1 IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds new lustre to the day.
Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. 310
1 SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend;
Life, and health, and peace possessing
From the sinner's dying Friend:
Here alone I find my heaven,
Humbly on the Lamb to gaze;
Feel how much has been forgiven,
To his own eternal praise!
Here I'll spend my latest breath;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need, to Jesus go,
Prove each day his wounds more healing,
And himself more deeply know!
1 LIFT your glad voices in triumph on 2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy,
For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die.
Vain were the terrors that gathered around him,
The being he gave us death cannot destroy. [morrow, Sad were the life we must part with toIf tears were our birthright, and death were our end;
Jesus hath cheered the dark valley
of sorrow,
And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend.
Lift, then, your voices in triumph on
And short the dominion of death and the But
grave;
[that bound him,
He burst from the fetters of darkness
Resplendent in glory, to live and to save.
Loud was the chorus of angels on
high,-
[shall not die."
"The Saviour hath risen, and man
For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.
4 What, though parted from our ght, 4 And, when fall the shades of night
Far above yon starry height;
Thither our affections rise, Following him beyond the skies.
Brandenburg, 1653
"I know that my Redeemer liveth."
1 JESUS, my Redeemer, lives,
Christ, my trust, is dead no more; In the strength this knowledge gives Shall not all my fears be o'er? 2 Close to him my soul is bound
In the bonds of hope enclasped; Faith's strong hand this hold hath found, And the rock hath firmly grasped. Jesus, my Redeemer, lives,
And his life I soon shall see:
Bright the hope this promise gives,
Where he is, I, too, shall be.
On the path we tread below, Take us to the fields of light, Where the living waters flow.
The Way, the Truth, the Life.
1 THOU art the way;- to thee alone From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek
Must seek him, Lord, in thee.
The Shepherd of the Fold.
1 THERE is a little lonely fold,
Whose flock one Shepherd keeps,
Through summer's heat and winter's cold,
With eye that never sleeps.
2 Thou art the truth;- thy word alone 2 By evil beast, or burning sky,
True wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst instruct the mind,
And purify the heart.
3 Thou art the life; the rending tomb
Proclaims thy conquering arm;
And those who put their trust in thee,
'Not death nor hell shall harm.
4 Thou art the way, the truth, the life; -4
Grant us to know that way,
That truth to keep, that life to win,
Which leads to endless day.
Or damp of midnight air,
Not one in all that flock shall die
Beneath that Shepherd's care.
For if, unheeding or beguiled,
In danger's path they roam,
His pity follows through the wild,
And guards them safely home.
0 gentle Shepherd, still behold
Thy helpless charge in me;
And take a wanderer to thy fold,
Who trembling turns to thee.
J. G. WHITE
He that hath seen me hath seen the Father.
1 O LOVE! O Life! our faith and sight
Thy presence maketh one:
As, through transfigured clouds of white,
We trace the noon-day sun,-
2 So, to our mortal eyes subdued,
Flesh-veiled, but not concealed,
We know in thee the fatherhood
And heart of God revealed.
3 We faintly hear, we dimly see,
In differing phrase we pray:
But, dim or clear, we own in thee
The Light, the Truth, the Way.
1 Lo, what a precious Corner-Stone
The Jewish builders did refuse!
But God hath built his church thereon,
And bless'd the Gentiles with the Jews.
2 Great God, the work is all divine,
Praise for his Loving-Kindness.
1 AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing the great Redeemer's praise:
He justly claims a song from me
His loving-kindness, oh, how free!
He saw me dead in sin and thrall,
Yet loved me, notwithstanding all;
He saved me from my lost estate
His loving-kindness, oh, how great!
When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood
His loving-kindness, oh, how good!
Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal powers must fail;
Oh, may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death!
The joy and wonder of our eyes!
This is the day that proves it thine,-
The day that saw our Saviour rise.
3 Sinners, rejoice, and, saints, be glad;
Hosanna! let his name be blest;
A thousand honors on his head,
With peace, and light, and glory rest.
4 In God's own name he comes to bring 4
Salvation to our sinful race;
Let all on earth address their King, With hearts of joy and songs of praise. 322
1 BEHOLD a stranger at the door!
He gently knocks- has knocked before;
Has waited long-is waiting still;
You treat no other friend so ill.
20 lovely attitude! - he stands
With melting heart and loaded hands;
O matchless kindness!- and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes.
3 Rise-touched with gratitude divine,
Turn out his enemy and thine,-
That soul-destroying monster, sin,-
And let the heavenly stranger in.
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