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Our praise and prayer and anthems
Before Thee we present.
All glory, &c.

To Thee before Thy Passion

They sang their hymns of praise;

To Thee, now high exalted,
Our melody we raise.

All glory, &c.

Thou didst accept their praises,
Accept the prayers we bring,

Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.

All glory, &c. Amen.

75. c. M.

Hosanna! raise the pealing hymn

To David's Son ana Lord! With cherubim and seraphim

Exalt the Incarnate Word.

Hosanna! Lord, our feeble tongue

No lofty strains can raise, But Thou wilt not despise the young

Who meekly chant Thy praise.

Hosanna! Sovereign, Prophet, Priest, How vast Thy gifts, how free!

Thy Blood our life, Thy word our feast, Thy Name our only plea.

Hosanna! Master, lo! we bring
Our offerings to Thy Throne;

"Not gold nor myrrh, nor mortal thing,
But hearts to be Thine own.

Hosanna! once Thy gracious ear

Approved a lisping throng,
Be gracious still and deign to hear

Our poor but grateful song.

O Saviour! if redeemed by Thee

Thy temple we behold, Hosannas through eternity

We'll sing to harps of gold. Amen.

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76. L. M.

When I survey the wondrous Cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ my God,
All the vain things that charm me mosi
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

To Christ, Who won for sinners grace
By bitter grief and anguish sore,
Be praise from all the ransomed race
For ever and for evermore. Amen.

77. 7-6.

O Head! so full of bruises,

So full of pain and scorn;
Midst other sore abuses,

Mock'd with a crown of thorn'
O Head! ere now surrounded

With brightest majesty,
In death once bow'd and wounded,

Accursed on the tree!

Thou countenance transcendent,

Thou life-creating Sun,
To worlds on Thee dependent,

Yet bruised and spit upon 1

O Lord! what Thee tormented
Was our sins' heavy load,

We had the debt augmented
Which Thou didst pay in blood.

And, O! what consolation

Doth in our hearts take place, When we Thy toil and passion

Can joyfully retrace; Ah! should we, while thus musing

On our Redeemer's cross, E'en life itself be losing,

Great gain would be that loss.

We give Thee thanks unfeigned,

O Jesu! Friend in need, For what Thy soul sustained,

When Thou for us didst bleed;
Grant us to lean unshaken

Upon Thy faithfulness,
Until to glory taken

We see Thee face to face. Amen.

78. L. M.

O Come and mourn with me awhile;
O come ye to the Saviour's side;
O come, together let us mourn:
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified!

Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! look how patiently He hangs;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified!

How fast His hands and feet are nailed;
His throat with parching thirst is dried;
His failing eyes are dimmed with blood;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified!

Seven times He spake, seven words of love,
And all three hours His silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified!

Come, let us stand beneath the cross,
So may the blood from out his side
Fall gently on us, drop by blood;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified I

A broken heart, a fount of tears,
Ask, and they will not be denied;
Lord Jesus, may we love and weep,
Since Thou for us art crucified! Amen.

79. c. M.

Behold the Saviour of mankind
Nailed to the shameful tree;

How vast the love that Him inclined
To bleed and die for me.

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