142 8th P. M. 87, 87, 47. It is finished. ARK! the voice of love and mercy Hsounds aloud from Calvary; See! it rends the rocks asunder, Hear the dying Saviour cry. Saints, the dying words record. Glory to the bleeding Lamb. 143 "TIS His dying cry. L. M. IS finish'd! so the Saviour said, And meekly bow'd his dying head: "Tis finish'd! yes, the race is run; The battle fought; the vict'ry won. 2 'Tis finish'd! let the joyful sound Be heard the spacious earth around: 'Tis finish'd let the echo fly Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky. 144 'TIS The atonement completed. L. M. IS finish'd! the Messiah dies,- 2 'Tis finish'd! all the debt is paid; The precious promises are seal'd; 5 Death, hell, and sin are now subdued; 145 Glorying only in the cross. WHEN 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. 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. 3 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? 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. 146 Godly sorrow at the cross. C. M. LAS! and did my Saviour bleed? 2 Was it for crimes that I have done, 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When Christ, the mighty Maker, died, For man, the creature's sin. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away,— "Tis all that I can do. 147 A Glory to the dying Lamb. LL glory to the dying Lamb, C. M. While angels live to know thy name, 2 With this cold stony heart of mine, Jesus, to thee I flee; And to thy grace my soul resign, 30 may the uncorrupted Seed THE RESURRECTION AND ASCENSION OF JESUS CHRIST. 148 Dying, rising, reigning. L. M. HE E dies! the Friend of sinners dies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground: And shout him welcome to the skies. And led the monster death in chains: Born to redeem, and strong to save; Then ask the monster, Where's thy sting? And, Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave? 149 THE Easter Sunday. C. M. HE Lord of Sabbath let us praise, Who, joyful in harmonious lays, 2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee, By hymns of praise we learn to be 3 On this glad day a brighter scene By the eternal Word, than when This universe was made. 4 He rises, who mankind has bought, With grief and pain extreme: 'Twas great to speak the world from naught; 'Twas greater to redeem. 150 THE Paradise opened. HE Sun of righteousness appears, Adore the Scatt'rer of your fears,— Your rising Sun adore. C. M. 2 The saints, when he resign'd his breath, He breaks again the bands of death,- 3 Alone the dreadful race he ran, Alone the wine-press trod; He dies and suffers as a man, He rises as a God. 4 In vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Forbid an early rise To Him, who breaks the gates of hell, 151 S. M. Joy from the certainty of His resurrection. THE Lord is risen indeed; The grave hath lost its prey; With him shall rise the ransom'd seed, |