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.

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HYMN 17. 7s. St. John's. [b]

Gethsemane : or, Agony in the Garden. Matt. xxvi, 36–45. ANY woes had Christ endur'd, Many sore temptations met,

MANY

Patient and to pains inur'd!

e But the sorest trial yet

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Was to be sustain'd in thee,—
Gloomy-sad-Gethsemane !

e 2 Came at length the dreadful night!
d Vengeance, with his iron rod,

Stood, and with collected might,
Bruis'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 thee—
a Doleful-dark-Gethsemane.
4 All my sins against my God-
e 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.

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o 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.

Hart.

e 1 ROM whence these direful omens round, 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;

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The sun as darkest night be black

Their Maker, JESUS-dies.

p 3 Behold, fast streaming from the treeHis all atoning blood!

d Is this the INFINITE?-'tis heMy 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;
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain;

d

e Oh, save me, whom thou cam❜st to save, Nor bleed-nor die in vain.

HYMN 19. L. M. Carthage. Munich. [b*] It is finished. John xix, 30.

IS finish'd:-so the Saviour cried:

1'IS finish'd

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 now 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 spoil'd: o Peace, love, and happiness, again Return, and dwell with sinful men. -6 'Tis finish'd :-let 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 Dr. Stennet.

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sky.

HYMN 20. L. M. Dresden. [b *]

Christ's Dying, Rising, and Reigning.

HE

E dies!-the Friend of sinners dies! 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 youA thousand drops of richer blood.

3 Here's love and grief beyond degree— a The Lord of glory dies for men! o But, lo! what sudden joys we see! d Jesus, the dead-revives again!

o 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb! Up to his Father's court he flies!

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?
is thy sting,
"And where thy vict'ry, boasting grave

HYMN 21. 7s. Redeeming Love. [*]

Christ's Resurrection. Matt. xxviii, 6.

d 1 HARK! the herald angels say,

Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day! o Raise your joys and triumphs high, Let the glorious tidings fly.

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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 open'd Paradise.

o 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. [*]

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Christ's Ascension.

AIL, the day that saw him rise,
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.
o 4 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.

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HYMN 23. L. M. Oporto. [*]

COM

Christ's Death, Resurrection, and Ascension. Acts ii, 32-36.
OME, tune, ye saints, your noblest strains,
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