6 None but your Sovereign and their Goc.
For sinners can atone;

Your Maker must sustain the load,
And bear it all alone.

HG

21. C. M. Watts.

The Brazen Serpent's Antitype. IGH on the cross the Saviour hung, High in the heaven he reigns! Here sinners by th' old serpent stung, Look, and forget their pains.

2 When God's own Son is lifted up,
A dying world revives;

The Jews behold the glorious hope,
Th' expiring Gentile lives.

22. C. M. Hart.

Fellowship with Christ in his sufferings. Phil. iii. 10.
WHAT a sad and doleful night
Preceded that day's morn,

When darkness seiz'd the Lord of light,
And sin was by him borne!

2 Forth from the garden, fully tried,
Our bruised Champion came,
To suffer what remain'd beside
Of anguish, grief, and shame.

3 Nail'd to the cross through hands and feet,
He hung in open view;

To make his sufferings quite complete,-
Of God deserted too.

4 Through nature's works the woes he felt,
With soft infection ran;

The hardest things could break, or melt,
Except the heart of man.

5 Lord, thou hast paid the mighty debt,
And made believers clean;

But he knows nothing of it yet,
Who is not griev'd at sin.

6 O, cause this flinty heart to melt!
Steep it in blood divine!
That sweetest union may be felt,
Betwixt it, Lord, and thine.

23. C. M. Stennett.

The Converted Thief Luke xxiii. 42.

AS on the cross the Saviour hung,

And wept, and bled, and died,

He pour'd salvation on a wretch
That languish'd at his side.

2 His crimes, with inward grief and shame,
The penitent confess'd;

Then turn'd his dying eyes to Christ,
And thus his prayer address'd:

3 Jesus, thou Son and heir of heaven!
"Thou spotless Lamb of God!
'I see thee bath'd in sweat and tears,
'And weltering in thy blood.

4 'Yet quickly from these scenes of woe,
'In triumph thou shalt rise,
'Burst through the gloomy shades of death.
'And shine above the skies.

5 Amid the glories of that world,
'Dear Saviour, think on me,
'And in the vict'ries of thy death
'Let me a sharer be.'

6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears,
And instartly replies;
"To-day thy parting soul shall be
'With me in Paradise.'

ADAM, our father and our head, Transgress'd, and justice doom'd us dead; The fiery law speaks all despair;

There's no reprieve nor pardon there,

2 But O, unutterable grace!

The Son of God takes Adam's place, Down to our world the Saviour flies, Stretches his arms, and bleeds, and dies. 3 Justice was pleas'd to bruise the God, And pay its wrongs with heavenly blood: What unknown racks and pangs he bore! Then rose; the law could ask no more. 4 Amazing work! look down, ye skies, Wonder and gaze with all your eyes; Ye heavenly thrones stoop from above, And bow to this mysterious love. 5 Triumph and reign, victorious Lord, By all the flaming hosts ador'd;

And say. dear Conqueror, say how long, Ere we snall rise to join their song? 6 Send down a chariot from above, With fiery wheels and pav'd with love, Raise us beyond th' etherial blue, To sing and love as angels do.

25. C. M. Anon.

Lord, remember me. Luke xxiii. 42,

JESUS, thou art the sinner's friend,
As such I look to thee,

Now in the bowels of thy love,
O Lord, remember me.

2 Remember thy pure word of grace,
Remember Calvary,
Remember all thy dying groans,
And then remember me.

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God,
I yield myself to thee;

Whilst thou art sitting on thy throne,
Dear Lord, remember me.

4 Howe'er forsaken or distress'd,
Howe'er opprest I be;

Howe'er afflicted here on earth,
Do thou remember me.

5 I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile,
Yet thy salvation's free;

Then in thy all-abounding grace,
Dear Lord, remember me.

6 And when I close my eyes in death,
And creature-helps all flee,

Then, O my dear Redeemer, God!
I pray, remember me.

26. L. M. Watts.

Christ's dying, rising, and reigning.
E dies! the friend of sinners dies!

HL. Salem's daughters weep around!

A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two, For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer 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 courts 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 your great Deliverer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster, death, in chains! 6 Say, 'live for ever, wondrous King, 'Born to redeem, and strong to save!' Then ask the monster, 'Where's thy sting?" And where's thy victory, boasting grave?" 27. S. M.

The weight of Guilt.

ITH Satan, Christ had fought,

Wand conquer'd like a God;

Upon the raging billows walk'd, "And calm❜d them by a word :2 But when my guilt had leave To rest upon his head,

It made his sacred bosom heave, And forc'd out streams of blood. 3 Trembling I see him kneel,

And hear his ardent prayer,
O Father! if it be thy will,
The cup of wrath forbear.

4 O let it pass away

From thy beloved Son!
Yet, Father, I submissive pray,
Thy will, not mine, be done.

28. S. M.

Christ's agony improved.

DID Christ the Saviour kneel,

And bleed, and pray for me? And shall this bosom nothing feel? My Saviour! can it be?

2 O melt it into grief,

To penitential woe!

Speak, and expel my unbelief,
Bid sacred sorrow flow.

29. S. M.

The Saviour's agony.

HE knelt, the Saviour knelt,

In sad Gethsemane ;

Who can describe the pangs he felt
Whilst in that agony?

2 And as he knelt, he bled,

The drops fell to the ground: Sinner, behold that spotless head With streams of sorrow drown'd.

3 Who can forbear to kneel,

When Christ the Saviour knelt? Hard is the heart that cannot feel, The heart that will not melt.