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6 That mount how bright! those forms how fair!

'Tis good to dwell for ever there; Come, death, dear envoy of my God, And bear me to that blest abode.

75. L.M.-Christ's submission to his Father's will. Matt. xxvi. 42. I - FATHER divine,” the Saviour cried,

While horrors pressed on every side,
And prostrate on the ground he lay,

• Remove this bitter cup away:
2 “ But if these pangs must still be borne,

“ Or helpless man be left forlorn,
“ I bow my soul before thy throne

“ And say, Thy will, not mine, be done." 3 Thus our submissive souls would bow,

And, taught by Jesus, lie as low;
Our hearts, and not our lips alone,

Would say, “ Thy will, not our's, be done." 4 Then, though like him in dust we lie,

We'll view the blissful moment nigh,
Which, from our portion in his pains,
Calls to the joy in which he reigns.

L.M.-The disciples forsaking Christ when betrayed.

Matt. xxvi. 56.
1 BEHOLD the Son of God's delight;

His smiles how sweet! his rays how bright! A friend of tenderness unknown;

To the last breath he lov'd his own.
2 But lo, his friends, his brethren dear,

Fled when they saw his danger near;
And not one generous heart remains

To shield his life, or share his pains. 3 So frail is man; so frail are we,

When unsupported, Lord, by thee;
Thus shrinks our faith; thus droops our love;
And thus our views abortive prove.

4 Blest Jesus, thy own power impart

And bind in cords of love my heart;
The fugitive no more shall fee,
And keep through death its hold on thee.

C.M.-Christ's prayer for his enemies. Luke xxiii. 34.
1 ALOUD I sing the wondrous grace,

Christ to his murderers bare;
Which made the tottering cross its throne,

And hung its trophies there.
2 Father, forgive, his mercy cried,

With his expiring breath,
And drew eternal blessings down

On those who wrought his death. 3 Then may I hope for pardon too,

Though I have pierc'd the Lord,
Blest Jesus, in my favour speak

That all-prevailing word.
4 I knew not what my madness did,

While I remain'd thy foe;
Soon as I saw the wounds were thine,

My tears began to flow.
5 Melted by goodness so divine,

I would its footsteps trace;
And, while beneath thy cross I stand,
My fiercest foes embrace.

78. C.M.-Christ sanctifying himself, that his people may be sanctified. 1 BEHOLD the bleeding Lamb of God,

Our spotless sacrifice!
By hands of barbarous sinners seiz'd,

Nail'd to the cross he dies.
2 Blest Jesus, whence this streaming blood ?

And whence this foul disgrace?
Whence all these pointed thorns, that rend

Thy venerable face?

John xvii. 19.

3 “ I sanctify myself,” he cries,

“ That thou may'st holy be;
Come, trace my life, come, view my death,

“ And learn to copy me.
4 Dear Lord, we pant for holiness,

And inbred si we mourn;
To the bright path of thy commands

Our wandering footsteps turn.
5 Not more sincerely would we wish

To climb the heavenly hill,
Than here with all our utmost power
Thy model to fulfil.


C.M.-Christ crucified.
1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind,

Nail'd to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that him inclin'd

To bleed and die for thee. 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes,

And earth's strong pillars bend, The temple's veil in sunder breaks,

The solid marbles rend. 3 'Tis done; the precious ransom's paid;

" Receive my soul!” he cries, See where he bows his sacred head!

He bows his head and dies. 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain,

And in full glory shine:
O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine!


P.M.-The three Mountains. 1 WHEN on Sinai's top I see

God descend in majesty,
To proclaim his holy law,
All my spirit sinks with awe.

2 When in ecstasy sublime,

Tabor’s glorious height I climb,
In the too-transporting light,

Darkness rushes o'er my sight. 3 When on Calvary I rest,

God in flesh made manifest,
Shines in my Redeemer's face,

Full of beauty, truth, and grace. 4 Here I would for ever stay,

Weep and gaze my soul away;
Thou art heaven and earth to me,
Lovely, mournful, Calvary.


P.M.-Gazing on the Cross. 1 SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,

Which before the cross I spend;
Life, and health, and peace possessing,

From the sinner's dying friend.
Here I'll sit for ever viewing

Mercy's streams in streams of blood,
Precious drops my soul bedewing,

Plead and claim my peace with God. 2 Truly blessed is this station,

Low before his cross to lie,
While I see divine compassion

Floating in his languid eye:
Here it is I find my heaven

While upon the Lamb I gaze;
Love I much? I've much forgiven,
I'm a miracle of

grace. 3 Love and grief my heart dividing,

With my tears his feet I'll bathe, Constant still in faith abiding,

Life deriving from his death;

May I still enjoy this feeling:
In all need to Jesus

Prove his wounds each day more healing,
And himself more deeply know.

P.M.-“ It is finished.” John xix. 30.
1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy,

Sounds aloud from Calvary!
See, it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth and veils the sky!

" It is finish’d!”
Hear the dying Saviour cry!
2 " It is finish’d!" O what pleasure

Do these charming words afford !
Heavenly blessings without measure
Flow to us from Christ the Lord!

“ It is finish'd!"
Saints the dying words record.
3 Finish'd all the types and shadows

Of the ceremonial law!
Finish'd all that God had promis'd;
Death and hell no more shall awe;

" It is finish'd!” Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,

Join to sing the pleasing theme:
All in earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb.

P.M.- The Resurrection of Christ.
1 CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day!

Sons of men and angels say,
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.

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