View Him in that olive-press,

Wrung with anguish, whelm'd in blood! Hear Him pray in his distress,

With strong cries and tears, to God:

Then reflect what sin must be,

Gazing on Gethsemane.

Gloomy garden, on thy beds,
Wash'd by Kedron's water-pool,
Grow most rank and bitter weeds,
Think on these, my soul, my soul !
Would'st thou sin's dominion see,
Call to mind Gethsemane.

Eden, from each flowery bed,

Did for man short sweetness breathe;

Soon, by Satan's counsel led,

Man wrought sin, and sin wrought death;

But, of life, the healing tree,

Grows in rich Gethsemane.

Hither, Lord, Thou did'st resort,
Oft-times with thy little train ;
Here wouldst keep thy private court,
Oh! confer that grace again :
Lord, resort with worthless me
Oft-times to Gethsemane.

True, I can't deserve to share

In a favour so divine;

But since sin first fixed Thee there,

None have greater sins than mine; And to this my woful plea,

Witness thou, Gethsemane!

Sins against a holy God;

Sins against his righteous laws; Sins against his love, his blood,

Sins against his name and cause,—

Sins immense as is the sea:

-Hide me, O Gethsemane!

Saviour, all the stone remove

From my flinty, frozen heart;

Thaw it with the beams of love,

Pierce it with thy mercy's dart; Wound the heart that wounded Thee ; -Break it in Gethsemane !

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HE SHALL TAKE OF MINE, AND SHALL SHEW IT

UNTO YOU."

COME, Holy Spirit, come;
Let Thy bright beams arise:
Dispel the darkness from our minds,

And open all our eyes.

Cheer our desponding hearts,

Thou heavenly Paraclete;

Give us to lie, with humble hope,
At our Redeemer's feet.

Revive our drooping faith;

Our doubts and fears remove;
And kindle in our hearts the flame
Of never-dying love.

Convince us of our sin;

Then lead to Jesu's blood;

And to our wond'ring view reveal
The secret love of God.

Shew us that loving Man,

That rules the courts of bliss,
The Lord of Hosts, the mighty God,
Th' eternal Prince of Peace.

'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, To sanctify the soul,

Το fresh life on every part,

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And new-create the whole.

If thou, celestial Dove,
Thine influence withdraw,
What easy victims soon we fall
To conscience, wrath, and law.

No longer burns our love;
Our faith and patience fail;
Our sin revives; and death and hell
Our feeble souls assail.

Dwell, therefore, in our hearts; Our minds from bondage free; Then shall we know, and praise, and love, The Father, Son, and Thee.

"I WILL TAKE AWAY THE HEART OF STONE."

OH! for a glance of heavenly day,
To take this stubborn stone away;
And thaw, with beams of love divine,
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.

The rocks can rend; the earth can quake;
The seas can soar; the mountains shake;
Of feeling, all things show some sign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine.

To hear the sorrows thou hast felt,
Dear Lord, an adamant would melt ;
But I can read each moving line,
And nothing move this heart of mine.

Thy judgments, too, unmoved I hear,
(Amazing thought!) which devils fear:
Goodness and wrath in vain combine,
To stir this stupid heart of mine.