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3 'Tis finish'd! Aaron now no morc
Must stain his robes with purple gore. The sacred veil is rent in twain,
And Jewish rites no more remain. 4 'T'is finish'd!-man is reconcil'd
To God, and pow'rs of darkness spoil'd. Peace, love, and happiness again
Return and dwell with sinful men. 3 'Tis finish'd!-let the joyful sound
Be heard thro' all the nations round. 'T'is finish’d!—let the echo fly Thro’ heav'n and hell, thró' earth and sky!
P. M. 139.
Sounds aloud from Calvary!
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky! " It is finish'd!”
Hear the dying Saviour cry!
Do these charming words afford!
Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
Saints, the dying words record.
Of the ceremonial law!
Death and hell no more shall awe.
Saints from hence your comfort draw, 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
Join to praise Immanuel's name.
140. (140.) C. M.
'Joy in the victory of a crucified Saviour.
High as our joys arise;
Where pleasure never dies.
How kind his smiles appear!
To ev'ry humble ear?
It was for you I died.
And look into my side.
The tokens of my pains,
From misery and chains.”
For goodness so divine:
(139.) S. M.
suffering · BEHOLD th’amazingsight,
The Saviour lifted high! Behold the Son of God's delight
Expire in agony! ? For whom, for whom, my heart,
Were all these sorrows borne? Why did he feel that piercing smart,
And meet that various scorn? 3 For love of us he bled,
And all in torture died; 'Twas love that bow'd his fainting head, And op'd his gushing side.
In sympachy of love
Let all the earth combine,
The energy divine.
Nor share his griefs alone,
(153.) L. M. 142. Love to the brethren a proper return
to Christ. NW be that sacrifice survey'u;
Which for our souls the Saviour made, While love tu sinners fir'd his heart,
And conquer'd all the killing smart. 2 Blest Jesus, while thy grace I sing,
What grateful iribute shall I bring,
My love to him, who died for me? 3 That off'ring, Lord, thy word hath tanghts
Nor be thy new conımand forgot,
(155.) C. M. 143.
Christ unointing his disciples. 1 HARK! 'tis our heav’nly Leader's voice
From the bright realnıs above;
A voice of pow'r and love.
Nor fear the mortal blow;
3 “I have my days of combat seen,
And in the dust was laid: But now I sit upon my throne,
And glory crowns my head.
My hands the crown shall give;
While God himself shall live."
With courage and with love,
Our hopes are fix'd above.
To triumph and renown;
May we but share thy crown.
INTERCESSION, AND GLORY. 144. Christ dying, rising and reigning.
(157.). L. M. 1 Hdies, the friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around. A solemn darkness veils the skies;
A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 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 bloodl! • 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. “The rising God forsakes the tombe
In vain the tomb forbids his rises Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies
5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell,
How high our great Deliv’rer 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 vict'ry, boasting grave!"
(160.) P. M.
Glowing in immortal bloom.
Fame's eternal trump of praise.
Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 3 Hail! victorious Jesus, hail!
On thy cloud of glory sail
Up to waiting worlds on high.
Glorious hero! thro' them ride.
Thy great Father's, and thine own. 5 Hosts of heav'n, seraphic fires!
Raptur'd, sweep your sounding lyres
Sing your mighty Saviour's reign.
O Death! thy sting?
Where is now,