« AnteriorContinuar »
1 WHAT works of wisdom, power, and love,
2 On eyes that never saw the day,
And bid affection cease to mourn.
5 Canst thou, my soul! these wonders trace,
I. M. WATTS.
Christ the Pattern of his Followers.
2 Such was thy truth-and such thy zeal,
4 Be thou our pattern-make us bear
L. M. STEELE.
1 MAKE us, by thy transforming grace,
To teach us what we ought to be.
Shone through his life divinely bright.
L. M. DODDRIDGE.
Christ's Submission to his Father's Will. 1 "FATHER divine," the Saviour cried, While horrors pressed on every side, And prostrate on the ground he lay, "Remove this bitter cup away.
2 "But if these pangs must still be born, Or helpless man be left forlorn,
I bow my soul before thy throne, And say-thy will, not mine, be done. 3 Thus our submissive souls would bow, And, taught by Jesus, lie as low; Our hearts, and not our lips alone Would say,-Thy will, not ours, be done. 4 Then, though like him in dust we lie, We'll view the blissful moment nigh, Which, from our portion in his pains, Calls to the joy in which he reigns. 110. C. M. PRATT'S COLL.
Death of Christ on the Cross.
2 "My God," he cries-all nature shakes,
3 ""Tis finished-now the ransom 's paid-
Behold he bows his sacred head-
4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine:
O Lamb of God-was ever pain,
1 STRETCHED on the cross, the Saviour dies; Hark! his expiring groans arise!
See, from his hands-his feet-his side,
2 And didst thou bleed-for sinners bleed?
L. M. STENNET.
It is Finished.
1 'TIS finished;-so the Saviour cried,
By this his last expiring breath,
Have millions been redeem'd from death, 4 'Tis finished ;-men are reconciled, And all the powers of darkness spoil'd; Complete salvation is obtained, Eternal life and glory gained.
5 'Tis finished;-let the joyful sound Be heard by all the nations round: 'Tis finished;-let the echo fly,
Through earth below, and worlds on high.
C. M. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.
Redemption by the Cross of Christ.
1 BEHOLD the Saviour on the cross,
See from his agonizing wounds
2 Till death's pale ensigns o'er his cheek
3 ""Tis finished" was his latest voice:
He bowed his head, gave up the ghost,
4 'Tis finished-the Messiah dies
5 'Tis finished-all his groans are past;
And crowned him with their spoils. 6 'Tis finished-ritual worship ends, And Gospel ages run,
All old things now are past away,
L. M. STONE.
1 BEHOLD the love, the grace of God,
2 Our God is love-O, leap each soul, Let warm hosannas gently roll; God gave his Son to save our race, And Jesus died through sov'reign grace. 3 What love has done, sing earth around, Angels prolong th' eternal sound; Lo, Jesus bleeding on the tree! There, there the love of God we see. 4 We look, we gaze-each rebel heart Feels its own hardness soon depart, Repenting tears begin to roll,
And love in streams flows thro' each soul. 5 The cross we view-0 wondrous love! Our sins expire-our fears remove; Our enmity of heart is slain,
We're reconcil'd-we're born again. 115. C. M. EXETER COL.
Reflections on the Death of Christ. 1 WITH warm affection let us view, With pious grief improve,
The solemn and impressive scene,
2 Not all the malice of his foes,
"Father! forgive," he meekly prayed,
3 0 what a love was here displayed,
How pure the lessons, how sublime,
4 Let not his sacred truths, by us
Nor let our thoughtless hearts forget
Death and Resurrection of Christ. 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
2 Ye saints, approach!-the anguish Of him who groans beneath y