ALETTA. 78.

W. B. BRADBURY.

185,

MONTGOMERY.

“ Follow his steps." 1 Pet. 2 : 21. YO to

Goto that feet the tempter's power!

Your Redeemer's conflict see,

Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away,

Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall,

View the Lord of life arraigned ;
Oh, the wormwood and the gall !

Oh, the pangs his soul sustained !
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;

Learn of him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;

There, adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,

God's own sacrifice complete :
“It is finished,” hear him cry ;

Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb

Where they laid his breathless clay :
All is solitude and gloom ;-

Who hath taken him away?
Christ is risen ! he meets our eyes :
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

HASTINGS. C. L. M.

T. HASTINGS.

186.

Luke 24 : 1-9.

HASTINGS. OW calm and beautiful the morn

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Where once the Crucified was borne,

And veiled in midnight gloom !
Oh, weep no more the Saviour slain,

The Lord is risen-he lives again!
2 Ye mourning saints, dry every tear

For your departed Lord,
“ Behold the place, he is not here!”

The tomb is all unbarred;
The gates of death were closed in vain,

The Lord is risen-he lives again.
3 Now cheerful to the house of prayer,

Your early footsteps bend ;
The Saviour will himself be there,

Your Advocate and Friend ;
Oh, weep no more your comforts slain,
The Lord is risen-he lives again !

187.

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ES, the Redeemer rose ;

And o'er our hellish foes

High raised his conquering head :
In wild dismay, the guards around

Fall to the ground, and sink away.
2 Lo! the angelic bands

In full assembly meet,
To wait his high commands,

And worship at his feet :
Joyful they come, and wing their way

From realms of day to Jesus' tomb.
3 Then back to heaven they fly,

And the glad tidings bear;
Hark! as they soar on high,

What music fills the air !
Their anthems say : “ Jesus who bled

Hath left the dead, he rose to-day.”
4 Ye mortals, catch the sound

Redeemed by him from hell;
And send the echo round

The globe on which you dwell :
Transported cry: “Jesus who bled
Hath left the dead, no more to die.”

TRURO. L. M.

CHAS. BURNEY.

188.

“ Who is this King of glory." Ps. 24.

C. WESLEY

Our Jesus is gone up on high ;
The powers of hell are captive led,

Dragged to the portals of the sky.
2 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold th' ethereal scene :
He claims these mansions as his right;

Receive the King of glory in.
3 Who is the King of glory—who?

The Lord who all our foes o'ercame ;
Who sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew :

And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.
4 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay:
“Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates !

Ye everlasting doors, give way!
5 Who is the King of glory-who?

The Lord, of boundless power possessed ;
The King of saints and angels, too,

God over all, forever blest!
189.
“ I am the way."

CENNICK

He whom I fix my hopes upon ;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.

2 This is the way I long had sought,

And mourned because I found it not;
Till late I heard my Saviour say,

“Come hither, soul, I am the way.”
3 Lo, glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb,

Wilt take me, guilty as I am :
Nothing but sin I thee can give;

Nothing but love shall I receive.
4 Now will I tell to sinners round

How dear a Saviour I have found :
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, “ Behold the way to God.”

FEDERAL STREET. L. M.

H, K. OLIVER.

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