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226. L. M. DODDRidge.
Christ the Sun of Righteousness.
Source of the light that rules the day!
Reflects thy rays and speaks thy name. 2 In louder strains we sing that grace
Which gives the Sun of Righteousness,
And scatters healing from his wings. 3 Still on our hearts may Jesus shine,
With beams of light and love divine;
And cheered by him shall grow and thrive 4 0 may his glories stand confessed,
From north to south, from east to west;
Wide as the circuit of the sun.
When, fixed on high, in purer skies,
227. L. M. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.
Behold the Man!
Before his foes he stands unawed,
2 Behold the man! by all condemned,
Assaulted by a host of foes;
A man of sufferings and of woes. -
His awful word inspires no fear;
Before his judgment seat appear. 4 Behold the man! though scorned below,
He bears the greatest name above;
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;
To lift my soul above.
5 In thee our hearts unite,
Nor share thy griefs alone,
To thy triumphant throne.
229. C. M. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.
Redemption by the Cross of Christ.
A spectacle of woe!
The blood incessant flow; 2 Till death's pale ensigns o'er his cheek
And trembling lips were spread;
And life his drooping head. 3 “'Tis finished” was his latest voice;
These sacred accents o'er,
And suffered pain no more.
For sins, but not his own;
· And death is overthrown. 5 'Tis finished-all his groans are past;
His blood, his pain, and toils,
And crowned him with their spoils. 6 'Tis finished-ritual worship ends,
And Gospel ages run;
A new world is begun.
L. M. DODDRIDGE. Christ's Submission to his Father's Will. 1 "Father divine,” the Saviour cried,
While horrors pressed on every side,
" Remove this bitter cup away. 2 “But if these pangs must still be borne,
Or helpless man be left forlorn,
And say—thy will, not mine, be done." 3 Thus our submissive souls would bow,
And, taught by Jesus, lie as low;
Would say,—Thy will, not ours, be done. 4 Then, though like him in dust we lie,
We'll view the blissful moment nigh,
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.
Betrayed, forsaken or denied,
3 No guile within his mouth is found,
He neither threatens nor complains;
Dumb midst his murderers he remains. 4 But hark! He prays,-'t is for his foes;
He speaks,—'t is comfort to his friends;
He bows his head ; the conflict ends. 5 Truly this was the Son of God !
Though in a servant's mean disguise,
232. C. M. Mrs. BARBAULD.
Resurrection of Christ. Morning. 1 Again the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray ;
And pours increasing day. 2 O what a night was that which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom !
Triumphant from the tomb !
And loud hosannas sung;
And praise on every tongue.
To hail this welcome morn;
To nations yet unborn.