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Matt. 27:45. Watts. 3 'T is finished ! now the ransom's paid, Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,
“Receive my soul!" he cries: And did my Sovereign die ?
See—how he bows his sacred head ! Would he devote that sacred head
He bows his head and dies ! For such a worm as I ?
4 But soon he 'll break death’s iron chain, 2 Was it for crimes that I had done
And in full glory shine; He groaned upon the tree?
O Lamb of God! was ever pain-
Was ever love like thine!
315 Gal. 5:24.
WATTS. 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in,
Oh! if my soul were formed for woc, When Christ, the great Creator, died
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears;
2 ’T was for my sins my dearest Lord Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
Hung on the curséd tree,
And groaned away a dying life 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
For thee, my soul! for thee.
3 Oh! how I hate these lusts of mine Here, Lord, I give myself away,
That crucified my Lord; 'Tis all that I can do.
Those sins that pierced and nailed hisflesh
Fast to the fatal wood !
My heart has so decreed;
That made my Saviour bleed. 2 Hark! how he groans, while nature shakes, 5 While with a melting, broken heart, And earth's strong pillars bend!
My murdered Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.
316 Luke 22 : 61. Newton. | 3 Then why, O blesséd Jesus Christ, I saw One hanging on a tree,
Should I not love thee well ?
Not for the hope of winning heaven, Who fixed his languid eyes on me,
Nor of escaping. hell ;-
4 Not with the hope of gaining aught, 2 Sure, never, till my latest breath,
Not seeking a reward ;
But as thyself hast lovéd me,
5 Ev'n so I love thee, and will love, 3 Alas! I knew not what I did,
And in thy praise will sing;
Solely because thou art my God,
318 Rom. 5:7, 8.
How condescending and how kind This blood is for thy ransom paid;
Was God's eternal Son!
Our misery reached his heavenly mind,
And pity brought him down, 5 Thus while his death my sin displays In all its blackest hue,
2 IIe sunk beneath our heavy woes, Such is the mystery of grace,
To raise us to his throne;
There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows,
But cost his heart a groan. 317
Rom. 5:8. Xavier. Thou, O my Jesus, thou didst me
3 This was compassion, like a God,
That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew. 2 And griefs and torments numberless, 4 Now, though he reigns exalted high, And sweat of agony,
His love is still as great ;
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor let his saints forget.
319 75,61. Matt. 11:29. Montgomery.
But there was sent him from on high
A gift of strength for man to die. Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel the tempter's power; 5 And was his mortal hour beset Your Redeemer's contlict sec,
With anguish and dismay ? Watch with him one bitter hour; How may we meet our conflict yet Turn not from his griefs away,
In the dark, narrow way? Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
How but thro' him, that path who trod? 2 Follow to the judgment-hall;
Save or we perish, Son of God !
Asos. Oh, the wormwood and the gall !
Behold the Man! How glorious he! Oh, the pangs his soul sustained !
Before his foes he stands unawed, Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
And without wrong or blasphemy, Learn of him to bear the cross.
He claims equality with God. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; 2 Behold the Man! by all condemned. There, adoring at his feet.
Assaulted by a host of foes, Mark that miracle of time,
His person and his claims contemned, God's own sacrifice complete :
A man of sufferings and of woes. " It is finished !” hear him cry ;Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
3 Behold the Man ! he stands alone ;
His foes are ready to devour; 4 Early hasten to the tomb,
Not one of all his friends will own
4 Behold the Man! So weak he seems, Christ is risen ;-he meets our eyes ;
His awful word inspires no fear; Saviour, teach us so to rise !
But soon must he who now blasphemes
Before his judgment-seat appear. 320 C. L.M. Matt. 26 : 36-46. Mrs. Hemans.
| 5 Behold the Man ! Though scorned below He knelt: the Saviour knelt and prayed,
He bears the greatest name above; When but his Father's eye
The angels at his footstool bow, Looked thro' the lonely garden's shade,
And all his royal claims approve. On that dread agony ; The Lord of all above, beneath, 322 8, 75 & 45. John 19:30. J. Evans. Was bowed with sorrow unto death.
Hark! the voice of love and mercy 2 The sun set in a fearful hour,
Sounds aloud from Calvary ;
See!-it rends the rocks asunder-
Shakes the earth—and vails the sky : So to o'ershadow him!
" It is finished !"That he who gave man's breath might | Hear the dying Saviour cry. know
2 “It is finished !"-oh, what pleasure The very depths of human woe.
