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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 !
-5 Here's my claim, and here alone;
None a Saviour more can need;
Deeds of righteousness I've none;
Not a work that I can plead :
Not a glimpse of hope for me,
Only in Gethsemane.

0 6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

One almighty God of love,
Prais'd by all the heavenly host,
In thy shining courts above-
We, poor sinners, gracious Three,
Praise thee for Gethsemane.

HYMN 18. C. M. China. [b].

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 ?
2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake,

And nature sympathize;
The sun as darkest night be black-
a Their Maker, JESUS--dies.
p 3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree

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. .
HYMN 19. L. M. Carthage. Munich. [i) *]

It is finished. John xix, 30.
1'IT IS finish'd :---so the Saviour cried :

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.

Dr. Stennet.

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.
e 2 Love's redeeming work is done!

Th’ battle's fought, the vict'ry won!
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise;

Christ has opend Paradise.
0 4 Lives again our glorious king,
d 'Where, O death, is now thy sting?"
e Once he died our souls to save,
d Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave ?"
-5 What though once we perish'd all,

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;
e Christ, awhile to mortals given,
o Reascends his native heaven:
-There the pompous triumph waits ;
e Lift your heads, eternal gates!

Wide unfold the radiant scene,
"Take the King of glory in!
-2 Him though highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves ;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent, his death he pleads;
Next himself prepares a place,
Harbinger of human race.


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 when our Lord shall come

Looking for a happier home.
o There we shall with thee remain,

Partners of thy endless reign;
There thy face anclouded see-
Find a heaven of heavens in thee.

HYMN 23. L. M. Oporto. [*]
Christ's Death, Resurrection, and Ascension. Acts ü, 32-36.
I N OME, tune, ye saints, your noblest strains,

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

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