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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 !
With palms and scattered garments strowed. 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die !
O’er captured death and conquered sin. 3 Ride on, ride on in majesty !
The wingéd squadrons of the sky
To see th' approaching sacrifice. 4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh ;
Expects his own anointed Son ! 234. C. H. M.
The Agony in Gethsemane.
When but his Father's eye
On that dread agony ;
The heavens might well grow dim,
To thus o'ershadow him ;
The very depths of human woe.
The mists that hang o’er parting life
All darkened round his head;
Yet passed it not, that cup, away.
Had sunk beneath his tread ;
Had yielded up its dead;
A gift of strength, for man to die. 5 And was his mortal hour beset
With anguish and dismay ?
In the dark, narrow way?
“ Save, or we perish, Son of God.” 235.
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 ;
Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame ? Onward, like thee, through scorn and dread,
May we our Father's call obey,
236. L. M.
STENNETT, Christ suffering on the Cross. 1 "'T IS finished !” — so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bowed his head and died :
The battle fought, the victory won. 266'T is finished!” - all that Heaven foretold
By prophets in the days of old ;
That kings and prophets never knew. 3“'T is finished !” – Son of God, thy power
Hath triumphed in this awful hour;
That life to us was death to thee.
Be heard through all the nations round;
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 sudden trembling shakes the ground. 2 Here 's love and grief beyond degree ; .
The Lord of glory dies for men !
Jesus, the dead, revives again !
The tomb in vain forbids his rise ;
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”;
And “ Where thy victory, boasting grave ? " 238. 75. M.
Jesus dissipates its gloom !
See the glorious Saviour rise !
Chase those unbelieving fears ;
Doubt no more his power to save.
Triumph in the scattered shade ;
See the place where Jesus lay.
Shedding radiance o'er the spheres ;
Chase the terrors of the night.
The glories of our rising King ;
How Jesus triumphed when he fell.
Brings on the third, th' appointed day,
3 With strength immortal forth he comes,
And power and life from God resumes ;
His triumph shall for ever last.
The glories of your rising Lord ;
Who died, and conquered when he fell. 240.
Of Moses and the Lamb ;
To praise the Saviour's name.
Ascending with our tongue ;
And grace inspire our song.
Ye ransomed sinners, sing ;
In Christ, the Heavenly King.
“ Ye blessed children, come !"
To our eternal home.
His endless praise proclaim,
Of Moses and the Lamb. 241.
Resurrection of Christ.
Sons of men and angels say ;