The rocks could feel thy powerful death,
And tremble, and asunder part;
Oh, rend, with thy expiring breath,
The harder marble of our heart!
WHITEFIELD'S COLLECTION.
8 O love of unexampled kind!
Leaving all mortal thought behind; [height,
Where length, and breadth, and depth, and
Are lost to our astonish'd sight!
L. M. Dresden 178. Paul's 246.
TRETCH'D on the cross, the Saviour dies,
Hark! his expiring groans arise;
See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide!
2 But life attends the deathful sound,
And flows from ev'ry bleeding wound;
The vital stream, how free it flows
To save and cleanse his rebel foes!
3 To suffer in the traitor's place,
To die for man, surprising grace!
Yet pass rebellious angels by-
O why for man, dear Saviour, why?
4 And didst thou bleed?-for sinners bleed?
And could the sun behold the deed?
No! he withdrew his sickening ray,
And darkness veil'd the mourning day.
5 Can I survey the scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow,
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love or pain?
6 Come, dearest Lord! thy grace impart
To warm this cold, this stupid heart,
Till all its powers and passions move
In melting grief and ardent love.
*See Hymns on Redemption and the Lord's Supper, viz. 69-76, and 472-490,
138 C. M. Canterbury 199. Tunbridge 103.
The Attraction of the Cross, John xii. 32.
ONDER-amazing sight!—I see
Th' incarnate Son of God
Expiring on th' accursed tree,
And welt'ring 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 dark'ned sky,
Proclaim the truth aloud;
And, with the amaz'd 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 Oh, 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 ! DR. S. STENNETT.
139 L. M. Rochford 22. Redemption 243. The dying Love of Christ constraining to thankful Devotion, 2 Cor. v. 14, 15.
1 SEE, Lord, thy willing subjects bow,
Adoring low before thy throne:
Accept our humble, cheerful vow;
Thou art our sovereign, thou alone.
2 Beneath thy soul-reviving ray,
E'en cold affliction's wintry gloom
Shall brighten into vernal day,
And hopes and joys immortal bloom.
3 Smile on our souls, and bid us sing
In concert with the choir above,
The glories of our Saviour king,
The condescensions of his love.
4 Amazing love! that stoop'd so low,
To view with pity's melting eve
Vile men, deserving endless woe:
Amazing love!--did Jesus die?
5 He died, to raise to life and joy
The vile, the guilty, the undone;
Oh, let his praise each hour employ,
Till hours no more their circles run!
6 He died!-ye seraphs, tune your songs!
Resound, resound, the Saviour's name,
For nought below immortal tongues
Can ever reach the wond'rous theme.
140 148th. Resurrection 72.
The Resurrection of Christ, Luke xxiv. 34.
1 YES! the Redeemer rose,
The Saviour left the dead,
And o'er our hellish foes
High rais'd his conquering head;
In wild dismay
The guards around
Fall to the ground;
And sink away.
2 Lo! the angelic bands
In full assembly meet
To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet:
Joyful they come,
And wing their way
From realms of day
To Jesus' tomb.
3 Then back to heaven they fly i
The joyful news to bear;
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the air!
Their anthems say,
Jesus, who bled,
Hath left the dead!
He rose to-day.
4 Ye mortals! catch the sound,
Redeem'd by him from hell,
And send the echo round
The globe on which you dwell!
Transported, cry-
Jesus who bled,
Hath left the dead,
No more to die.
5 All hail, triumphant Lord,
Who sav❜st us with thy blood!
Wide be thy name ador'd,
Thou rising, reigning God!
With thee we rise,
With thee we reign,
And empires gain
Beyond the skies. DR. DODDRIDGE.
141 7s. Easter Hymn 232. Feversham 220. The Resurrection, 1 Cor. xv. 56.
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.
2 Love's redeeming work is done,→
Fought the fight, the battle won:
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er:
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise,
Christ hath open'd paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious king!
Where, O death! is now thy sting?
Once he died our souls to save;
Where's thy victory, boasting grave?
5 Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted head!
Made like him, like him we rise, Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 6 What, tho' once we perish'd all, Partners of our parents' fall, Second life let us receive,
In our heavenly Adam live.
7 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to thee by both be given!
Thee we greet triumphant now,.
Hail! the Resurrection-Thou.
142 7s. Hart's 221, Easter Hymn 232.
The Resurrection and Ascension,
1 ANGELS! roll the rock away!
Death! yield up thy mighty prey!
See! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom. Hallelujah.
2 "Tis the Saviour! Angels, raised
Fame's eternal trump of praise!
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes!
Now to glory see him rise,
In long triumph, up the sky-
Up to waiting worlds on high.
4 Heaven displays her portals wide! Glorious hero, thro' them ride! King of Glory! mount the throne,
Thy great Father's and thy own.
5 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs!"
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres!
Shout, O earth, in rapt'rous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong!
6 Every note with wonder swell,
Sin o'erthrown, and captiv'd hell!
Where is hell's once dreaded king?
Where, O death, thy mortal sting?
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