6 Trembling I fell, and kiss'd his wounds,
And wip'd the gore away;
I saw him smooth his killing frowns,
And heard him gently say;
7" Rise, let thy heart its grief compose,
Thy Saviour will forgive;
"He feels the burden of thy woes, "And dies to bid thee live."
Christ's Death and Resurrection....Rom. iv. 25.
E 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 Come, Saints, and drop a tear or two For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood! 3 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! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb! Up to his farther's court he flies; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies! 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great deliv'rer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster, death, in chains! 6 Say" live forever, wond'rous king! "Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the monster," where's thy sting? ส And where's thy victory, boasting grave??
Dying Love of Christ....2 Cor. v. 14. 15.
SEE,
EE, Lord, thy willing subjects bow,
Adoring low before thy throne;
Accept our humble, cheerful vow ;
Thou art our Sov'reign, thou alone.
2 Beneath thy soul-reviving ray,
E'en cold affliction's wintry gloom
Shall brighten into vernal day,
And hopes and joys immortal bloom
3 Smile on our souls, and bid us sing,
In concert with the choir above,
The glories of our Saviour king,
The condescension of his love.
4 He dy'd, to raise to life and joy
The vile, the guilty, the undone :
O, let his praise each hour employ,
'Till hours no more their circles run!
5 He dy'd!-ye seraphs, tune your songs!
Resound the Saviour's sacred name,
For nought below immortal tongues
Can ever reach the wond'rous theme.
It is Christ that died....Rom. viii. 34.
INNERS rejoice, its Christ that dy'd; Behold the blood flows from his side, To wash your souls and raise you high, To dwell with God above the sky.
2 Its Christ that dy'd, O love divine! Here mercy, truth, and justice shine; God reconcil'd, and sinners bought With Jesus's blood-how sweet the thought! 3 Its Christ that dy'd, a truth indeed, On which my faith would ever feed:
Nor let the works that I perform
Be nam'd to swell an haughty worm.
4 Its Christ that dy'd, its Christ was slain,
To save my soul from endless pain;
Its Christ that dy'd, shall be my theme,
While I have breath to praise his name.
Christ's Death and Resurrection....Acts ii. 32-36.
COME tune, ye saints, your noblest strains,
Your dying, rising Lord to sing;
And echo to the heav'nly plains,
The triumphs of your Saviour, king.
2 In songs of grateful rapture tell
How he subdu'd your potent foes;
Subdu'd the pow'rs of death and hell,
And dying, finish'd all your woes.
3 Then to his glorious throne on high
Return'd while hymning angels round,
Thro' the bright arches of the sky,
The God, the conqu'ring God, resound.
4 Almighty love, victorious pow'r!
Not angel-tongues can e'er display
The wonders of that dreadful hour,
The joys of that illustrious day.
5 Then well may mortals try in vain,
In vain their feeble voices raise;
Yet Jesus hears the humble strain,
And kindly owns our wish to praise.
6 Dear Saviour, let thy wond'rous grace
Fill ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue,
'Till the full glories of thy face
Inspire a sweeter, nobler song.
45. 8. 7. Robinson.
Gazing on the Cross....Gal. vi. 14.
WEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend!
Life and health, and peace possessing
From the sinner's dying friend.
2 Here I'll sit, forever viewing
Mercy's streams in streams of blood;
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.
3 Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the lamb I gaze;
Here I see my sins forgiven,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
4 May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go;
Prove his blood each day more healing,
And himself more deeply know.
46 L. M. Wallin.
Christ's Resurrection....Matt. xxviii. 6.
WHEN I the lonely tomb survey,
WHEN
Where once my Saviour deign'd to lie,
I see fulfill'd what prophets say,
And all the pow'r of death defy.
2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim,
How weak the bands of conquer'd death;
Sweet pledge! that all who trust his name,
Shall rise and draw immortal breath!
[3 Our surety, freed, declares us free,
For whose offences he was seiz'd;
In his release, our own we see,
And shout to view Jehovah pleas'd.]
4 Jesus, once number'd with the dead,
Unseals his eyes to sleep no more;
And ever lives their cause to plead,
For whom the pains of death he bore.
5 Thy risen head, my soul, behold!
See the rich diadem he wears;
Thou too shalt bear an harp of gold,
To crown thy joy when he appears.
Tho' in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My flesh forever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.'
47. L. M. Hart.
Christ's Resurrection....Matt. xxviii 5. 6
1 UPRISING from the silent tomb,
See the victorious Jesus come!
Th' Almighty Captive quits the pris'n,
And angels tell "the Lord is ris'n."
2 Ye mourning saints, no longer grieve;.
Hear the glad tidings and believe;
God's holy law is satisfy'd,
And justice now is on your side.
3 When ye in guilt's dark dungeon lay, Mercy cry'd spare," and justice, "slay;" But Jesus answer'd, "Set them free, Forgive their guilt, and punish me," 4 Your surety now before your God
Pleads the rich ransom of his blood;
No new demand, no bar remains,
But mercy all triumphant reigns.
5 Belivers, bless your risen head,
The first-begotten from the dead,
Your resurrection's sure thro' his,
To endless life and boundless bliss.
Joseph my Son is yet alive....Gen. xlv. 26:
E mourning souls, dry up your tears, Dismiss your gloomy, groundless fears; And let your hearts with this revive, That Jesus Christ is yet alive.
2 His saints he loves, and never leaves; The chief of sinners he receives;
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