A bleeding Saviour, seen by faith, To take a glimpse within the vail, In the cross of Christ I glory, NEWTON. Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, Peace is there that knows no measure, BOWRING. 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid, "Receive my soul," He cries; Behold, He bows His sacred head, He bows His head, and dies. But soon He'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine : O Lamb of God, was ever pain, Was ever love like Thine! WESLEY. Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flow'd, Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r. Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to Thy cross I cling; While I draw this fleeting breath, TOPLADY. No condemnation now I dread, Jesus, and all in Him, is mine; Alive in Him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach the eternal throne And claim the crown, through Christ, my own. VIII. THE SUFFERINGS AND HUMILIATION OF JESUS CHRIST. He was wounded for our transgressions.-ISAIAH liii. 5. Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow.-LAM. i. 12. Job xvi. 20-Psalm xxii. 1, 6-8, 11-18-xxxi. 11-xxxv. 11, 12, 15-17-xli. 7, 9-xlii. 7, 10-liv. 3-lv. 12-14-lvi. 5, 6—lvii. 4-lxix. 1, 2, 4, 8-12, 19-21-lxxxvi. 14-lxxxviii. 3, 4, 6-8, 14-18-cix. 2-5, 25-cxl. 9-cxlii. 3, 4-Isaiah 1. 6—lii. 14—liii. -lxiii. 9-Lam. i. 12-iii. 1, 28, 30-Dan. ix. 26. Matt. ii. 13-xiii. 54-57-xvi. 21-xvii. 22, 23-xx. 17-19, 28 -xxi. 37-39-xxvi. 21, 23, 36-50, 55, 56, 59-75-xxvii. 1, 2, 9, 22, 23, 26-50, 57-60-Mark i. 12, 13-xv. 12-37-Luke ii. 12— iv. 1. 2, 13, 22, 24, 28, 29-ix. 30, 31, 58-xi. 53, 54—xiii. 31— xvii. 12-17, 25-xviii. 32, 33-xxii. 37, 41-44-xxiii. 11, 23, 35-37, 39-xxiv. 46, 47-John i. 10, 11-iii. 14, 15-v. 18-vi. 51-vii. 5-7-viii. 59-x. 11, 17-xi. 49-54, 57-xii. 27, 32, 33xiii. 18, 21-xv. 13-xvii. 4-xix-Acts viii. 32-35-xiii. 27-29 -xvii. 2, 3-Rom. iv. 25-v. 6-viii. 3-xv. 3-1 Cor. xv. 3— 2 Cor. v. 21-viii. 9-Gal. i. 4-iii. 13—vi. 14—Eph. v. 2-Phil. ii. 6-8-iii. 10-1 Tim. ii. 6-Tit. ii. 14-Heb. ii. 9, 10, 14-18— iv. 15-v. 7-9-vii. 26, 27—ix. 26-28-xiii. 12—1 Pet. i. 10, 11— ii. 21-24-iii. 18-v. 1-1 John iii. 16-Rev. v. 9. Low in the dim and sultry west Is the fierce sun of Syria's sky; The evening's grateful hour of rest, Its hour of feast and joy is nigh. But He, with thirst and hunger spent, And from the humble well He drinks. On the dark wave of Galilee The gloom of twilight gathers fast, And o'er the waters drearily Sweeps the bleak evening blast. The weary bird hath left the air Still, near the lake, with weary tread, Why seeks not He a home of rest? Why seeks not He the pillow'd bed? Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest, He hath not where to lay His head. Such was the lot He freely chose, RUSSELL. There is a joy-unutterable, deep, Rich, elevating, full, most solemn, and most sweet- It is, Gethsemene, in thy dark shade, ; Joy springs from love-and O, what love is this! |