200

BARBY.

4 O for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

5 Angels, assist our mighty joys;
Strike all your harps of gold;
But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

BEFORE THE CROSS.

7. Allen and W. Shirley.

FRIENDSHIP. 8-7. D.

From Mozart.

END.

I

SWEE

WEET the moments, rich in blessing
Which before the cross I spend ;
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.
Truly blesséd is this station,

Low before his cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Beaming in his gracious eye

2 Here it is I find my heavén,
While upon the cross I gaze;
Love I much? I'm much forgivén;
I'm a miracle of grace.

D.S.

Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Constant still, in faith abiding,

Life deriving from his death.

BENEATH THE CROSS.

201

H. Bonar.

701

MARTYRS. C. M.

Scottish.

202

PPRESSED with noon-day's scorching heat,

OPPT

To yonder cross I flee;

Beneath its shelter take my seat:

No shade like this for me!

2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst-
A fountain sparkling free;
And there I quench my desert thirst;
No spring like this for me!

3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent
Beneath this spreading tree;

Here shall my pilgrim life be spent:
No home like this for me!

4 For burdened ones a resting-place,
Beside that cross I see;

I here cast off my weariness:
No rest like this for me!

DYING TO SIN.

M. Bridges.

A-men.

I

EFORE the cross of him who died

BEFO

Behold I prostrate fall;

Let every sin be crucified

And Christ be all in all.

2 Let every thought and work and word

To thee be ever given;

Then life shall be thy service, Lord,

And death the gate of heaven.

A-men.

204

BARTHOLDY. 7-6. D.
Störl. Arr. Mendelssohn.

I

WHEN human hopes all wither,

And friends no aid supply,

Then whither, Lord, ah! whither
Can turn my straining eye?
'Mid storms of grief still rougher,
'Mid darker, deadlier shade,
That cross where thou didst suffer,
On Calvary was displayed.

2 On that my gaze I fasten,
My refuge that I make;

Though sorely thou may'st chasten,
Thou never canst forsake.
Thou on that cross didst languish
Ere glory crowned thy head!

And I, through death and anguish,
Must be to glory led.

THE LORD IS RISEN.

C. Wesley.

A-men.

NUREMBURG. 75.

From a German Choral.

I CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day:

He endured the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.

205

2 Lo! he rises, mighty King!
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Lo! he claims his native sky!
Grave, where is thy victory?

3 Sinners, see your ransom paid,
Peace with God forever made:
With your risén Saviour rise;
Claim with him the purchased skies.

4 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day:
Loud the song of victory raise;
Shout the great Redeemer's praise.

OUR PASSOVER.

Tr. R. Campbell.

A-men.

2 How Judah's Lion burst his chains,
And bruised the serpent's head;
And cried aloud, through death's domains,
To wake th' imprisoned dead.

3 Right gloriously he triumphs now
To him all power is given;

To him in one communion bow
All saints in earth and heaven.

4 And we, as these his deeds we sing,
His soldiers, him implore,

Within his palace bright to bring
And keep us evermore.

A-men.

JE

Death! thy sting is gone for ever!
He who deigned for me to die
Lives, the bands of death to sever.
He shall raise me with the just:
Jesus is my Hope and Trust.

2 Jesus lives and reigns supreme;
And, his kingdom still remaining,
I shall also be with him,
Ever living, ever reigning.

God has promised; be it must:
Jesus is my Hope and Trust.

3 Jesus lives, and by his grace
Victory o'er my passions giving,
I will cleanse my heart and ways,
Ever to his glory living.

Me he raises from the dust:
Jesus is my Hope and Trust.

4 Jesus lives! I know full well,

Nought from him my heart can sever;
Life, nor death, nor powers of hell,
Joy, nor grief, henceforth, forever.
None of all his saints is lost;
Jesus is my Hope and Trust.