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Father.-JOHN i. 14.

HEN, on Sinai's top, I sce
God descend in majesty,

To proclaim His holy law,
All my spirit sinks with awe.

2 When, in ecstasy sublime,
Tabor's glorious steep

climb, At the too transporting light, Darkness rushes o'er my sight.

3 When on Calvary I rest,

God, in flesh made manifest,
Shines in my Redeemer's face,
Full of beauty, truth, and grace.

4 Here I would for ever stay,

Weep and gaze my soul away:
Thou art heaven on earth to me,
Lovely, mournful Calvary.

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also in Christ Jesus.-PHILIP. ii. 5.

YO to dark Gethsemane, [power;
Ye that feel the tempter's
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with Him one bitter hour:
Turn not from His griefs away;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.

2 Follow to the Judgment-hall;
See the Lord of life arraigned:
Oh, the wormwood and the gall!
Oh, the pangs His soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss:
Learn of Him to bear the cross.

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, adoring at His feet,
Mark that miracle of time,—

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Who... offered up prayers ... with
strong crying and tears.-HEB. V. 7.
AVIOUR! when, in dust, to Thee
Low we bow the adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes;
Oh! by all Thy pains and woe,
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany.

2 By Thy helpless infant years,
By Thy life of want and tears,
By Thy day of sore distress
In the savage wilderness,
By the dread mysterious hour
Of the insulting tempter's power;
Turn, O turn a favouring eye,
Hear our solemn litany.

3 By the sacred grief that wept

O'er the grave where Lazarus slept;
By the boding tears that flowed
Over Salem's loved abode;
By the anguished sigh that told
Treachery lurked within Thy fold;
From Thy seat above the sky,
Hear our solemn litany.

4 By Thine hour of dire despair,
By Thine agony of prayer,
By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn,
By the gloom that veiled the skies
O'er the dreadful sacrifice,
Listen to our humble cry;
Hear our solemn litany.
5 By Thy deep expiring groan,
By the sad sepulchral stone,
By the vault whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God;
O! from earth to heaven restored,
Mighty, re-ascended Lord;
Listen, listen to the cry

Of our solemn litany.

And being in an agony He prayed more earnestly.-LUKE Xxli. 44.

prayed,

When but His Father's eye Looked through the lonely garden's On that dread agony: The Lord of all, above, beneath, Was bowed with sorrow unto death,

[shade,

2 The sun set in a fearful hour;

The stars might well grow dim,
When this mortality had power
Thus to o'ershadow Him!
That He, who gave man's breath
might know

The very depths of human woe. 3 He proved them all-the doubt, the strife,

The faint, perplexing dread;
The mists that hang o'er parting life
All gathered round His head:
And the Deliverer knelt to pray,
Yet passed it not, that cup away.

Amid that wild and savage crew; Nor heard Thy meek imploring cry, Forgive, they know not what they do!"

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Yet we believe the deed was done, Which shook the earth and veiled

Raise Thou our eyes above,

3 With all His sufferings full in view, And woes to us unknown, Forth to the task His spirit flew; 'Twas love that urged Him on. 4 Lord, while Thy matchless sorrows Engage our wondering eyes; [here Teach us our lighter cross to bear, And hasten to the skies.

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Seen of angels.—1 TIM. iii. 16. EYOND the glittering starry Far as the eternal hills, [skies, There, in the boundless world of Our dear Redeemer dwells. [ light, Immortal angels, bright and fair, In countless armies shine; Before Him, in transported lays, They offer songs divine.

3 "Hail, Prince!" they cry, "for ever Whose unexampled love [hail! Moved Thee to quit these glorious And royalties above." [realms, And whilst He stooped on earth to And suffer rude disdain, [dwell, They cast their honours at His feet, And waited in His train.

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He steadfastly set His face to go to Jerusalem.-LUKE ix. 51.

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They did His steps attend;

Oft paused, and wondered how at last
The scene of love would end.
As on the torturing tree He hung,
And darkness veiled the sky,
Amazed, they saw that awful sight,
The Lord of glory die!

They saw him burst the gates of death
And quell the tyrant's power;
And, when the Conqueror arose,
They hailed the blessed hour.

S They thronged His chariot up the skies,

And bore Him to His throne; Then swept their golden harps, and cried,

"The glorious work is done!"

JAMES FANCH. 1776. AND

DANIEL TURNER. 1791.

His sacred blood hath washed our

souls

From sin's polluting stain; His stripes have healed us and His death

Revived our souls again.

5 All we like sheep had gone astray
In ruin's fatal road;

On Him were man's trangressions
He bore the mighty load. [laid,

6 He died to bear the guilt of men,

That sin might be forgiven; He lives to bless them, and defend, And plead their cause in Heaven. 7 O God the Son! who, lowly, came Lost sinners to restore, All glory to Thy holy name; All glory evermore.

WILLIAM ROBERTSON. 1740.