DEATH OF CHRIST.

HYMN 185. L. M. [b]

Death of Christ.

1 HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies! Lo, Salem's daughters weep around, A solemn darkness veils the skies,

A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree; The Lord of glory dies for men ; But, lo, what sudden joys we see,— Jesus, the dead, revives again

3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and say, How high your great Deliverer reigns; Sing how he rose to endless day,

And led the tyrant Death in chains :

4 Say, Live forever, glorious King,

Born to redeem, and strong to save! Then ask the monster, Where's thy sting, And, Where's thy victory, boasting grave?

HYMN 186. C. M. [b]

Sufferings and Death of Christ.

1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Jesus die?

Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When Christ, the great Redeemer, died
To save a world from sin.

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes in tears.

5 But floods of tears can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,-
"Tis all that I can do.

HYMN 187. C. M. [b]

Christ's Death and Exaltation.

1 YE humble souls, who seek the Lord,
Chase all your fears away,
And bow with transport down to see
The place where Jesus lay.

2 His life for us he freely gave,—
Such wonders love can do:
Thus cold in death that bosom lay,
Which throbbed and bled for you.

3 A moment give your hearts to grief,
And mourn your Saviour slain;

Then dry your tears, and tune your songs,—
The Saviour lives again!

4 With cheerful hope may every saint
The vale of death survey ;
Then rise with his ascending Lord
To realms of endless day.

HYMN 188. L. M. [# or b]

Where Jesus bled.

1 FROM tribulation's gloomy vale,

Where Jesus bowed, where Jesus bled, The suffering, conquering Lamb of God Shall lift on high his glorious head.

2 For rebel man the Saviour died;
For man he burst the rocky tomb,
And oped by death a door of hope,
That enters on the world to come.

3 The bow, the sword, the sting of death,
Christ Jesus' death has turned away;
And Achor's vale, this vale of tears,
Now beams with everlasting day.

HYMN 189. C. M. [b]

Fountain opened.

1 THERE is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day:

O may I there, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed of our God
Be saved, to sin no more.

4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream,
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5 But when this lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the

grave,

Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save.

HYMN 190. C. M. [bor #]

Riches of the Cross.

1 WITH strange surprise the cross I view,
Where Jesus for me died,
And ask myself, If this be true,
What can I want beside?

2 Give me the victories of that cross,
My soul shall ask no more;
I count all other things but dross,
And this my heavenly store.

3 Riches on earth take wings and fly,
And earthly honours fade:

I have my treasures placed on high;
The cross my honour made.

4 O had I Gabriel's tongue, to sing
The honours of my Lord,
To tell the victories of my King,
And all his love record!

HYMN 191. L. M. [#]

It is finished.

1 'Tis finished! so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bowed his head, and died.
"Tis finished! yes, the race is run,
The battle fought, the victory won.

2 "Tis finished! all that heaven decreed,
And all the ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfilled, as was designed,
In Christ, the Saviour of mankind.

3 'Tis finished! Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore:
The sacred veil is rent in twain,
And Jewish rites no more remain.

4 "Tis finished! let the joyful sound

Be heard through all the nations round:
'Tis finished! let the echo fly

Through heaven, and earth, and sea, and sky.