The crimson tide puts out the sun; 3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky, 4 So great, so vast a sacrifice If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, 39. C. M. Newton. Christ's Sufferings on the Cross. 1 WHEN Jesus hung upon the tree, He fix'd his languid eyes on me, 2 O never till my latest breath He seem'd to charge me with his death, 3 A second look he gave and said, "This blood is for thy ransom paid; 4 With pleasing grief and mournful joy, 40. C. M. Humphrey's Col. Christ's Sufferings on the Cross. 'TWAS in an hour when wrath prevail'd And powr's of darkness rose, A sudden groan my ear assail'd 2 I turn'd, then wonder'd as I stood 3 I knew him, tho' his thorny crown 4 No answer to my voice I heard, When lo! his fainting head he rear'd, 5 "Cease, wretch, from vain inquiry rest; Thy sins have rent my bleeding breast, "And nail'd me to the tree." 6. Trembling I fell, and kiss'd his wounds, I saw him smooth his killing frowns, 7 "Rise, let thy heart its grief compose, 41. L. M. Watts. Christ's Death and Resurrection....Rom. iv. 25 1 HE dies! the friend of sinners dies! Lo, Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 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 blood! 3 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! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb! Up to his Father's court he flies; 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, wond'rous king! "Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the monster, "where's thy sting? "And where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave!" 42. L. M. Steele. Dying love of Christ....2 Cor. v. 14, 15, F 4 He dy'd to raise to life and joy It is Christ that died....Rom. viii. 34. 1 SINNERS rejoice, it's Christ that dy'd; 4 It's Christ that dy'd, it's Christ was slain, Christ's Death and Resurrection....Acts ii. 32...36. 1 COME tune, ye saints, your noblest strains, Your dying, rising Lord to sing; And echo to the heavenly plains, 2 In songs of grateful rapture tell Subdu'd the pow'rs of death and hell, And dying, finish'd all your woes. 3 Then to his glorious throne on high Return'd while hymning angels round, Thro' the bright arches of the sky, The God, the conqu'ring God, resound. 4 Almighty love, victorious pow'r! Not angel-tongues can e'er display The wonders of that dreadful hour, The joys of that illustrious day. 5 Then well may mortals try in vain, In vain their feeble voices raise; Yet Jesus hears the humble strain, And kindly owns our wish to praise. 6 Dear Saviour, let thy wond'rous grace Fill ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue, Till the full glories of thy face Inspire a sweeter, nobler song. 45. 8. 7. Robinson. Gazing on the Cross....Gal. vi. 14. 1 SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, 2 Here I'll sit, for ever viewing Mercy's streams in streams of blood; Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead, and claim my peace with God. 3 Here it is I find my heaven, While upon the lamb I gaze; Here I see my sins forgiven, |