs he felt 2 And as he knelt, he bled, The drops fell to the ground: Sinner, behold that spotless head With streams of sorrow drown'd. 3 Who can forbear to kneel, When Christ the Saviour knelt? Hard is the heart that cannot feel, The heart that will not melt. |