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226. L. M. DODDRidge.

Christ the Sun of Righteousness.
1 To thee, O God! we homage pay,

Source of the light that rules the day!
Who, while he gilds all nature's frame,

Reflects thy rays and speaks thy name. 2 In louder strains we sing that grace

Which gives the Sun of Righteousness,
Whose nobler light salvation brings,

And scatters healing from his wings. 3 Still on our hearts may Jesus shine,

With beams of light and love divine;
Quickened by him our souls shall live,

And cheered by him shall grow and thrive 4 0 may his glories stand confessed,

From north to south, from east to west;
Successful may his gospel run,

Wide as the circuit of the sun.
5 When shall that radiant scene arise,

When, fixed on high, in purer skies,
Christ all his lustre shall display
On all his saints through endless day!

227. L. M. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

Behold the Man!
1 BEHOLD the man! how glorious he!

Before his foes he stands unawed,
And, without wrong or blasphemy,
He claims to be the Son of God.

2 Behold the man! by all condemned,

Assaulted by a host of foes;
His person and his claims contemned,

A man of sufferings and of woes. -
3 Behold the man ! so weak he seems,

His awful word inspires no fear;
But soon must he who now blasphemes,

Before his judgment seat appear. 4 Behold the man! though scorned below,

He bears the greatest name above;
The angels at his footstool bow,
And all his royal claims approve.

228. S. M. DODDRIDGE. Attractive Influence of a Crucified Saviour. 1 Behold the amazing sight,

The Saviour lifted high ! Behold the Son of God's delight

Expire in agony ! 2 For whom, for whom, my heart,

Were all these sorrows borne? Why did he feel that piercing smart,

And meet that various scorn? 3 For love of us he bled, And all in torture died

; 'Twas love that bowed his fainting head,

And oped his gushing side. 4 I see, and I adore,

In sympathy of love;
I feel the strong attractive power

To lift my soul above.

5 In thee our hearts unite,

Nor share thy griefs alone,
But from thy cross pursue their flight,

To thy triumphant throne.

229. C. M. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

Redemption by the Cross of Christ.
1 Behold the Saviour on the cross,

A spectacle of woe!
See from his agonizing wounds

The blood incessant flow; 2 Till death's pale ensigns o'er his cheek

And trembling lips were spread;
Till light forsook his closing eyes,

And life his drooping head. 3 “'Tis finished” was his latest voice;

These sacred accents o'er,
He bowed his head, gave up the ghost,

And suffered pain no more.
4 'Tis finished-the Messiah dies

For sins, but not his own;
The great redemption is complete,

· And death is overthrown. 5 'Tis finished-all his groans are past;

His blood, his pain, and toils,
Have fully vanquished our foes,

And crowned him with their spoils. 6 'Tis finished-ritual worship ends,

And Gospel ages run;
All old things now are passed away,

A new world is begun.

230.

L. M. DODDRIDGE. Christ's Submission to his Father's Will. 1 "Father divine,” the Saviour cried,

While horrors pressed on every side,
And prostrate on the ground he lay,

" Remove this bitter cup away. 2 “But if these pangs must still be borne,

Or helpless man be left forlorn,
I bow my soul before thy throne,

And say—thy will, not mine, be done." 3 Thus our submissive souls would bow,

And, taught by Jesus, lie as low;
Our hearts, and not our lips alone,

Would say,—Thy will, not ours, be done. 4 Then, though like him in dust we lie,

We'll view the blissful moment nigh,
Which, from our portion in his pains,
Calls to the joy in which he reigns.

231. L. M. MONTGOMERY.

Christ's Passion. 1 The morning dawns upon the place

Where Jesus spent the night in prayer: Through yielding glooms behold his face,

Nor form nor comeliness is there.
2 Last eve, by those he called his own,

Betrayed, forsaken or denied,
He met his enemies alone,
In all their malice, rage, and pride.

3 No guile within his mouth is found,

He neither threatens nor complains;
Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound,

Dumb midst his murderers he remains. 4 But hark! He prays,-'t is for his foes;

He speaks,—'t is comfort to his friends;
Answers,—and Paradise bestows;

He bows his head ; the conflict ends. 5 Truly this was the Son of God !

Though in a servant's mean disguise,
And bruised beneath the Father's rod;
Not for himself,—for man he dies.

232. C. M. Mrs. BARBAULD.

Resurrection of Christ. Morning. 1 Again the Lord of life and light

Awakes the kindling ray ;
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,

And pours increasing day. 2 O what a night was that which wrapt

The heathen world in gloom !
O what a sun, which broke, this day,

Triumphant from the tomb !
3 This day be grateful homage paid,

And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,

And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join

To hail this welcome morn;
Which scatters blessings from its wings

To nations yet unborn.

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