Do these charming words afford ! 3 He knew them all; the doubt, the strife, Heavenly blessings, without measure, The faint, perplexing dread,
Flow to us through Christ, the Lord : The mists that hang o'er parting life,
“It is finished !"All darkened round his head;
Saints ! the dying words record. And the Deliverer knelt to pray ;- 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs ! Yet passed it not, that cup, away.
Join to sing the pleasing theme : 4 It passcd not, though the stormy wave All in earth and heaven, uniting, Had sunk beneath his tread ;
Join to praise Immanuel's name: It passed not, though to him the grave
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!
222 L.M. Mall. 14:27. J. E. SMITH. / 3 Conscious of the deed unholy,
Nature's pulses beat more slowly, When power divine, in mortal form,
And the sun his light denied; Hushed with a word the raging storm,
Darkness wrapped the sacred city, In soothing accents Jesus said
And the earth with fear and pity “Lo! it is I; be not afraid.”.
Trembled, when the Just One died. 2 Blest be the voice that breathes from 4 It is finished, Man of sorrows ! heaven,
From thy cross our nature borrows To every heart in sunder riven,
Strength to bear and conquer thus : When love, and joy, and hope are fled- || While exalted there we view thee, “Lo! it is I; be not afraid.”
Mighty Sufferer, draw us to thee,
Sufferer victorious ! 3 And when the last dread hour is come,
While shuddering nature waitsherdoom. / 5 Not in vain for us uplifted,
Man of sorrows, wonder-gifted, " Lo! it is I; be not afraid."
May that sacred symbol be;
Eminent amid the ages, 324 P. M. Isa.58 :5.
Guide of heroes and of sages, DARKLY rose the guilty morning
May it guide us still to thee. When, the Prince of Glory scorning, 26 L. M. Ts. 22.
Watts. Raged the fierce Jerusalem : See the Christ, his cross up-bearing!
Now let our mournful songs record
The dying sorrows of our Lord, See him, mocked and stricken, wearing
When he complained in tears and blood, The thorn-platted diadem!
Like one forsaken of his God. 2 Not the crowd, whose cries assailed him, I 2 But God, his Father, heard his cryNot the hands, that rudely nailed him, Raised from the dead, he reigns on high ; Slew him on the cursed tree;
The nations learn his righteousness, Oursthe sin, from heaven that called him! |
And humble sinners taste his grace. Ours the sin, whose burden galled him, In the sad Gethsemane !
327 L. M. Luke 24 : 46. Warts.
He dies !—the friend of sinners dies; 3 In our wealth and tribulation,
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; By thy precious cross and passion,
A solemn darkness vails the skies;
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
2 IIere 's love and grief beyond degree : Make us thine eternally!
The Lord of glory dies for men ;
But lo! what sudden joys we see, 325 P. M. Matt. 27:26.
Jesus, the dead, revives again.
Up to his Father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies. Deadly fruit of ancient error,
4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell Nature's fall, and Eden's loss !
Ilow high our great Deliverer reigns ; 2 Haste, prepare the bitter chalice !
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, Gentile hate and Jewish malice
And led the tyrant Death in chains. Lift the royal Victim high ;
5 Say—live forever, glorious King, Like the serpent, wonder-gifted,
Born to redeem, and strong to save ! Which the prophet once uplifted, Where now, O Death, where is thy sting? For a sinful world to die.
And where thy victory, boasting Grave?
LENOX. H. M.
1. Come, ev -'ry pi - ous heart, That loves the Saviour's name! Your noblest powers ex
all & - bove, And all be - low, The debt of love To him you owe. Acts 1:11. STENNETT. | 329
WATTS. Come, every pious heart,
Ye tribes of Adam, join
With heaven, and earth, and seas, Your noblest powers exert
And offer notes divine
To your Creator's praise :
2 Thou sun, with dazzling rays, And laid his robes aside;
And moon, that rul'st the night, On wings of love came down,
Shine to your Maker's praise, And wept, and bled, and died :
With stars of twinkling light: What he endured, To save our souls His power declare, | And clouds that fly, No tongue can tell, From death and hell. Ye floods on high, | In empty air. 3 From the dark grave he rose
3 The shining worlds above The mansion of the dead;
In glorious order stand ;
Or in swift courses move,
By his supreme command :
The God that rules above;
He brings his people near,
And makes them taste his love :