5 In thee our hearts unite, Nor share thy griefs alone,

But from thy cross pursue their flight,
To thy triumphant throne.

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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 "T is 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.

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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.

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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.

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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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Resurrection of Christ.

1 MORNING breaks upon the tomb!
Jesus dissipates its gloom!

Day of triumph through the skies,
See the glorious Saviour rise!

2 Christians, dry your flowing tears;
Chase those unbelieving fears;
Look on his deserted grave;
Doubt no more his power to save.
3 Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade;
Drive your anxious fears away;
See the place where Jesus lay.

4 So the rising sun appears,
Shedding radiance o'er the spheres;
So returning beams of light

Chase the terrors of the night.

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S. M.

Resurrection of Christ.

KELLY.

"THE Lord is risen indeed;"
And are the tidings true?

Yes, we beheld the Saviour bleed,

And saw him living too.

2 The Lord is risen indeed;
Then death has lost his prey;
With him is risen the ransomed seed,
To reign in endless day.

3 The Lord is risen indeed;
Attending angels hear;

Up to the courts of heaven, with speed,
The joyful tidings bear.

4 Then take your golden lyres,
And strike each cheerful chord;
Join all the bright celestial choirs,
To sing our risen Lord.

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L. M.

WESLEY'S COL.

Rising with Christ.

1 YE faithful souls, who Jesus know, If risen indeed with him ye are, Superior to the joys below,

His resurrection's power declare.
2 Your faith by holy tempers prove;
By actions show your sins forgiven;
And seek the glorious things above,
And follow Christ, your Head, to heaven.

3 To him continually aspire,
Contending for your native place,
And emulate the angel-choir,
And only live to love and praise.

4 Your real life, with Christ concealed,
Deep in the Father's bosom lies;
And glorious as your Head revealed,
Ye soon shall meet him in the skies.

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