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LORD, as to Thy dear Cross we flee,

And plead to be forgiven,

So let Thy life our pattern be,

And form our souls for heaven.

Help us through good report and ill,
Our daily cross to bear,

Like Thee to do our Father's will,
Our brethren's griefs to share.

Let grace our selfishness expel,
Our earthliness refine;

And kindness in our bosoms dwell,
As free and true as Thine.

If joy shall at Thy bidding fly,
And grief's dark day come on,
We in our turn would meekly cry,
Father, Thy will be done.

Kept peaceful in the midst of strife,
Forgiving and forgiven,

O may we lead the pilgrim's life,
And follow Thee to heaven.

Amen.

65 Fifth Sunday in Lent, (Passion Sunday).

THE royal banner is unfurled,

And lo! the Cross is reared on high,

On which the Saviour of the world
Is stretched in cruel agony.

Pierced by the spear, He yielded forth
Water and Blood, a mingled tide,
That so a fount of priceless worth
Might flow for sinners from His side.

Then were the wonders plainly shown,
Which saints of old rejoiced to sing,
How of the tree He made a throne,
Whereon He reigned a gracious King.

Lord, in Thy Cross may we discern
Our only hope, our path to heaven:
And oh! to Thee may sinners turn
With longing eyes to be forgiven.

O God, the blessed Three in One,
From every soul all glory be:
And grant in us there may be won,
Through Thee, the Cross's victory!

Amen.

66

EEP, holy angels, lo! your God
Man's sinful likeness wears;

Upon the bitter Cross of shame

Our sin the Saviour bears.

O Christ, with wondering minds we see
This mighty love of Thine;
Did God consent to suffer thus,
Shall man at pain repine?

No, Saviour, no! Thy blessed Cross
Death's power hath overcome;
To save us not from earthly woe,
But from the eternal doom.

The flesh may shrink, but we submit,
Whate'er our cross may be,

So Thou by grace enable us

To bear it after Thee.

Thy stripes have healed us, and Thy blood
Our guilty stains effaced;
Then may Thy Name by sin of ours
Be never more disgraced.

By Thy blest Passion, to our souls
Fresh grace and hope afford;
That so hereafter we may gain
Thy measureless reward. Amen

67 Sunday next before Easter, (Palm Sunday).

ALL glory, laud, and honour

To Thee, Redeemer, King!
To whom the lips of children
Made sweet Hosannas ring.

All glory, &c

Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David's royal Son,

Who in the Lord's Name comest,

The King and blessèd One.

All glory, &c.

68

The company of Angels
Are praising Thee on high,
And mortal men, and all things
Created make reply.

All glory, &c.

The people of the Hebrews

With palms before Thee went;
Our praise and prayer and anthems
Before Thee we present.

All glory, &c.

To Thee before Thy Passion
They sang their hymns of praise,
To Thee now high exalted

Our melody we raise.

All glory, &c.

Thou didst accept their praises;
Accept the prayers we bring,
Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.
All glory, &c.

R

IDE on! ride on in majesty !

Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry;

O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road,

With palms and scattered garments strowed.

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.

69

Ride on ride on in majesty!

The angel armies of the sky

Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching Sacrifice.

Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on His sapphire throne
Expects His own anointed Son.

Ride on ! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp, ride on to die;
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, Thy power and reign.

Amen.

HYMNS ON THE PASSION.

NING, my tongue, the Saviour's glory,
Of His Cross the mystery sing;

Lift on high the wondrous trophy,
Tell the triumph of the King;
He, the world's Redeemer, conquers

Death, through death now vanquishing.

Born for us, and for us given,

Son of man, like us below,
He, as man with men abiding,
Dwells, the seed of life to sow;
He, our heavy griefs partaking,
Thus fulfils His life of woe.