1 I SAW One hanging on a tree, In agony and blood;

Who fixed his languid eyes on me,

As near the cross I stood.

2 Sure, never, till my latest breath,
Can I forget that look:

It seemed to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

3 Alas! I knew not what I did,—

But now my tears are vain;
Where shali my trembling soul be hid,
For I the Lord have slain!

4 A second look he gave, that said,
"I freely all forgive:
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou may'st live."

5 Thus while his death my sin displays In all its blackest hue,

Such is the mystery of grace,

It seals my pardon too!

3 Then, why, O blesséd Jesus Christ,
Should I not love thee well?
Not for the hope of winning heaven,
Nor of escaping hell;—

4 Not with the hope of gaining aught,
Not seeking a reward;
But as thyself hast loved me,
O ever-loving Lord!

5 Ev'n so I love thee, and will love,
And in thy praise will sing;
Solely because thou art my God,
And my eternal King.

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1 How condescending and how kind
Was God's eternal Son!

Our misery reached his heavenly mind,
And pity brought him down.

2 He sunk beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to his throne;
There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows
But cost his heart a groan.

3 This was compassion, like a God,
That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

4 Now, though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great;
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor let his saints forget.

1 Go to dark Gethsemane,

7s, 61.

Ye that feel the tempter's power;
Your Redeemer's conflict see,

Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall;

View the Lord of life arraigned;
Oh, the wormwood and the gall!

Oh, the pangs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,

God's own sacrifice complete :
"It is finished," hear him cry ;—
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

4 Early hasten to the tomb,

Where they laid his breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom,

Who hath taken him away ? Christ is risen ;-he meets our eyes; Saviour, teach us so to rise!

1 He knelt: the Saviour knelt and prayed,
When but his Father's eye
Looked thro' the lonely garden's shade,
On that dread agony;
The Lord of all above, beneath,
Was bowed with sorrow unto death.

2 The sun set in a fearful hour,

The skies might well grow dim, When this mortality had power

So to o'ershadow him!

That he who gave man's breath, might know

The very depths of human woe.

3 He knew them all; the doubt, the strife, The faint, perplexing dread, The mists that hang o'er parting life,

All darkened round his head; And the Deliverer knelt to pray ;Yet passed it not, that cup, away. 4 It passed not, though the stormy wave Had sunk beneath his tread; It passed not, tho' to him the grave Had yielded up its dead:

1 BEHOLD the Man! How glorious he!
Before his foes he stands unawed,
And without wrong or blasphemy,
He claims equality with God.

2 Behold the Man! by all condemned,
Assaulted by a host of foes,
His person

and his claims contemned, A man of sufferings and of woes. 3 Behold the Man! he stands alone; His foes are ready to devour; Not one of all his friends will own Their Master in this trying hour. 4 Behold the Man! So weak he seems, His awful word inspires no fear; But soon must he who now blasphemes Before his judgment seat appear. Behold the Man! Though scorned below He bears the greatest name above; The angels at his footstool bow, And all his royal claims approve. 8s 7s & 4s.

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322.

John 19: 30.

1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary; See!-it rends the rocks asunderShakes the earth-and vails the sky: "It is finished!"

Hear the dying Saviour cry.

2 "It is finished !"-oh, what pleasure Do these charming words afford ! Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to us through Christ, the Lord: "It is finished!"

Saints! the dying words record. 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs! Join to sing the pleasing theme: All in earth and heaven, uniting, Join to praise Immanuel's name: Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

1 DARKLY rose the guilty morning
When, the Prince of Glory scorning,
Raged the fierce Jerusalem:
See the Christ, his cross up-bearing!
See him, mocked and stricken, wearing
The thorn-platted diadem!

2 Not the crowd, whose cries assailed him,
Not the hands, that rudely nailed him,
Slew him on the cursed tree;
Ours the sin, from heaven that called him!
Ours the sin, whose burden galled him,
In the sad Gethsemane!

3 In our wealth and tribulation,
By thy precious cross and passion,
By thy blood and agony,
By thy glorious resurrection,
By thy Holy Ghost's protection,—
Make us thine eternally!

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May it guide us still to thee.

1 HE dies!-the friend of sinners dies;
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around;
A solemn darkness vails the skies;
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
2 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.
3 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.

4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,
And led the tyrant Death in chains.
5 Say-live forever, glorious King,
Born to redeem, and strong to save!
Where now, O Death, where is thy sting?
And where thy victory, boasting Grave?

1 YE tribes of Adam, join

With heaven, and earth, and seas,
And offer notes divine

To your Creator's praise:

Ye holy throng
In worlds of light,
Of angels bright, Begin the song.

2 Thou sun, with dazzling rays,

And moon, that rul'st the night, Shine to your Maker's praise, With stars of twinkling light: His power declare, And clouds that fly, Ye floods on high, In empty air.

3 The shining worlds above

In glorious order stand;
Or in swift courses move,
By his supreme command:
He spake the word,
And all their frame

From nothing came, To praise the Lord!

4 Let all the nations fear
The God that rules above;
He brings his people near,

And makes them taste his love:
While earth and sky
Attempt his praise,

His saints shall raise
His honors high.

2 Exalt the Lamb of God,

The sin-atoning Lamb!
Redemption by his blood,

Through every land, proclaim:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

3 Ye slaves of sin and hell!
Your liberty receive,
And safe in Jesus dwell,

And blest in Jesus live:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

4 The gospel trumpet hear,

The news of pardoning grace:
Ye happy souls, draw near;
Behold your Saviour's face:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

5 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mourning souls be glad :
The of jubilee is come;
year
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

2 His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heaven,
The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jesus given;
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice:
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

3 He all his foes shall quell,
Shall all our sins destroy,
And every bosom swell
With pure seraphic joy:
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice:
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

4 Rejoice in glorious hope!

Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
And take his servants up
To their eternal home:

We soon shall hear the archangel's voice,

The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice!