2. When our eyes grow dim and weary,
May our souls on Thee depend,
Who with Thy right hand vouchsafest
All Thy faithful to defend.

3. When the body's feeble nature
Bows, oppressed by grief and pain,
Help our souls to rise uninjured,
Soaring up to Thee again.

4. Only hope of man's salvation,
Hear us, help us when we pray;

Those, whom Thou by death hast purchased,
Cast not in Thy wrath away.

5. Praise and worship to the Father,
Praise and worship to the Son,
Praise and worship to the Spirit,
Now and evermore be done.

Amen.

"And when He was come near, He beheld the city, and wept over it." Luke xix. 41.

72 JERUSALEM! Jerusalem! enthroned once on high, P.M. Thou favoured home of God on earth, thou heaven below the sky!

Now brought to bondage with thy sons, a curse and grief to see—

Jerusalem! Jerusalem! our tears shall flow for

thee.

2. Oh! hadst thou known the day of grace, and flocked beneath the wing

Of Him who called thee lovingly, thine own anointed King!

But now thy day is sunk in night, thy time of mercy spent;

For heavy was thy children's crime, and strange their punishment.

3. O gaze not idly on their fall, but, sinner, warned be; Who spared not His chosen seed, may send His wrath on thee.

Their day of grace is sunk in night; thy noon is in its prime;

O turn, and seek thy Saviour's face in this accepted time.

"Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation." 2 Cor. vi. 2. Cf. Isa. lv. 6.

73 LORD, in this Thy mercy's day,

7's.

P.M.

Ere it pass for aye away,

On our knees we fall and pray.

2. Holy Jesu, grant us tears,

Fill us with heart-searching fears,
Ere that awful doom appears.

3. Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour
Kneeling lowly at Thy door,
Ere it close for evermore.

4. By Thy night of agony,
By Thy supplicating cry,
By Thy willingness to die;

5. By Thy tears of bitter woe For Jerusalem below,

Let us not Thy love forego.

6. Grant us 'neath Thy wings a place, Lest we lose this day of grace, Lest we never see Thy face.

7. Lord, Thy love shall stand alone; And that love shall then be known By the mercy Thou hast shown.

F

Amer.

Holy Week.

"Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion;... behold, thy King cometh unto thee: He is just, and having salvation; lowly, and riding upon an ass."

74 RIDE on! ride on in majesty!

Zech. ix. 9.

L.M. Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry!
Thine humble beast pursues his road,
With palms and scattered garments strewed.

2. Ride on ride on in majesty!

In lowly pomp ride on to die!

O Christ! Thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin !

3. Ride on ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes,
To see the approaching sacrifice!

4. Ride on ride on in majesty!

Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on His sapphire throne
Expects His own Anointed Son!

5. Ride on ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!

Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain!

Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign!

"Let Israel rejoice in Him that made him: let the children of Zion be joyful in their King."-Ps. cxlix. 2.

75 GLORY, praise, and honour be,

7's.

Christ, our Passover, to Thee;

Thee to whom, their heavenly King,
Children loud Hosannas sing.

2. Thee the sons of Salem greet,
Thee with palms go forth to meet:
Thee with hymn, and prayer,
and vow
We rejoice to welcome now.

3. At Thy lowly triumph they
Sought the meed of praise to pay;
We upraise, O Lord, to Thee,
High enthroned, our melody.

4. Ours be conquest pure and calm,
Lifted hearts our boughs of palm;
While our voices sing to Thee
This our song of victory.

5. Honour, glory, love, and praise
Be, through never-ending days,
To the Father, and the Son,
And the Spirit, Three in One!

Amen.