WHEN I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748.

I KNEEL in spirit at my Saviour's cross, Where he in blood expired for his foes: With deepest reverence humbly I adore My dying Lord, who all my sorrows bore. 2 I, sinful worm, with awe before him bow, [view: While I the deep unfathomed mystery Poor man must highly valued be indeed, For whom so great a ransom-price was paid.

3 This blessed truth I firmly will maintain,

That my Creator for my sins was slain:
May this constrain me gladly to obey
And love the Lord who took my sins
away.
John Cennick, 1718-55.

3 The precious flood
Of water and of blood,
Of sin-atoning blood,
Now freely floweth

On him, who Jesus knoweth
As Lord and God. ::

We are redeemed,
Redeemed to endless bliss,
Our souls rejoice at this;
With hearts enlargèd

We see our debt dischargèd,
Our ransom paid. :||:

5 O sing again,

Sing still in higher strain

Unto the Lamb once slain;

Bring for salvation

Praise, thanks, and adoration:
Hallelujah! :||:

Chr. I. La Trobe (from Chr. Gregor).

ALL hail, thou Lamb of God,
Bearing sin's ponderous load:
Thanks for thy agony,
Thy bloody sweat for me,

Thy suffering willingly:
All hail, midst pain and scorn,
Derided, crowned with thorn,
And by the scourges torn:
All hail in purple clad :

Sinners, sinners,
Ah, behold the man.
Sinners, sinners,
Ah, behold the man.

2 Bearing the cross's weight
Thou mountest Calvary's height
I weeping follow thee;
For all is done for me,

For me, thine enemy:

All hail, as in my stead,
Thou, a sin-offering made,

In torments bow'st thy head:
Thanks for thy pierced side:
Sinners, sinners,
All ye who pass by,
Hearken, hearken,
Mark his dying cry.

3 "Tis finished!" Jesus cries,
He bows his head and dies:
The veil is rent in twain,
Burst is the captive's chain,

Man is restored again:
All hail, in death though pale,
Victorious Lamb, all hail;
Then did thine arm prevail:
O glorious sacrifice:
Ever, ever

To thy promised word
Faithful, faithful,

Saviour, God, and Lord.

Chr. I. La Trobe, 1758-1836.

GO to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel 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;
O, the wormwood and the gall:

O, 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.

James Montgomery, 1771-1854.

Me constrain, and rule my whole behaTill I from this world depart: viour, Thus my mortal body I shall nourish, And as thine with holy reverence cherish, Earnestly intent to bear

More of thy blest image here.

3 With a mind from earthly cares divested,

Let me dwell by day and night, Where the body of my Saviour rested: Here I find supreme delight; Here'tis good for me, with pardoned Mary, At his sepulchre in faith to tarry: Thus in blessed fellowship

With my Lord I wake and sleep.

C. L. Brau and Chr. R. von Zinzendorf.

MET around the sacred tomb, Friends of Jesus, why those tears? 'Midst this sad sepulchral gloom

Shall your faith give way to fears?
He will soon, e'en as he said,
Rise triumphant from the dead.
2 Hidden from all ages past
Was the cross's mystery,
Doubts awhile a veil had cast
O'er that first dear family;
Till they saw him, and believed,
And as Lord and God received.
3 Now with tears of love and joy
We remember all his pain,
Sighs and groans, and dying cry;

For the Lamb for us was slain,
And from death our souls to save,
Once for us lay in the grave.
4 Hither, sinners, all repair,

And with Jesus Christ be dead;
All are safe from Satan's snare,
Who to Jesus' tomb have fled;
Here the weary and oppressed
Find a never-ending rest.
5 Wounded Saviour, full of grace,
Hast thou suffered thus for me?
Ah, I hide my blushing face;

How have I requited thee?
Should not I with ardour burn
Some love's token to return?

6 But, alas, the spark how small,
Scarcely seen at all to glow:
Lord, thou know'st how short I fall,
And my growth in grace how slow;

CHRIST Jesus, once to death abased
To cancel our transgression,
Has gained for us, by being raised,
Eternal life's possession;

'Tis this should prompt us to rejoice, And praise the Lord with heart and voice, In singing Hallelujah.

2 How great and wondrous was the strife,
Life was by death assailed;
But Jesus Christ, the Prince of life,
O'er sin and death prevailed;
He triumphed over them in death,
And we are conquerors too by faith
In him, our risen Saviour.

3 This is the day the Lord hath made;
What lively hope it raises:
Let heaven rejoice; let earth be glad,
And join to sing his praises;
For Christ, our everlasting light,
Dispels the clouds of sin's dark night
And all the powers of darkness.
Luther (after a German hymn of the
12th century.)

3 Man's debt has been paid, for man's Surety has died;

God's Lamb has been slain, and his blood been applied; [lost race, Redemption's accomplished for Adam's For Jesus has risen, attesting God's grace. 4 Then bless the great Conqueror with heart and with song;

He now ever liveth, his praises prolong; In us, living Lord, be thy home ever found, [sound. Till earth's Hallelujahs in heaven re3. D. Herrnschmidt, 1675-1723.

THE happy morn is come;
Triumphant o'er the grave,
The Saviour leaves the tomb,
Omnipotent to save:
Captivity is captive led ;
For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
2 Who now accuses them,

For whom their Surety died?
Who now shall those condemn
Whom God hath justified?
Captivity is captive led;
For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
3 Christ hath the ransom paid;
The glorious work is done;
On him our help is laid,

By him our victory won:
Captivity is captive led;

For Jesus liveth, that was dead. 4 Cette all
Thomas Haweis (a), 1732-1820.

141.
T. II.
CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day!
Sons of men, and angels say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high!
Sing, ye heavens; thou earth reply.