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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!


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.


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.


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.


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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