Blessed are they that have not seen.-JOHN XX. 29.

saw Thee not when Thou didst | mf 4 We stood not by the empty tomb,

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J. B. DYKES.

(4) HIS DEATH.

(See also Section VIII. (3), The Lord's Supper.')

All the people that came together to that sight..
... smote their breasts and
returned.-LUKE Xxiii. 48.

p1 COME and mourn with me awhile;
See, Jesus calls us to His side:

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O come, together let us mourn :
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

2 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.

3 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.

4 Come, let us stand beneath the cross;
The fountain opened in His side
Shall purge our deepest stains away:
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

5 A broken heart, a fount of tears,
Ask, and they will not be denied ;
A broken heart love's offering is:
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

fp 60 love of God! O sin of man!

Amen.

F. W. Faber (alt.).

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HEN 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.

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

p 3 See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingling down:
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

f 4 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.
I. Watts.

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114 The preaching of the cross.-1 COR. i. 18.

f 1 WE sing the praise of Him who died,

Of Him who died upon the cross;
The sinner's hope let men deride,
For this we count the world but loss.

2 Inscribed upon the cross we see,
In shining letters, 'God is love: '
He bears our sins upon the tree,
He brings us mercy from above.
3 The cross! it takes our guilt away,
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup.
4 It makes the coward spirit brave,

And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes the terror from the grave,
And gilds the bed of death with light.
5 The balm of life, the cure of woe,

The measure and the pledge of love;
The sinner's refuge here below,

The angels' theme in heaven above.
T. Kelly.

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of His cross.-COL. i 20.

Having made peace through the blood

ATURE with open volume stands,

N To spread her Maker's praise abroad;

And every labour of His hands

Shows something worthy of a God.

2 But in the grace that rescued man,
His brightest form of glory shines;
Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn,
With precious blood, in crimson lines.
3 Here His whole Name appears complete;
Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove,
Which of the letters best is writ,
The power, the wisdom, or the love.

4 O the sweet wonders of that cross,
Where Christ my Saviour loved and died!
Her noblest life my spirit draws
From His dear wounds and bleeding side.
cr 5 I would for ever speak His name,
In sounds to mortal ears unknown;
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at His Father's throne.
I. W

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