3 'Tis finish'd! Aaron now no morc

Must stain his robes with purple gore. The sacred veil is rent in twain,

And Jewish rites no more remain. 4 'T'is finish'd!-man is reconcil'd

To God, and pow'rs of darkness spoil'd. Peace, love, and happiness again

Return and dwell with sinful men. 3 'Tis finish'd!-let the joyful sound

Be heard thro' all the nations round. 'T'is finish’d!—let the echo fly Thro’ heav'n and hell, thró' earth and sky!

P. M. 139.

Finished Redemption.
1
H
ARK! the voice of love and mercy

Sounds aloud from Calvary!
See it rends the rocks asunder,

Shakes the earth, and veils the sky! " It is finish'd!”

Hear the dying Saviour cry!
2 It is finish'd! what pleasure

Do these charming words afford!
Heavenly blessings, without measure,

Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
It is finish'd!-

Saints, the dying words record.
3 Finish'd all the types and shadows

Of the ceremonial law!
Finish'd all that God had promis’d;

Death and hell no more shall awe.
It is finish'd!

Saints from hence your comfort draw, 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,

Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All in earth, and all in heaven,

Join to praise Immanuel's name.
Hallelujah!
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

140. (140.) C. M.

'Joy in the victory of a crucified Saviour.
1
COME, let us lift our voices high,

High as our joys arise;
And join the songs above the sky,

Where pleasure never dies.
2 Jesus, the Lord that fought and bled,

How kind his smiles appear!
What melting, soothing words he says

To ev'ry humble ear?
3 “For you, the objects of my love,

It was for you I died.
Behold my hands, behold my feet,

And look into my side.
4 “ 'These are the wounds for you I bore,

The tokens of my pains,
When I was sent to free your souls

From misery and chains.”
5 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise

For goodness so divine:
O may we ever feel thy grace,
And die to ev'ry sin!

(139.) S. M.
141. Love of Christ to men the Cause of his

suffering · BEHOLD th’amazingsight,

The Saviour lifted high! Behold the Son of God's delight

Expire in agony! ? For whom, for whom, my heart,

Were all these sorrows borne? Why did he feel that piercing smart,

And meet that various scorn? 3 For love of us he bled,

And all in torture died; 'Twas love that bow'd his fainting head, And op'd his gushing side.

In sympachy of love

Let all the earth combine,
And drawn by cords so gentle, prove

The energy divine.
5 In him our hearts unite,

Nor share his griefs alone,
But froin h s cross pursue ibeir flight
To his triumphant throne.

(153.) L. M. 142. Love to the brethren a proper return

to Christ. NW be that sacrifice survey'u;

Which for our souls the Saviour made, While love tu sinners fir'd his heart,

And conquer'd all the killing smart. 2 Blest Jesus, while thy grace I sing,

What grateful iribute shall I bring,
That earth and heav'n and all may sec

My love to him, who died for me? 3 That off'ring, Lord, thy word hath tanghts

Nor be thy new conımand forgot,
That, if their Master's death can move,
Thy servants should each other love.
When on the cross í fix mine eye,
Let ev'ry savage passion die;
And may I ever ready be
To serve, forgive, and love like thee.

(155.) C. M. 143.

Christ unointing his disciples. 1 HARK! 'tis our heav’nly Leader's voice

From the bright realnıs above;
Amidst the war's tumultuous rage,

A voice of pow'r and love.
2“ Maintain the fight, my faithful band,

Nor fear the mortal blow;
He, that in such a warfare dies,
Shall speedy vict'ry know,

3 “I have my days of combat seen,

And in the dust was laid: But now I sit upon my throne,

And glory crowns my head.
* « This throne, this glory you shall share;

My hands the crown shall give;
And you the sparkling honours wear,

While God himself shall live."
5 Lord! 'tis enough, our souls are fir'd

With courage and with love,
Vain are th' assaults of earth and hell;

Our hopes are fix'd above.
6 We'll trace the footsteps thou hast drawn

To triumph and renown;
Nor shun thy combat and thy cross,

May we but share thy crown.
HIS RESURRECTION, ASCENSION,

INTERCESSION, AND GLORY. 144. Christ dying, rising and reigning.

(157.). L. M. 1 Hdies, the friend of sinners dies!

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around. A solemn darkness veils the skies;

A sudden trembling shakes the ground. Come saints, and drop a tear or two,

For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for you,

A thousand drops of richer bloodl! • Here's love and grief beyond degree:

The Lord of glory dies for men! But lo!

-what sudden joys we see! Jesus, the dead, revives again. “The rising God forsakes the tombe

In vain the tomb forbids his rises Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies

5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell,

How high our great Deliv’rer reigns. Sing, how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,

And led the monster, death, in chains. 6 Say: " Live for ever, wondrous King!

Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the monster: "where's thy sting! And where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave!"

(160.) P. M.
145. Christ's Resurrection and Ascension.
1
А.
NGEL, roll the rock away:

Hallelujah!
Death, yield up thy mighty prey.
See, he rises from the tomb,

Glowing in immortal bloom.
2 'Tis the Saviour! angels, raise

Fame's eternal trump of praise.
Let the world's remotest bound

Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 3 Hail! victorious Jesus, hail!

On thy cloud of glory sail
In long triumph through the sky,

Up to waiting worlds on high.
4 Heav'n displays her portals wide:

Glorious hero! thro' them ride.
King of glory! mount thy throne,

Thy great Father's, and thine own. 5 Hosts of heav'n, seraphic fires!

Raptur'd, sweep your sounding lyres
Sons of men! in humbler strain

Sing your mighty Saviour's reign.
6 Ev'ry note v'ith wonder swell;
Sin o'erthrown, and captiv'd hell!

O Death! thy sting?
Where thy terrors, vanquish'd King?

98

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