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233. L. M.

MILMAN Christ's Entry into Jerusalem. 1 RIDE on, ride on in majesty!

Hark, all the tribes hosanna cry !
Thy humble beast pursues his road,

With palms and scattered garments strowed. 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty!

In lowly pomp ride on to die !
O Christ, thy triumphs now begin

O’er captured death and conquered sin. 3 Ride on, ride on in majesty !

The wingéd squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes,

To see th' approaching sacrifice. 4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!

Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh ;
The Father, on his sapphire throne,

Expects his own anointed Son ! 234. C. H. M.

The Agony in Gethsemane.
1 HE knelt ; the Saviour knelt and prayed,

When but his Father's eye
Looked, through the lonely garden's shade,

On that dread agony ;
The Lord of high and heavenly birth
Was bowed with sorrow unto death.
2 The sun went down in fearful hour ;

The heavens might well grow dim,
When this mortality had power

To thus o'ershadow him ;
That he who came to save might know

The very depths of human woe.
3 He knew them all, — the doubt, the strife,
The faint, perplexing dread ;

HEMANS. BULFINCH,

The mists that hang o’er parting life

All darkened round his head;
And the Deliverer knelt to pray ;

Yet passed it not, that cup, away.
4 It passed not, though the stormy wave

Had sunk beneath his tread ;
It passed not, though to him the grave

Had yielded up its dead;
But there was sent him, from on high,

A gift of strength, for man to die. 5 And was his mortal hour beset

With anguish and dismay ?
How may we meet our conflict yet

In the dark, narrow way?
How, but through him that path who trod ?

“ Save, or we perish, Son of God.” 235.

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Christ the Sufferer. 1 O, SUFFERING Friend of human kind!

How, as the fatal hour drew near, Came thronging on thy holy mind

The images of grief and fear. 2 Gethsemane's sad midnight scene,

The faithless friends, th' exulting foes, The thorny crown, the insult keen,

The scourge, the cross, before thee rose. 3 Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed,

As the dark vision o'er it came ;
And, though in sinless strength arrayed,

Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame ? Onward, like thee, through scorn and dread,

May we our Father's call obey,
Steadfast thy path of duty tread,
And rise, through death, to endless day.

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STENNETT, Christ suffering on the Cross. 1 "'T IS finished !” — so the Saviour cried,

And meekly bowed his head and died :
"'T is finished !” — yes, the race is run,

The battle fought, the victory won. 266'T is finished!” - all that Heaven foretold

By prophets in the days of old ;
And truths are opened to our view,

That kings and prophets never knew. 3“'T is finished !” – Son of God, thy power

Hath triumphed in this awful hour;
And yet our eyes with sorrow see

That life to us was death to thee.
4. "'Tis finished !” – let the joyful sound

Be heard through all the nations round;
6. 'Tis finished !” let the triumph rise,

And swell the chorus of the skies. 237.

L. M. . Watts. Christ's Dying, Rising, and Reigning. 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 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 !
3 The rising Lord forsakes the tomb ;

The tomb in vain forbids his rise ;
Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies. 4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliverer reigns ;

Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,

And led the monster Death in chains. 5 Say, “ Live for ever, wondrous King !

Born to redeem, and strong to save”;
Then ask the monster, “ Where 's thy sting ? "

And “ Where thy victory, boasting grave ? " 238. 75. M.

COLLTER.
Resurrection of Christ.
1 MORNING breaks upon the tomb !

Jesus dissipates its gloom !
Day of triumph through the skies,

See the glorious Saviour rise !
2 Christians, dry your flowing tears ;

Chase those unbelieving fears ;
Look on his deserted grave ;

Doubt no more his power to save.
3 Ye who are of death afraid,

Triumph in the scattered shade ;
Drive your anxious fears away ;

See the place where Jesus lay.
4 So the rising sun appears,

Shedding radiance o'er the spheres ;
So returning beams of light

Chase the terrors of the night.
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BUTCHER.
Resurrection of Christ.
1 HOSANNA ! let us join to sing

The glories of our rising King ;
Recount his deeds of might, and tell

How Jesus triumphed when he fell.
2 Soon as the morning's early ray

Brings on the third, th' appointed day,
Behold the angel cleave the skies,
Roll back the stone, and Jesus rise

HAMMOND

3 With strength immortal forth he comes,

And power and life from God resumes ;
The days of pain and sorrow past,

His triumph shall for ever last.
4 Hosanna ! sons of men, record

The glories of your rising Lord ;
The triumphs of the Saviour tell,

Who died, and conquered when he fell. 240.

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Song of Moses and the Lamb.
1 AWAKE, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb ;
Wake every heart, and every tongue,

To praise the Saviour's name.
2 Sing, till we feel our heart

Ascending with our tongue ;
Sing, till the love of sin depart,

And grace inspire our song.
3 Sing on your heavenly way,

Ye ransomed sinners, sing ;
Sing on, rejoicing every day

In Christ, the Heavenly King.
4 Soon shall we hear him say,

“ Ye blessed children, come !"
Soon will he call us hence away,

To our eternal home.
5 There shall our raptured tongue

His endless praise proclaim,
And sweeter voices tune the song

Of Moses and the Lamb. 241.

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Resurrection of Christ.
1 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,

Sons of men and angels say ;

CUDWORTE.

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