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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.
196 Rathbun. 8s, 7s.
1. In the cross of Christ I glo - ry,
2 When the woes of life o’ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me:
Lol it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
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Tow'ring o'er the wrecks of time;
From the cross the radiance streaming,
Adds more luster to the day.
By the cross are sanctified;
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.
And shut his glories in,
For man, the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
Whilst His dear cross appears;
And melt mine eyes to tears.
The debt of love I owe;
bliss,till now was Thine! Yet, tho’ despised and go - ry, I joy to call Thee mine.
2 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
Was all for sinners' gain:
But Thine the deadly pain:
'Tis I deserved Thy place;
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. 3 What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
Thy pity without end?
Nor let me faithless prove:
Abuse such dying love. 4 Be near when I am dying,
O show Thy cross to me!
Come, Lord, and set me free!
From Jesus shall not move;
James W. Alexander, tr,
For I am full of sin;
My heart is dead within.
Where I can always flee,
The sinner's perfect plea. 2 I need Thee, blessed Jesus!
For I am very poor;
I have no earthly store;
To cheer me on my way,
To be my strength and stay. 3 I need Thee, blessed Jesus!
And hope to see Thee soon,
And seated on Thy throne:
My joy shall ever be
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, 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;
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.
202 Diademata. S. M. D.
GEORGE J. ELVEY.
1. Crown Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon His throne; Hark! how the heav'nly
anthem drowns All music but its own! Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him who
died for thee; And hail Him as thy matchless King Thro' all e-ter-ni - ty. A-MEN.
2 Crown Him the Lord of love!
His glories now we sing, Behold His hands and side,
Who died and rose on high, Rich wounds, yet visible above
Who died eternal life to bring,
And lives that death may die.
4 Crown Him the Lord of heaven, But downward bends His wondering eye
One with the Father known, At mysteries so bright.
One with the Spirit through Him given
From yonder glorious throne! 3 Crown Him the Lord of life!
To Thee be endless praise, Who triumphed o’er the grave;
For Thou for us hast died; Who rose victorious to the strife
Be Thou, O Lord, through endless days For those He came to save;
Adored and magnified.
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Is crowned with glory now; [thorns, With all its grace is giyen;
Their name-an everlasting name, The mighty Victor's brow.
Their joy—the joy of heaven. 2 The highest place that heaven affords 4 The cross He bore is life and health, Is His by sovereign right:
Though shame and death to Him; The King of kings, and Lord of lords, His people's hope, His people's wealth, He reigns in glory bright.
Their everlasting theme.