4 He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear. the mental ray;
And, on the eyes oppress'd with night,
To pour celestial day.

5 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And, with the treasures of his grace,
Tenrich the humble poor.

6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And Heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

135 (1st P.) L. M. Leeds 19. Rowles 73.

Christ's Transfiguration, Matt, xvii. 4,

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

What transport pours o'er all our breast, And charms our cares and woes to rest! 2 With thee in the obscurest cell

.'1 On some bleak mountain would I dwell,
Rather than pompous courts behold,
And share their grandeur and their gold.i
3 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.

4 On Tabor, thus his servants view'd
His lustre, when transform'd he stood;
And, bidding earthly scenes farewell,
Cried, Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell!
5 Yet still our elevated eyes

To nobler visions long to rise;
That grand assembly would we join

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.

I

DR. DODDRIDGE.

135 (2d P.) 8.8.6. Hinton 266. Chatham 59.

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Gethsemane, Matt. xxvi. 36-45,

TMMANUEL, sunk with dreadful 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,
The curse awaits 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 cries)
From overwhelming fear and dread!
Tho' he must mingle with the dead
His people's sacrifice.

4 His earnest prayers, his deep'ning groans,
Were heard before angelic thrones;
Amazement wrapt the sky;

Go, strengthen Christ! the Father said:
The astonish'd seraph bow'd his head,
And left the realms on high.

5 Made strong in strength, renew'd from heav'n, Jesus receives the cup as giv'n,

And, perfectly resign'd,

He drinks the wormwood mix'd with gall,
Sustains the curse,-removes it all,-

Nor leaves a dreg behind.

135 (3d P.) L. M. Pell Street 306,

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The Cross of Christ.

AL me, O Christ, thy cross to sing!
Its sovereign virtues who can tell!

It takes a worm defil'd with sin,

And makes him meet with. God to dwell!
2 Brought near the cross, my soul shall melt,
And flow in streams of joy and grief;
For here my sins will all be felt,
And here's full prospect of relief!

3 The wrath of God by it's appeas'd;
His holy law is magnified;
Unbending justice is well pleas'd;
And heaven to earth again allied.
4 In virtue of its untold worth

What glories gild the heavenly plains!
What blessings have come down on earth!
Such as surpass e'en Gabriel's strains!
5 Around this cross the angels crowd,
Intent new wonders to explore;
And, raptur'd, all exclaim-Of God
We never saw so much before!

6 This cross a sinking world upholds;
Its power subdues death, hell, and sin;
High heaven's bright gates it wide unfolds,
And ushers happy millions in.

PAUSE. Denbigh 54.

7 The triumphs of thy cross push on, O Christ, wherever sin is known! Bid vice and misery begone,

And make the nations all thy own!

8 The "travail of thy soul" demand
The recompense of all thy woe;
From every tribe, and tongue, and land
Thy praise let all the people know

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RECOLLECTION.

9 Should e'er my love or zeal grow cold,
My caution fail, my faith abate,.
Let me thy cross, Ŏ Christ, behold ;
That shall new life and love create!

10 Thy wond'rous cross shall be my boast
While in this sinning world I stay;
And when my voice in death is lost,
I'll sing it thro' eternal day!
Edinburgh, Feb, 22, 1822.

THOMAS RIPPON.

135 (4th P.) 8. 8. 6. Hinton 266. Chatham 59.

Jesus crucified.

1 WHEN with a melting heart I stood

Near to a fountain fill'd with blood,

It flow'd a crimson tide;

That sight what stranger's heart can guess
Or mind conceive, or tongue express?
'Twas Jesus crucify'd.

2 But, plung'd beneath the cleansing flood,
My heart exclaim'd, Behold, how good,

The God who lov'd and died!

None saves from sin, its guilt, its stains,
From death, and everlasting pains,
But Jesus crucify'd.

3 0 let me still this wonder see,

And cry, He lov'd and died for me,
And near the cross abide :

Take off my load, and from my heart
Bid sin, and guilt, and fear depart,
My Jesus crucify'd.

4 Thousands, besides the dying thief,
Have in this sight found sweet relief,
Feeling the blood apply'd';

• This amiable and endearing Young Minister, whose Talents could be surpassed by his Piety only, with a composure more than human, sweetly fell asleep in Jesus, June 3, 1825, in the thirty-fourth year of his age.

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And yet, ten thousand thousand more
Shall share the bliss, and all adore, 2
My Jesus crucify'd.

5 O make my stubborn heart relent,
May I of unbelief repent,
And every sin beside:

Now tune my heart, my voice, my tongue,
I'll sing, and this shall be my song,

My Jesus crucify'd,

136 L. M. Bab, Streams 23. Green's Hund, 89 Behold the Man, John xix. 5.

1 YE that pass by, behold the man!

The man of grief, condemn'd for you!

The Lamb of God, for sinners slain!
Weeping, to Calvary pursue.

2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear,
With nails they fasten to the wood-
His sacred limbs expos'd and bare,
Or only cover'd with his blood.

3 See there! his temples crown'd with thorns,
His bleeding hands extended wide,
His streaming feet transfix'd and torn,
The fountain gushing from his side!
4 Thou dear, thou suffering Son of God,
How doth thy heart to sinners move!
Sprinkle on us thy precious blood,
And melt us with thy dying love!
5 The earth could to her centre quake,
Convuls'd, when her Creator died;
Oh, may our inmost nature shake,
And bow with Jesus crucified!

6 At thy last gasp, the graves display'd
Their horrors to the upper skies;

Oh, that our souls might burst the shade,
And, quicken'd by thy death, arise!