4 Many hands conspired to wound him;
None would interpose to save;
But the heaviest stroke that found him
Was the stroke that justice gave.
5 Mark the sacrifice appointed;

See who bears the awful load?
"Tis the Word, the Lord's Anointed,
Son of man and Son of God.

6 Lamb of God, for sinners wounded, Sacrifice which cancels guilt,

None shall ever be confounded

Who on thee their hopes have built.

228.

7s & 4.

Calvary.

G. E. HEAD.

1 HARK! from yonder mount arise
Notes of sadness-Jesus dies!
On the cross the Lord of lords
Love for guilty man records;
Sinner, sinner,

Hear your dying Saviour's words.
2 "Mortal, for your guilt I die, -
Guilt that dared your God defy;
Blood for you I freely give;
Death I taste that you may live;
Will you, sinner,

Free salvation now receive?"

229.

C. M.

Death on the Cross.

EPIS. COL.

1 FROM whence these direful omens round, Which heaven and earth amaze?

And why do earthquakes cleave the ground? Why hides the sun his rays?

2 Well may the earth astonished shake,
And nature sympathize,

The sun, as darkest night, be black;
Their Maker, Jesus, dies!

3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree,
His all-atoning blood:

Is this the Infinite? 'tis he,
My Saviour and my God.

4 For me these pangs his soul assail ;
For me this death is borne;

My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed every thorn.

5 Let sin no more my soul enslave;
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain;

O, save me, whom thou cam'st to save,
Nor bleed nor die in vain.

230

L. M.

STENNETT.

Christ expiring upon the Cross.

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! this his dying groan
Shall sins of deepest hue atone,

And millions be redeemed from death
By Jesus' last, expiring breath.

3 "Tis finished! - Heaven is reconciled,
And all the powers of darkness spoiled;
Peace, love, and happiness, again
Return, and dwell with sinful men.

4 "Tis finished! -let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round:
"Tis finished!-let the triumph rise,
And swell the chorus of the skies.

231.

S. M.

WATTS.

Christ suffering for our Sins.

1 LIKE sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God,

Each wandering in a different way,
But all the downward road.

2 How dreadful was the hour

When God our wanderings laid,
And did at once his vengeance pour,
Upon the Shepherd's head!

3 How glorious was the grace,

When Christ sustained the stroke!
His life and blood the Shepherd pays,
A ransom for the flock.

4 But God shall raise his head
O'er all the sons of men,
And let him see a numerous seed,
To recompense his pain.

5 "I'll give him," saith the Lord,
"A portion with the strong:
He shall possess a large reward,
And hold his honors long."

232.

L. M.

WATTS.

Death and Resurrection 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 Ye saints, approach! — the anguish view Of him who groans beneath your load; He gives his precious life for you;

For you he sheds his precious 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 Father'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 Deliverer reigns; Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, And led the tyrant Death in chains.

6 Say, "Live forever, glorious King,

Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask, "O Death, where is thy sting? And where thy victory, boasting Grave?"

Resurrection of Christ.

1 MORNING breaks upon the tomb;
Jesus scatters all its gloom;

Day of triumph! through the skies,
See the glorious Saviour rise.
2 Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade;
Drive your anxious cares away;
See the place where Jesus lay.
3 Christian, dry your flowing tears;
Chase your unbelieving fears;
Look on his deserted grave;
Doubt no more his power to save.

Resurrection of Christ.

1 ANGELS, roll the rock away;
Death, yield up thy mighty prey:
See! he rises from the tomb
Rises with immortal bloom.

COLLYER.

GIBBONS.

2 'Tis the Saviour; seraphs, raise
Your triumphant shouts of praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3 Lift, ye saints, lift up your eyes;
Now to glory see him rise;
Hosts of angels on the road
Hail and sing th' incarnate God.
4 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs,
Praise him with your golden lyres;
Praise him in your noblest songs;
Praise him from ten thousand tongues.

235.

7s.

Resurrection of Christ.

CUDWORTH.

1 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say;

Raise your songs of triumph high;
Sing, ye heavens, and, earth, reply.

2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won;
Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ hath opened Paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King;
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once he died our souls to save;
Where thy victory, boasting Grave?

5 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head:
Made like him, like him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

236.

H. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Resurrection of Christ.

1 YES, the Redeemer rose;
The Saviour left the dead,

And o'er our hellish foes

High raised his conquering head:

In wild dismay,

The guards around

Fall to the ground,

And sink away.

2 Behold, th' angelic bands
In full assembly meet,
To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet:

With joy they come,

From realms of day

And wing their way To Jesus' tomb.

3 Then back to heaven they fly,
The joyful news to bear:
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the air!

Their anthems say,

"The Lord, who bled,

Hath left the dead;

He rose to-day."