195 Psalm 22. Tune:— Avon. C. M. No. 197. 1 My God, my God, why hast Thou me 3 But Thou art holy, Thou that dost Forsaken? why so far

Inhabit Israel's praise. Art Thou from helping me and from In Thee our fathers hoped, they hoped, My words that roaring are?

And Thou didst them release. 2 An day, my God, to Thee I cry, 4 And when to Thee they sent their cry, Yut am not heard by Thee;

To them deliverance came; And in the season of the night

In Thee they placed their confidence, 1 cannot silent be.

And were not put to shame.

ITHAMAR CONKEY.

Tow'ring o'er the wrecks of time;

From the cross the radiance streaming,

Adds more luster to the day.
4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,

By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

John Bowring.

HUGH WILSON.

I? A - MEN.

2 Was it for crimes that I had done

He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown!

And love beyond degree.
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died,

For man, the creature's sin.

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,

Whilst His dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt mine eyes to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.

Isaac Watts.

2 Love’s redeeming work is done, 4 Lives again our glorious King:

Fought the fight, the battle won: Where, 0 Death, is now thy sting? Lol the sun's eclipse is o'er;

Once He died, our souls to save: Lol he sets in blood no more.

Where thy victory, boasting Grave? 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; 5 Soar we now where Christ has led,

Christ hath burst the gates of hell! Follow our exalted Head;
Death in vain forbids his rise;

Made like Him, like Him we rise; Christ hath opened Paradise!

Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

Charles Wesley. 201

Tune: -AURELIA, No. 198. 1 The Church's one foundation

3 'Mid toil and tribulation, Is Jesus Christ her Lord;

And tumult of her war, She is His new creation

She waits the consummation By water and the word:

Of peace forevermore; From heaven He came and sought her, Till with the vision glorious To be His holy bride;

Her longing eyes are blest, With His own blood He bought her, And the great Church victorious And for her life He died.

Shall be the Church at rest. 2 Elect from every nation

4 Yet she on earth hath union Yet one o'er all the earth,

With God the Three in One, Her charter of salvation

And mystic sweet communion One Lord, one faith, one birth;

With those whose rest is won: One holy name she blesses,

Oh, happy ones and holy! Partakes one holy food,

Lord, give us grace that we And to one hope she presses,

Like them, the meek and lowly, With every grace endued.

On high may dwell with Thee.

Samuel J. Stone, 1865.