D.S.-Ho-ly Ghost from heav'n, The Father's promise giv'n; O spread the ti-dings round, Wher-ev er man is found- The Comfort - er CHORUS. D.S. The Comfort - er has come, The Comfort - er has come! The Copyright, 1890, by Wm. J. Kirkpatrick. Would He de-vote that sa-cred head For such a worm as I? A-MEN. 1 The head that once was crowned with 1 My God, my God, why hast Thou me Is crowned with glory now; [thorns, A royal diadem adorns The nighty Victor's brow. Forsaken? why so far Art Thou from helping me and from My words that roaring are? All day, my God, to Thee I cry, Yet am not heard by Thee; And in the season of the night I cannot silent be. 3 But Thou art holy, Thou that dost In Thee our fathers hoped, they hoped, 4 And when to Thee they sent their cry, Psalm 22. 198 Aurelia. 7s, 6s. D. S. S. WESLEY. 1. O sacred Head,now wounded, With grief and shame weigh'd down,Now scornfully sur round-ed With thorns,Thine on-ly crown; O sa-cred Head, what glory, What 2 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered 'Tis I deserved Thy place; Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. 3 What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, 4 Be near when I am dying, O show Thy cross to me! James W. Alexander, tr. 199 1 I need Thee, precious Jesus! My soul is dark and guilty, 2 I need Thee, blessed Jesus! To cheer me on my way, 3 I need Thee, blessed Jesus! To sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus, Frederick Whitfield. 200 Nuremburg. 7s. JOHANN R. AHLE. 1. Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to day, Sons of men, and an Raise your joys and tri-umphs high; Sing, ye heav'ns,—and earth, reply! A-MEN. 2 Love's redeeming work is done, 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; 201 4 Lives again our glorious King: Where, O Death, is now thy sting? Once He died, our souls to save: Where thy victory, boasting Grave? 5 Soar we now where Christ has led, Follow our exalted Head; Tune:-AURELIA. 1 The Church's one foundation Is Jesus Christ her Lord; She is His new creation By water and the word: From heaven He came and sought her, To be His holy bride; With His own blood He bought her, And for her life He died. 2 Elect from every nation Yet one o'er all the earth, One Lord, one faith, one birth; Partakes one holy food, Made like Him, like Him we rise; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. Charles Wesley. No. 198. 3 'Mid toil and tribulation, Her longing eyes are blest, 4 Yet she on earth hath union With God the Three in One, Lord, give us grace that we 202 Federal Street. L. M. HENRY K. OLIVER. 1. Be-hold, a Stran-ger's at the door! He gen-tly knocks, has knocked before; 2 62 Has wait-ed long-is wait-ing still: You treat no other friend so ill. A-MEN. 20 lovely attitude! He stands With melting heart and laden hands: O matchless kindness! and He shows This matchless kindness to His foes. 3 But will He prove a friend indeed? He will; the very friend you need: The friend of sinners-yes, 't is He, With garments dyed on Calvary. 4 Admit Him, ere His anger burn; His feet, departed, ne'er return; Admit Him, or the hour's at hand You'll at His door rejected stand. Joseph Gregg. 203 1 God calling yet! shall I not hear? 3 God calling yet! and shall He knock, He still is waiting to receive, And shall I dare His Spirit grieve? 4 God calling yet! I cannot stay; My heart I yield without delay: Vain world, farewell! from thee I part; The voice of God hath reached my heart. Jane Borthwick, tr. 204 1 Haste, traveler, haste! the night comes 3 The rising tempest sweeps the sky; The rains descend, the winds are high; 4 Then linger not in all the plain, |