6 [You who would love Him stand,
Gaze at His face:
Tarry awhile on your

Earthly race.

7 As the swift moments fly Through the blest week, Read the great story the

Cross will teach.]

8 Is there no beauty to You who pass by,

In that lone figure which

Marks that sky?

III.-The Story of the Cross.

9 On the cross lifted

Thy face we scan,

Bearing that cross for us,

Son of Man.

10 Thorns form Thy diadem,

Rough wood Thy throne;
For us Thy blood is shed,

Us alone.

11 No pillow under Thee To rest Thy head;

Only the splintered cross

Is Thy bed.

12 [Nails pierced Thy hands and feet, Thy side the spear;

No voice is nigh to say

Help is near.

13 Shadows of midnight fall, Though it is day:

Thy friends and kinsfolk stand

Far away.

14 Loud is Thy bitter cry; Sunk on Thy breast Hangeth Thy bleeding head

Without rest.

15 Loud scoffs the dying thief,
Who mocks at Thee:
Can it, my Saviour, be

All for me?

16 Gazing, afar from Thee,

Silent and lone,

Stand those few weepers Thou

Callest Thine own.

17 I see Thy title, Lord, Inscribed above;

"Jesus of Nazareth,"

King of Love.]

18 What, O my Saviour,

Here didst Thou see,

Which made Thee suffer and

Die for me?

[IV. The Appeal from the Cross. 19 Child of My grief and pain, Watched by My love;

I came to call thee to

Realms above.

20 I saw thee wandering Far off from Me:

In love I seek for thee;

Do not flee.

21 For thee My blood I shed, For thee alone;

I came to purchase thee,

For Mine own.

22 Weep thou not for My grief, Child of My love;

Strive to be with Me in

Heaven above.]

V.-Our Cry to Jesus.

23 Oh, I will follow Thee,

Star of my soul,

Through the deep shades of life

To the goal.

24 Yea, let Thy cross be borne

Each day by me;

Mind not how heavy, if

But with Thee.

25 Lord, if Thou only wilt,
Make us Thine own,
Give no companion, save

Thee alone.

26 Grant through each day of life
To stand by Thee;

With Thee, when morning breaks
Ever to be.

This hymn can be shortened by omitting the bracketed verses.

Also the following:

360 O Jesu, Lord most merciful.
361 Christ, the Life of all the living.
362 Glory be to Jesus.

364 O Jesu, we adore Thee.

365 Hail, Thou once despised Jesus.
530 Jesu, in Thy dying woes.
544 There is a green hill far away.

107

Easter Even.

ESTING from His work to-day,

Rin the tomb the Saviour lay;

Still He slept, from head to feet
Shrouded in the winding sheet,
Lying in the rock alone,
Hidden by the sealed stone.
2 Late at even there was seen
Watching long the Magdalene;
Early, ere the break of day,
Sorrowful she took her way

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To the holy garden glade,

Where her buried Lord was laid.
3 So with Thee, till life shall end,
I would solemn vigil spend:
Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine
In this rocky heart of mine,
Where in pure embalmèd cell
None but Thou may ever dwell.
4 Myrrh and spices will I bring,
True affection's offering;

108

Close the door from sight and sound
Of the busy world around;
And in patient watch remain
Till my Lord appear again.

THE grave itself a garden is,

Where loveliest flowers abound;
Since Christ, our never-fading life,
Sprang from that holy ground.
2 Oh, give us grace to die to sin,
That we, O Lord, may have
A holy, happy rest in Thee,
A Sabbath in the grave.

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3 Thou, Lord, baptized in Thine own blood, And buried in the grave,

Didst raise Thyself to endless life,
Omnipotent to save.

4 Baptized into Thy death we died,
And buried were with Thee,

That we might live with Thee to God,
And ever blest might be.