4 Saviour, to thee I kneel,

And humbly seek thy face; O make my frozen bosom feel Thy sanctifying grace.

30. C. M. Watts. Looking on Him whom we pierced. O

THE sharp pangs of smarting pa.n

My dear Redeemer bore,
When knotty whips and piercing thorns

His sacred body tore!
2 But knotty whips, and piercing thorns,

In vain do I accuse;
In vain I blame the Roman bands,

And the more spiteful Jews. 3 My cruel, my relentless sins,

His chief tormentors were; Each of my crimes became a nail,

And unbelief the spear. 4 They pull’d the heavy vengeance down

Upon his guiltless head: Break, break, my heart! O burst, mine eyes,

And let my sorrows bleed.
5 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul,

Till melting waters flow,
And deep repentance drown my eyes
In undissembled woe.

31. C. M. Relief Hymns.

Christ, the Man of Sorrows. TBes peaks his presence nigh;

THE Saviour comes! no outward pomp No earthly beauty shines in him,

To draw the carnal eye.
2 Rejected and despis'd of men,

Behold a man of woe!
Grief was his close companion still,

Through all his life below.

3 Yet all the griefs he felt were ours,

Ours were the woes he bore;
Pangs, not his own, his spotless soul

With bitter anguish tore.
4 His sacred blood has wash'd our souls

From sin's polluted stain;
His stripes have heal'd us, and his death

Reviv'd our hopes again.
5 He died to bear the guilt of men,

That sin might be forgiven;
He lives to bless them, and defend,
And plead their cause in heaven.

32. C. M.
Sin the cause of Christ's pains.
AS it

my sin that wounded thee,

That nail'd thee to the fatal tree,

That shed thy precious blood ?
2 'Twas sin that Christ my Lord betrayed,

'Twas sin that him denied ;
'Twas sin that bow'd his sacred head,

That pierc'd his bleeding side. 3 'Twas sin that wagg’d the head in scorn,

When Christ the Saviour bled;
"Twas sin that laid him in the tomb,

Among the sleeping dead.
4 'Tis sin that blinds the human mind

To all that's right and good, That all the world in fetters binds

Until releas'd by blood.
5 But O, the blood that thou hast shed

Upon Mount Calvary,
Thou murdering sin, falls on thy head,
And slays and buries thee.

33. C. M. Pearce.
My Love is crucified.

WARM was his heart, his faith was sta

say,

When on his way to martyrdom,

• My Love is crucified.'
2 Warm, also, be my love for Him,

Who thus for sinners died;
Long as I live, be this my theme,

• My Love is crucified.
3 Awake, my soul, behold him pierc'd

In hands, and feet, and side;
And while he's in blood immers'd,

*My Love is crucified.'
4 O that, in those dear wounds, my soul

Secure may ever hide, And sing, as changing seasons roll, *My Love is crucified.'

34. L. M. Transposed. Desiring larger Communion with God NOTHING save Jesus

would I know! My friend, and my companion thou • Lord, take my heart-assert thy right,

And put all other loves to flight. 2 Each idol tread beneath thy feet,

And to thyself the conquest get,
Let sin no more oppose my Lord,

Slain by the Spirit's two-edg'd sword. 3 Constrain my soul thy sway to own,

Self will, self righteousness dethrone -
Emptied of earth I fain would be,

Of sin, of self, of all but thee.
4 Sequester'd from the noise and strife,

The lust, the pomp, the pride of life;
Prepar'd for heav'n my noblest care,

And have my conversation there. 5 Detach from sublunary joys,

One that would only hear thy voice;
Larger communion make me prove
With Thee, blest object of my love.

RESURRECTION AND ASCENSION,

35. 7's. Anon.
Christ's Resurrection and Ascension.

Christ the Lord is risen to-day;'
Raise your joys and triumphs high,

Let the glorious tidings fly.
2 Love's redeeming work is done ;

The battle fought, the victory won;
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er,

Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,

Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise, ..

Christ has open’d Paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King,

• Where, O death, is now thy sting?" Once he died our souls to save,

"Where's thy victory, boasting grave? 5 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes,

See the Conqueror mount the skies,
Troops of angels on the road,

Hail and sing th'ascending God. 6 Praise him, ye celestial choirs,

Praise, and sweep the golden lyres;
Praise him in the noblest songs,
From ten thousand thousand tongues.

36. L. M. Hart. If ye then be risen with Christ, &e. Col. m. 1, 2.

; See the triumphant hero rise! His mighty arms their strength resume,

And conquest sparkles in his eyes. 2 Death has its mortal wound receiv'd;

An end of sin is fully made;

Pris'ners of hope are quite repriev'd,

And all the dreadful debt is paid. 3 Believer! lift thy drooping head,

Thy Saviour hath the victory gain'd;
See all thy foes in triumph led,

And everlasting life obtain'd!
4 Let all for whom the Lord was slain,

Give him the purchase of his blood;
Let sin no longer in you reign,

But dedicate your selves to God. 5 Earth's empty

no more esteem;
Your minds from worldly things remove;
Let

your affections rise with him,
And set your hearts on things above.

37. C. M. Walts. The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.

,

That cloth'd himself in clay,
Enter'd the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away.
2 Death is no more the king of dread,

Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,

And spoil'd our hellish foes.
3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,

And to his Father flies,
With scars of honour in his flesh,

And triumph in his eyes.
4 There our exalted Saviour reigns,

And scatters blessings down; Our Jesus fills the middle seat

Of the celestial throne.
5 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,

To reach his blest abode;
Sweet be the accents of your songs

To our incarnate God.