2 Here's love and grief beyond degree;
The Lord of glory dies for men;
But, lo, what sudden joys I see!
Jesus the dead revives again!

3 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 monster Death in chains.

4 Say, "Live forever, wondrous King!
Born to redeem, and strong to save;"
Then ask the monster, "Where's his sting?"
And, "Where's thy victory, boasting
Grave?"

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Christ's Death.

1 I SING my Savior's wondrous death;
He conquered when he fell;

""Tis finished," said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.

2 ""Tis finished," our Immanuel cries;
The dreadful work is done;

Hence shall his sovereign throne arise;
His kingdom is begun.

3 His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown,

When through the regions of the dead
He passed to reach the crown.

The attractive Influence of the Cross.

1 BEHOLD the amazing sight;
The Savior lifted high!
Behold the Son of God's delight
Expire in agony!

DODDRIDGE.

2 For whom, for whom, my heart,
Were all these sorrows borne ?
Why did he feel that piercing smart,
And meet that various scorn?

3 For love of us he bled,

And all in torture died:

'Twas love, that bowed his fainting head, And oped his gushing side.

4 I see, and I adore

In sympathy of love;

I feel the strong, attractive power
To lift my soul above.

5 Drawn by such cords as these,
Let all the earth combine,
With cheerful ardor, to confess
The energy divine.

6 In thee our hearts unite,

Nor share thy griefs alone,

But from thy cross pursue their flight
To thy triumphant throne.

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Christ's Submission.

Doddridge.

1 "FATHER divine," the Savior cried,
While horrors pressed on every side,
And prostrate on the ground he lay,
"Remove this bitter cup away.

2 "But if these pangs must still be borne,
Or helpless man be left forlorn,

I bow my soul before thy throne,
And say, Thy will, not mine, be done.".
3 Thus our submissive souls would bow,
And, taught by Jesus, lie as low;
Our hearts, and not our lips alone,
Would say, Thy will, not ours, be done.
4 Then, though, like him, in dust we lie.
We'll view the blissful moment nigh,
Which, from our portion in his pains,
Calls to the joy in which he reigns.

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Humiliation and Exaltation of Christ.

1 WHO has believed thy word,
Or thy salvation known?
Reveal thine arm, Almighty Lord,
And glorify thy Son.

2 The Jews esteemed him here

Too mean for their belief;

Sorrows his chief acquaintance were,
And his companion, grief.

3 They turned their eyes away,
And treated him with scorn;

But 'twas their grief upon him lay;
Their sorrows he has borne.

4 "But I'll prolong his days,

And make his kingdom stand; My pleasure," saith the God of grace, "Shall prosper in his hand."

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Christ's Sufferings and Kingdom. Ps. 22.

1 "NOW from the roaring lion's rage,
O Lord, protect thy Son,
Nor leave thy Darling to engage
The powers of hell alone."

2 Thus did our suffering Savior pray,
With mighty cries and tears;
God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chased away his fears.

3 Great was the victory of his death
His throne exalted high;

And all the kindreds of the earth
Shall worship, or shall die.

4 The meek and humble souls shall see
His table richly spread,

And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed.

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WATTS.

'Christ's dying and reigning. Ps. 2.

1 WHY did the Gentiles rage,

And Jews, with one accord,
Bend all their counsels to destroy
The Anointed of the Lord?

2 Rulers and kings agree

To form a vain design;
Against the Lord their powers unite,
Against his Christ they join.

3 The Lord derides their rage,

And will support his throne;

He that hath raised him from the dead
Hath owned him for his Son.

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The Savior's Prayer.

1 MY God, if possible it be, Withhold this bitter cup; But I resign my will to thee,

And drink the sorrows up.

2 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown; In groans I waste my breath;

Thy heavy hand has brought me down
Low as the dust of death.

3 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command.