Turn not from his griefs away;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall;
View the Lord of life arraigned:
O, the wormwood and the gall!
O, the pangs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, admiring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete:
"It is finished," hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb
Where they lay his breathless clay;
All in solitude and gloom :
Who has taken him away?
Christ is risen; he meets our eyes:
Saviour, teach us so to rise!
EWS were wrought to cruel madness,
Christians fled in tears and sadness,
Mary stood the cross beside;
At its foot, her foot she planted,
By the dreadful scene undaunted,
Till the gentle suff'rer died.
Poets oft have sung her story,
Painters decked her brow with glory,
Priests her name have deified.
2 But no worship, song, or glory Touches like the simple story,
Mary stood the cross beside!
And when under fierce oppression,
Goodness suffers like transgression,
Christ again is crucified.
But if love be there, true-hearted,
By no grief or terror parted,
Mary stands the cross beside.
8 & 7's M.
Glorying in the Cross.
N the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds new lustre 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.
WEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend ;
Life, and health, and peace possessing
From the sinner's dying Friend:
Here alone I find my heaven,
Humbly on the Lamb to gaze;
Feel how much has been forgiven,
To his own eternal praise!
2 Love and grief my heart dividing,
Here I'll spend my latest breath;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death:
May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need, to Jesus go,
Prove each day his wounds more healing,
And himself more deeply know!
VERY bird that upward springs
Bears the cross upon his wings;
We without it cannot rise
Upward to our native skies.
2 Every ship that meets the waves
By the cross their fury braves ;
We, on life's wide occan tossed,
If we have it not are lost.
3 Hope it gives us when distrest,
When we faint it gives us rest;
Satan's craft, and Satan's might,
By the cross are put to flight.
4 That from sin earth might be free,
Jesus bore it; so must we;
Ne'er through faintness lay it down:
First the cross, and then the crown!
The Cross on the Spire.
BOVE the temple's lifted spire
The cross of Christ we see:
It bids our spirits, Lord! aspire
Through faith and love to thee.
2 The flowers that blossom at its feet, They tell us of the just,
Whose souls in heaven are pure and sweet,
Though here their forms are dust.
3 The graves below in shadow lie,
While day or night declines;
The cross of Christ, uplifted high,
In light forever shines.
4 Help us, O Lord! in grief and loss,
With vision fixed above,
To see, o'er that memorial cross,
The Angel of thy Love.
5 Help us to suffer and forgive
Beneath thy pitying eye;
In thee to glory while we live,
And triumph when we die.
HIS RESURRECTION AND GLORY.
Resurrection of Christ.
[ORNING breaks upon the tomb;
Jesus scatters all its gloom;
Day of triumph! through the skies,
See the glorious Saviour rise.
2 Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade;
Drive your anxious cares away;
See the place where Jesus lay.
3 Christian, dry your flowing tears;
Chase your unbelieving fears:
Look on his deserted grave;
Doubt no more his power to save.
The Saviour's Resurrection.
ANGELS, roll the rock away;
Death, yield up thy mighty prey :
See! he rises from the tomb
Rises with immortal bloom.
2 'Tis the Saviour; seraphs, raise
Your triumphant shouts of praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs,
Praise him with your golden lyres ;
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