2 Thus doth th' eternal spirit own
And seal the mission of his Son;
The Father vindicates his cause,
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.
3 He dies! the heavens in mourning stood;
He rises, and appears with God:
Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die.
4 Hence and forever from my heart
I bid my doubts and fears depart,
And to those hands my soul resign
Which bear credentials so divine.

221.

L. M.

*DODDRIDGE.

Christ's Transfiguration.

1 WHEN at a distance, Lord, we trace
The various glories of thy face,

What transport pours through all our breast,
And charms our cares and woes to rest!

2 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy;
Raptures divine my thoughts employ;
I see the King of Glory shine,
And feel his love, and call him mine.
3 On Tabor, thus his servants viewed
His lustre, when transformed he stood;
And, bidding earthly scenes farewell,
Cried, Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell.'
4 Yet still our elevated eyes

To nobler visions long to rise;

That grand assembly would we join
Where all thy saints around thee shine:

5 That mount, how bright! those forms, how fair!
"Tis good to dwell forever there!
And death, the envoy of our God,
Shall bear us to that blest abode

222.

L. M.

ANONYMOUS.

Christ's Entrance into Jerusalem.

1 WHAT are those soul-reviving strains
That echo thus o'er Salem's plains?
What anthems, loud and louder still,
Come swelling forth from Zion's hill?
2 Lo! Salem's crowds in chorus sing
Hosanna to their promised King;
The Savior comes! and babes proclaim
The royal honors of his name.

3 Nor these alone their voice shall raise,·
For we will join the song of praise,
And Gentiles, Jews, together own
And hail the heir of David's throne.
4 His name from age to age shall rise
With wider, fuller symphonies,
Till all the earth's unnumbered throng
Unite to swell the choral song:
5 Hosanna in the highest strains!
The mighty Son of David reigns!
All praise to him on earth be given,
And glory crown the song in heaven!'

223.

C. M.

MRS. BARBAuld.

Christ's new Command to his Disciples.
1 BEHOLD where, breathing love divine,
Our dying Master stands!

His weeping followers, gathering round,
Receive his last commands.

2 From that mild Teacher's parting lips
What tender accents fell!

The gentle precept which he gave
Became its Author well

3 Blest is the man whose softening heart Feels all another's pain;

To whom the supplicating eye

Was never raised in vain;

4 'Whose breast expands with generous warmth
A stranger's woe to feel,
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the power to heal.

5 'Peace from the bosom of his God,
My peace to him I give;

And when he kneels before his throne,
His trembling soul shall live.

6 To him protection shall be shown;
And mercy from above
Descend on those who thus fulfil
The perfect law of love.'

224.

C. P. M.

*RICHARDS.

Christ in the Garden.

1 JESUS, bowed down by mighty woe, Unfelt, unknown to all below

Except the Son of God,

In agonizing pangs of soul

Drinks deep from wormwood's bitterest bowl, And sweats great drops of blood.

2 See his disciples slumbering round;
Nor pitying friend on earth is found;
He treads the press alone:

In vain to heaven he turns his eyes;
No respite waits him from the skies;
His death it must atone.

30 Father, hear! this cup remove-
Save thou the darling of thy love,'
The prostrate victim said,

'Yet not my will but thine be done, Should that extend to count thy Son Amid the sleeping dead.'

4 His earnest prayers, his deepening groans, Were heard before angelic thrones; Amazement wrapt the sky.

Go, strengthen Christ,' Jehovah said; Th' astonished seraph bowed his head, And left the realms on high.

5 Made strong in strength renewed from heaven, Jesus receives the cup as given;

Submiss, resigned in all,

He drinks -nor leaves a dreg behind;
And bears away from human kind
The wormwood mixed with gall.

225.

L. M.

The Crucifixion.

MONTGOMERY.

1 THE morning dawns upon the place Where Jesus spent the night in prayer: Through yielding glooms behold his face,Nor form nor comeliness is there.

2 Last eve, by those he called his own Betrayed, forsaken, or denied,

He met his enemies alone,

In all their malice, rage, and pride. 3 No guile within his mouth is found; He neither threatens nor complains; Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound, Dumb midst his murd'rers he remains. 4 But hark!-he prays, 'tis for his foes; He speaks, 'tis comfort to his friends; Answers, and paradise bestows; He bows his head; the conflict ends.

5 Truly this was the Son of God!

Though in a servant's mean disguise, And bruised beneath his Father's rod, Not for himself,- for man, he dies.

226.

C. M.

S. STENNETT

The Same.

1 YONDER-amazing sight! - I see
Th' incarnate Son of God
Expiring on th' accursed tree,
And weltering in his blood.

2 Behold a purple torrent run

Down from his hands and head!
The crimson tide puts out the sun;
His groans awake the dead.

3 The trembling earth, the darkened sky,
Proclaim the truth aloud,

And with th' amazed centurion cry,
'This is the Son of God.'

4 So great

-so vast a sacrifice

May well my hope revive:

If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,
The sinner sure may live.

5 O that these cords of love divine
Might draw me, Lord, to thee!
Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine-
Thine it shall ever be !

227.

L. M.

MRS. STEELE.

The Same.

1 STRETCHED on the cross, the Savior dies; Hark! his expiring groans arise!

See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide!