"ARY." "Jesus saith unto her, Mary."-JOHN XX. 16. I. ARY! How the tones of Jesus softly, delicately fell On the ears of Magdalenè, sweeter than a silver bell! That the Speaker was her Saviour and her Master and her All. What a chain of recollections on that one sweet "Mary" hung! Mary! Then it was no fiction that her Lord should rise again, II. Mary! How the sound melodious quickly dried her weeping eyes, Mary! Blest that from thy bosom seven foul demons had been cast, Mary! Oh! the free outpouring of the fragrant alabaster On the weary head of Jesus, her beloved and loving Master: Mary! Oh! the burning rapture! Ah! the long, luxuriant tresses, III. Mary! Since that Easter morning eighteen hundred years have passed! Mary! Pride and superstition, strife, contention, battle-din Eighteen hundred years of suffering, eighteen hundred years of sin! Mary! But above the havoc and above the battle cry, Still we feel the air vibrating as the ripple draweth nigh: Mary! And as through the ages, through the eighteen hundred years Mary! Like the sacred echo of a Heaven-begotten sound, They with Jesus Christ's most precious words and promises abound. IV. "Mary! Frail and sin-encumbered, lone, bewildered, and distressed, Mary! Thine is all the mercy, I have borne the guilt and shame, Mary! Oh the matchless odours, fragrant, lasting, pure and sweet, "RABBORI." "She turned herself, and saith unto Him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master."-JOHN XX. 16. Rabboni! While coming, I mused and reflected "Now, who shall remove us the stone from the door?" But lo! it was gone, and an angel protected The sepulchre, filling the keepers with awe. BERDING THE KREE TO Jesus.* "Wherefore God also hath highly exalted Him, and given Him a name which is above every name: That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in Heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord to the glory of God the Father.". PHIL. ii. 9-11. EFORE the name of Jesus shall every knee bow down, And all men own before the Throne, His sceptre and His crown; Loud ring the name of Jesus! Extol the name of Jesus! II. Strong in the name of Jesus have myriad fights been fought; To furthest bound the world around III. Firm in the name of Jesus we face each hostile blow: Loud ring the name of Jesus! In fullest, clearest, richest strain IV. Ye slain upon the battle-field rise from your gory graves! Loud ring that name of Jesus! From fire and sword and blood outpour'd, Extol the name of Jesus! V. To bow before King Jesus comes on the mighty host Loud ring the name of Jesus! VI. Who love the name of Jesus desire that glorious day, Impatient cry to Jesus in psalm, or prayer, or song, Why linger yet Thy chariot wheels: how long, O Lord, how long?" Loud ring the name of Jesus! And though He stay, and we yet stray VII. Before the throne of Jesus shall sinners, too, bend down, And at His feet shall abject meet His unrelenting frown; Those who have turned a heedless ear to mercy's ceaseless call Shall quail before their Sovereign Judge and own Him Lord of all: Then sing the name of Jesus! Loud ring the name of Jesus! Repent each crime while yet there's time, Extol the name of Jesus! VIII. And on the head of Jesus shall many a crown be worn: And angels and archangels King Jesus shall adore. And as He sits upon the throne, one God in persons three, All things shall humbly worship Him in earth and air and sea; But all His saints with waving palms to Him their Lord Most High, To Thee whose blood our ransom pays; We'll no-one's else, but with high praise H THE RAME JESUS. "And she shall bring forth a Son, and thou shalt call His name JESUS: for He shall save His people from their sins." OUR praises sing, your offerings bring To Bethlehem's lowly manger; This is indeed King David's Seed, From sin's dark night, this world's bright Light-- Rejoice! Rejoice! lift up your voice! From guilt He shall release us; The news proclaim, and call His name, Then go ye forth to south and north, To all distress'd in east and west This day a Son is given: To make them whole, and fit each soul Our debts He paid, on Him was laid In accents bold to young and old By old and young the song be sung, And far and near be made more clear To all be known, by all be shown, Who loveth war to Cæsar pour Who loveth wine at Bacchus' shrine Ye massive frames extol the names And lovers gay to Venus pay And ye who hold your hoarded gold But when I sing, One name shall ring, MATT. i. 21. |