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4 Saviour, to thee I kneel,
30. C. M. Watts.
Looking on Him whom we pierced. 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,
3 My cruel, my relentless sins,
4 They pull'd the heavy vengeance down
Break, break, my heart! O burst, mine eyes,
5 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul,
31. C. M. Relief Hymns. Christ, the Man of Sorrows. HE Saviour comes! no outward pomp his presence
No earthly beauty shines in him,
2 Rejected and despis'd of men,
3 Yet all the griefs he felt were ours,
4 His sacred blood has wash'd our souls
5 He died to bear the guilt of men,
32. C. M.
Sin the cause of Christ's pains.
WAS it my sin that wounded thee,
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,
4 "Tis sin that blinds the human mind
5 But O, the blood that thou hast shed
Thou murdering sin, falls on thy head,
33. C. M.
WARM was his heart, his faith was sti
Who in rapture cried,
When on his way to martyrdom, 'My Love is crucified.'
2 Warm, also, be my love for Him,
3 Awake, my soul, behold him pierc'd
4 O that, in those dear wounds, my soul
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,
3 Constrain my soul thy sway to own,
4 Sequester'd from the noise and strife,
5 Detach from sublunary joys,
One that would only hear thy voice;
RESURRECTION AND ASCENSION,
Christ's Resurrection and Ascension.
HARK! the herald angels say,
Christ the Lord is risen to-day;'
2 Love's redeeming work is done;
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
4 Lives again our glorious King,
5 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes,
6 Praise him, ye celestial choirs,
Praise, and sweep the golden lyres;
36. L. M. Hart
If ye then be risen with Christ, &e. Col. iii. 1, 2
the Redeemer leaves the
See the triumphant hero rise!
His mighty arms their strength resume,
2 Death has its mortal wound receiv'd; An end of sin is fully made;
Pris'ners of hope are quite repriev'd,
3 Believer! lift thy drooping head,
4 Let all for whom the Lord was slain,
5 Earth's empty toys no more esteem;
37. C. M. Watts.
The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.
H in clay,
Enter'd the iron gates of death,
2 Death is no more the king of dread,
3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
4 There our exalted Saviour reigns,
5 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,