224.

3 With all his sufferings full in view,
And woes to us unknown,

Forth to the task his spirit flew;

'T was love that urged him on.

4 And while his holy sorrows here
Engage our wondering eyes,
We learn our lighter cross to bear,
And hasten to the skies.

L. M.

Christ's Entry into Jerusalem.

RIDE on, ride on in majesty !

MILMAN.

Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry!
Thy humble beast pursues his road,
With palms and scattered garments strowed.

2 Ride on, ride on in majesty!

In lowly pomp ride on to die!

O Christ, thy triumphs now begin,

O'er captive death and conquered sin.

3 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes,
To see the approaching sacrifice.

4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on his glorious throne
Expects his own anointed Son!

225.

C. M.

MRS. BALBAULD

Christ's New Command to his Disciples

1 BEHOLD where, breathing love divine,
Our dying Master stands!

His weeping followers, gathering round
Receive his last commands

2 "Blest is the man whose softening heart
Feels all another's pain;
To whom the supplicating eye
Was never raised in vain;

3 Peace from the bosom of his Gol,
My peace to him I give;

And when he kneels before his throne,
His trembling soul shall live.

4" To him protection shall be shown,
And mercy from above

226.

Descend on those who thus fulfil
The perfect law of love."

C. H. M.

The Agony in Gethsemane.

HEMANS.

1 He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed
When but his Father's eye

Looked, through the lonely garden's shade
On that dread agony :

The Lord of high and heavenly birth
Was bowed with sorrow unto death.

2 He knew them all,—the doubt, the strife,
The faint perplexing dread;

The mists that hang o'er parting life
All darkened round his head;

And the Deliverer knelt to pray;
Yet passed it not, that cup, away.

2 It passed not, though the stormy wave
Had sunk beneath his tread;

It passed not, though to him the grave
Had yielded up its dead;

But there was sent him, from on high,
A gift cf strength, for man to die.

4 And was his mortal hour beset
With anguish and dismay?

How may we meet our conflict yet
In the dark, narrow way?

How, but through him that path who trod
"Save, or we perish, Son of God."

227.

L. M.

MONTGOMERY

Christ's Passion.

1 THE morning dawns upon the place,
Where Jesus spent the night in prayer;
Through brightening glooms behold his face
No form or comeliness is there.

2 Last eve by those he called his own,
Betrayed, forsaken or denied,

He met his enemies alone,

In all their malice, rage, and pride.

3 But hark! he prays;-'t is for his foes; He speaks; 't is comfort to his friends; Answers; and Paradise bestows;

""Tis finished!"-here the conflict ends.

4 "Truly, this was the Son of God!"
-Though in a servant's mean disguise,
And bruised beneath the Father's rod,
Not for himself,-- for man he dies.

228.

L. M.

Christ in Gethsemane.

W. B. TAFFAN

1 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow
The star is dimmed that lately shone,
"Tis midnight; in the garden, now,
The suffering Saviour prays alone.

229.

2 'Tis midnight; and from all removed,
The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears;
E'en that disciple whom he loved

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.
3 T is midnight; and for others' guilt
The man of sorrows weeps in blood
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt
Is not forsaken by his God.

4 'Tis midnight; from celestial plains
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.

C. M.

Agony in the Garden.

HAWEIS

1 DARK was the night and cold the ground
On which the Lord was laid;

His sweat like drops of blood ran down,
In agony he prayed,-

2 "Father, remove this bitter cup,
If such thy sacred will;

If not, content to drink it up,
Thy pleasure I fulfil."

3 Go to the garden, sinner; see
Those precious drops that flow,
The heavy load he bore for thee;
For thee he lies so low.

4 Then learn of him the cross to bear,
Thy Father's will obey;

And, when temptations press thee near.
Awake to watch and pray.

230.

231

7s. M. 61.

Christ our Example in Sufferings.

1 Go to dark Gethsemane,

MONTGOMERY.

Ye that feel temptation's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour.
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall,

View the Lord of life arraigned.
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the pangs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, admiring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,

God's own sacrifice complete:
"It is finished," hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

4 Early hasten to the tomb

Where they laid his breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom;

-Who has taken him away?

Christ is risen; he meets our eyes—
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

The Crucifixion of Christ.

1 BEHOLD the Saviour on the cross,

A spectacle of woe!

See from his agonizing wounds
The blood incessant flow;