103 W HEN our heads are bowed with woe, 2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, 3 When the sullen death-bell tolls 4 Thou hast bowed the dying head; 5 When the heart is sad within With the sense of all its sin; When the spirit shrinks with fear, 6 Thou the shame, the grief hast known, 104 Ꭱ IDE on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die! O Christ! Thy triumphs now begin O'er captive death and conquered sin ! 2 Ride on! ride on in majesty! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes, To see the approaching sacrifice! 3 Ride on! ride on in majesty! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh; The Father on His sapphire throne Expects His own anointed Son! Ride on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die! 4 105 Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain! HE morning dawns upon the place TH Where Jesus spent the night in prayer: Through yielding glooms behold His faceNor form nor comeliness is there. 2 Last eve, by those He called His own, Betrayed, forsaken, or denied, He met His enemies alone, In all their malice, rage, and pride. 4 No guile within His mouth is found, Dumb 'midst His murderers He remains. He bows His head-the conflict ends. 6 Truly this was the Son of God! Though in a servant's mean disguise, And bruised beneath the Father's rod, Not for Himself-for man He dies. 106 T O the still wrestlings of the lonely heart The virtue of His midnight agony, When none was nigh, Save God and one good angel, to assuage 2 Mortal, if life smile on thee, and thou find 3 Think who did once from heaven to hell descend, So shalt thou dare forego, at His dear call, "O Father! not my will, but Thine be done"So spake the Son. Be this our charm, mellowing earth's ruder noise That we may cling for ever to Thy breast 107 C LEFT are the rocks, the earth doth quake, The slumberers of the grave awake; The temple's veil is rent in twain; For Christ, our sacrifice, is slain, And bears of sin and death the pain. 2 The Mighty One, the Son of God, 3 4 We all, like sheep, have gone astray, O let us cast each vice away, Which thus the Son of God could slay; 5 So may we join the song of love 108 O to dark Gethsemane, Go Ye that feel the tempter's power; Watch with Him one bitter hour: 2 See Him at the judgment-hall, Beaten, bound, reviled, arraigned: Love to man His soul sustained: 3 Calvary's mournful mountain view, Dying on the accursed tree: 4 Early to the tomb repair, Where they laid the breathless clay: Angels kept their vigils there Who hath taken Him away? Christ is risen! He seeks the skies; G |