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1 WHAT works of wisdom, power, and love,
Do Jesus' high commission prove;
Attest his heaven-derived claim,
And glorify his Father's name!

2 On eyes that never saw the day,
He pours the bright celestial ray;
And deafened ears, by him unbound,
Catch all the harmony of sound.
3 Lameness takes up its bed, and goes
Rejoicing in the strength that flows
Through every nerve; and, free from pain,
Pours forth to God the grateful strain.
4 The shattered mind his word restores,
And tunes afresh the mental powers;
The dead revive, to life return,

And bid affection cease to mourn.

5 Canst thou, my soul! these wonders trace,
And not admire Jehovah's grace?
Canst thou behold thy Prophet's power,
And not the God he served adore?



Christ the Pattern of his Followers.
1 OUR dear Redeemer, and our Lord,
We read our duty in thy word;
But in thy life the law appears
Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was thy truth-and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love-and meekness so divine,
We would transcribe, O make us thine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervour of thy prayer:
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy victory too.

4 Be thou our pattern-make us bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own our n
Among the followers of the Lamb.




1 MAKE us, by thy transforming grace,
Dear Saviour, daily more like thee!
Thy fair example may we trace,

To teach us what we ought to be.
2 Oh, how benevolent, and kind!
How mild !-how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.
3 To do his heavenly Father's will
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright.
4 But ah! how blind!-how weak we are!
How frail!-how apt to turn aside!
Lord, we depend upon thy care,
And ask thy Spirit for our guide.



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.
1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
Nailed to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that him inclined
To bleed-and die for me!

2 "My God," he cries-all nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend!
The temple's vail in sunder breaks-
The solid marbles rend!

3 ""Tis finished-now the ransom 's paid-
Receive my soul," he cries;

Behold he bows his sacred head-
He bows his head and dies!

4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine:

O Lamb of God-was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine?


L. M.


1 STRETCHED on the cross, the Saviour dies; Hark! his expiring groans arise!

See, from his hands-his feet-his side,
Descends the sacred-crimson tide!

2 And didst thou bleed-for sinners bleed?
And could the sun behold the deed?
No-he withdrew his cheering ray,
And darkness veiled the mourning day.
3 Can we survey this scene of wo.
Where mingling grief and mercy flow,
And yet our hearts so hard remain,
As not to move with love or pain?
4 Come-dearest Lord, thy grace impart,
To warm each cold, each stupid heart,
Till all our powers and passions move
In melting grief, and ardent love.



It is Finished.

1 'TIS finished;-so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bow'd his head and died:
"Tis finished; yes, the race is run,
The battle fought, the vict'ry won.
2 "Tis finished-all that heav'n decreed,
And all the ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfilled, as was design'd,
In Christ the Saviour of mankind.
3 "Tis finished ;-in his dying groan,
He did for deepest sins atone:

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.



Redemption by the Cross of Christ.

1 BEHOLD the Saviour on the cross,
A spectacle of wo!

See from his agonizing wounds
The blood incessant flow;

2 Till death's pale ensigns o'er his cheek
And trembling lips were spread;
Till light forsook his closing eyes,
And life his drooping head.

3 ""Tis finished" was his latest voice:
These sacred accents o'er,

He bowed his head, gave up the ghost,
And suffered pain no more.

4 'Tis finished-the Messiah dies
For sins, but not his own;
The great redemption is complete,
And death is overthrown.

5 'Tis finished-all his groans are past;
His blood, his pain, and toils,
Have fully vanquished our foes,

And crowned him with their spoils. 6 'Tis finished-ritual worship ends, And Gospel ages run,

All old things now are past away,
A new world is begun.



1 BEHOLD the love, the grace of God,
Display'd in Jesus' precious blood;
Our soul's on fire, it pants to prove
The fulness of redeeming love.

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,
Of Jesus' dying love.

2 Not all the malice of his foes,
His pity could subdue;

"Father! forgive," he meekly prayed,
"They know not what they do."

3 0 what a love was here displayed,
Beyond our utmost thought!

How pure the lessons, how sublime,
In life and death he taught!

4 Let not his sacred truths, by us
Be lost, or misapplied;

Nor let our thoughtless hearts forget
That 'twas for us he died..


L. M.


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

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