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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,

197 Avon. C. M.

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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.


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.

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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:
Mine, mine was the transgression,

But Thine the deadly pain:
Ln, here I fall, my Saviour!

'Tis I deserved Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,

Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. 3 What language shall I borrow

To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this, Thy dying sorrow,

Thy pity without end?
Lord, make me Thine forever,

Nor let me faithless prove:
O let me never, never,

Abuse such dying love. 4 Be near when I am dying,

O show Thy cross to me!
And for my succor flying,

Come, Lord, and set me free!
These eyes, new faith receiving,

From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely—through Thy love.

James W. Alexander, tr,

1 I need Thee, precious Jesus!

For I am full of sin;
My soul is dark and guilty,

My heart is dead within.
I need the cleansing fountain,

Where I can always flee,
The blood of Christ most precious,

The sinner's perfect plea. 2 I need Thee, blessed Jesus!

For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,

I have no earthly store;
I need the love of Jesus

To cheer me on my way,
To guide my doubting footsteps,

To be my strength and stay. 3 I need Thee, blessed Jesus!

And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow,

And seated on Thy throne:
There, with Thy blood-bought children,

My joy shall ever be
To sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus,
To gaze, my Lord, on Theel

Frederick Whitfield.

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1. Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to - day, Sons of men, and an

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Raise your joys and tri-umphs high; Sing, ye heav'ns, -and earth, reply! A-MEN.

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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.

202 Diademata. S. M. D.


1. Crown Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon His throne; Hark! how the heav'nly

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anthem drowns All music but its own! Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him who

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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,
In beauty glorified:

And lives that death may die.
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,

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.

Matthew Bridges.

203 Tune.-Avon. No. 197.
1 The head that once was crowned with 3 To them the cross with all its shame,

Is crowned with glory now; [thorns, With all its grace is giyen;
A royal diadem adorns

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.

Thomas Kelly.

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