1 O suffering friend of human kind!
How, as the fatal hour drew near,
Came thronging on thy holy mind
The images of grief and fear!

2 Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed,
As the dark vision o'er it came,

And, though in sinless strength arrayed, Turn shuddering from the death of shame? 3 Onward like thee, through scorn and dread, May we our Father's call obey;

Stedfast thy path of duty tread,

And rise, through death, to endless day!

174. L. M.

1 Ride on ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry!
Thy humble beast pursues his road,
With palms and scattered garments strowed.

2 Ride on ride on in majesty!

In lowly pomp ride on to die!

O Christ thy triumphs now begin,
O'er captive death and conquered sin.

3 Ride on ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes,
To see the approaching sacrifice.

4 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh:
Bow thy meek head to mortal pain;
Then take, O Christ, thy power, and reign!

175. C. M.

1 O here, if ever, God of love!
Let strife and hatred cease;
And every heart harmonious move,
And every thought be peace.

2 Not here, where met to think on him
Whose latest thoughts were ours,
Shall mortal passions come, to dim
The prayer devotion pours.

3 No, gracious master, not in vain
Thy life of love hath been;
The Peace thou gav'st may yet remain,
Though thou no more art seen.

4 "Thy kingdom come: we watch, we wait To hear thy cheering call

When heaven shall ope its glorious gate,
And God be all in all.

176. C. M.

1 According to thy gracious word,
In meek humility,

This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember thee.

2 Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember thee.

3 Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember thee?

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, our sacrifice!
I must remember thee:-

5 Remember thee, and all thy pains,
And all thy love to me;

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember thee.

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee,

When thou shalt in thy kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me.

1 "O not for these alone I pray

The dying Saviour said;

Though on his breast that moment lay
The loved disciple's head.

2 Though to his eye that moment sprung
The kind, the pitying tear

For those that eager round him hung,
His words of love to hear.

3 No, not for them alone he prayed,-
For all of mortal race,

Whene'er their fervent prayer is made,
Where'er their dwelling place.

4 Sweet is the thought, when here we meet,
His feast of love to share;
And 'mid the toils of life, how sweet
The memory of his prayer.

178. P. M.

1 Bread of the world in mercy broken!
Wine of the soul, in mercy shed!

By whom the words of life were spoken,
Through whom the soul to sin grows dead!

2 Look on the heart by sorrow broken,
Look on the tears by sinners shed,
And be this feast to us the token
That by thy grace our souls are fed!

1 Ye followers of the Prince of Peace,
Who round his table draw,
Remember what his spirit was,
What his peculiar law.

2 The love which all his bosom filled
Did all his actions guide;
Inspired by love, he lived and taught;
Inspired by love, he died.

3 Let each his sacred law fulfil;
Like his be every mind;

Be every temper formed by love,
And every action kind.

4 Let none who call themselves his friends Disgrace the honoured name,

But by a near resemblance prove
The title which they claim.

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180. S. M.

The Son of God gave thanks
Before the bread he broke :

How high that calm devotion ranks

Among the words he spoke !

Thanks, 'mid those troubled men :

Thanks, in that dismal hour:

This world's dark prince advancing then,
In all his rage and power.

Thanks, o'er that bread's dread sign:
Thanks, o'er that bitter food:

Thanks, o'er the cup that was not wine,
But sorrow, fear, and blood.