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And can thy tenderness forget
The sinner, humbled at thy feet? e 5 With deep remorse our bowels move,
That we have wrong'd such matchless love; e Thy gentle pity, Lord, display,
And smile these trembling fears away. -6 Give us to shine before thy face,
Eternal-trophies of thy grace ; o Where songs of praise thy saints employ, And mingle with a Saviour's joy. Doddridge.
HYMN 17. 7s. St. John's. [b] Gethsemane : or, Agony in the Garden. Matt. xxvi, 36–45. IMANY woes had. Christ endurd,
DI Many sore temptations met, Patient and to pains inur'd! e But the sorest trial yet
Was to be sustain'd in thee, a Gloomy-sad-Gethsemane! e 2 Came at length the dreadful night! d Vengeance, with his iron rod,
Stood, and with collected might,
Brdis'd the harmless Lamb of God : p See, my soul, the Saviour see
Prostrate in Gethsemane. e 3 There my God bore all my guilt;
This, through grace, can be believ'd! e But the torments which he felt,
Are too vast to be conceiv'd :
None can penetrate through theea Doleful-dark-Gethsemane.
4 All my sins against my Gode All my sins against his laws
All my sins against his blood
All my sins against his cause :e Sins as boundless as the sea!
Hide me, O Gethsemane !
0 6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One almighty God of love,
The Saviour's Death. e1 FROM whence these direful omens round,
T Which heaven and earth amaze! Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground?
Why hides the sun his rays ?
And nature sympathize;
His all atoning blood! d Is this the INFINITE ?_tis he
My Saviour and my God. p 4 For me-these pangs his soul assail,
For me-this death is borne ; My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed ev'ry thorn. -5 Let sin no more my soul enslave; d Break; Lord, its tyrant chain; e Oh, save me, whom thou cam'st to save,
Nor bleed-nor die in vain. .
It is finished. John xix, 30.
1 And meekly bow'd his head, and died ! 'Tis finish'd :-yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the vict'ry won. 2 'Tis finish'd-all that Heaven decreed, And all that ancient prophets said, Is nɔw fulfill'd, as was design'd, In me, the Saviour of mankind. 3 'Tis finish'd :-Aaron now no more Must stain his robes with purple gore ; The sacred veil is rent in twain ; The Jewish rites no more remain.
4 'Tis finish'd :-this my dying groan
Shall sins of ev'ry kind atone; o Millions shall be redeem'd from death, -By this my last,expiring breath.
5 'Tis finish'd :-Heaven is reconcil'd,
And all the powers of darkness spoild: o Peace, love, and happiness, again
Return, and dwell with sinful men. -6 'Tis finish'd :--Jet the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round: s 'Tis finish'd :-let the echo fly, Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky.
ts Dyingine Friend ters weep
HYMN 20. L. M. Dresden. [b *]
Christ's Dying, Rising, and Reigning. p 1 TTE dies !-the Friend of sinners dies !
II Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! a A solemn darkness veils the skies! d A sudden trembling shakes the ground ! e 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two,
For him who groan'd beneath your load; p He shed a thousand drops for you
A thousand drops of richer blood.
3 Here's love and grief beyond degreea The Lord of glory dies for men ! o But, lo! what sudden joys we see! d Jesus, the dead-revives again! 04 The rising God forsakes the tomb!
Up to his Father's court he flies! g Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies! u 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliv’rer reigns; o Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, d And led the tyrant, death--in chains. s 6 Say, “Live for ever, glorious King,
'Born to redeem, and strong to save!! d Then ask-'O death, where is thy sting?
And where thy vict'ry, boasting grave >
HYMN 21. 78. Redeeming Love.. [*]
Christ's Resurrection: Matt. xxviii, 6. di LTARK! the herald angels say,
II Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day! o Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Let the glorious tidings fly.
Th’ battle's fought, the vict'ry won!
Christ has opend Paradise.
Partners of our parents' fall; o Second life we shall receive,
And in Christ for ever live. Cudworth.
HYMN 22. 7s. Epiphany. [*]
Christ's Ascension. si T AIL, the day that saw him rise,
II Ravish'd from our wishful eyes;
Wide unfold the radiant scene,
e 3 Master, (may we ever say,)
Taken from the world away, See thy faithful servants, see, Ever gazing up to thee.
Grant, though parted from our sight, -High above yon azure height,--.
Grant our souls may thither rise
Foll’wing thee beyond the skies. 04 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking for a happier home.
Partners of thy endless reign;
HYMN 23. L. M. Oporto. [*]
U Your dying, rising Lord to sing; And echo, to the heavenly plains, The triumphs of your Saviour King. 2 In songs of grateful rapture tell, How he subdu'd your potent foes ; Subdu'd the powers of death and hell, And, dying, finish'd all your woes. 3 Then to his glorious throne on high, Return'd; while hymning angels round, Through the bright arches of the sky, The God, the conquering God, resound. 4 Almighty love, victorious power! Not angel tongues can e'er display The wonders of that dreadful hour-. The joys of that illustrious day. 5 Then well may mortals try in vain, In vain their feeble voices raise ; Yet Jesus hears the humble strain, And kindly owns our wish to praise. 6 Dear Saviour, let thy wondrous grace Fill ev'ry heart, and every tongue; Till the full glories of thy face Inspire a sweeter, nobler song. Steele