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637. L. M. STENNETT.

It is finished.
1 “'Tis finished!” so the Saviour cried,

And meekly bowed his head, and died :
""T is finished !" yes, the race is run,

The battle fought, the victory won. 2 T is finished !" all that heaven foretold

By prophets in the days of old ;
And truths are opened to our view,

That kings and prophets never knew. 3 "'T is finished !” Son of God, thy power

Hath triumphed in this awful hour;
And yet our eyes with sorrow see
That life to us was death to thee.

638. 78. M. CRABBE.

The Christian Pilgrim.
1 Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin,

Come the way to Zion's gate;
There, till Mercy speaks within,

Knock and weep, and watch and wait,
Knock-he knows the sinner's cry,

Weep-he loves the mourner's tears,
Watch—for saving grace is nigh,

Wait-till heavenly grace appears. 2 Hark; it is the Saviour's voice,

"Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest," Now within the gate rejoice,

Safe and owned, and bought and blessed;

Safe--from all the lures of vice,

Ownd-by joys the contrite know, Boughı—by love, and life the price,

Blest-the mighty debt to owe. 3 Holy pilgrim, what for thee

In a world like this remains ?
From thy guarded breast shall flee

Fear and shame, and doubt and pains; Fear-the hope of heaven shall flee,

Shame-from glory's view retire,
Doubt-in full belief shall die,

Pain-in endless bliss expire.

639. C. M. DUNCAN.

The Glorification of Christ.
1 All hail the power of Jesus' name !

Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him-Lord of all. 2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

A remnant weak and small;
Hail him who saves you by his grace,

And crown him-Lord of all. 3 Let every kindred, every tribe,

On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him-Lord of all.
4 O! that, with yonder sacred throng,

We at his feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,

And crown him-Lord of all.

640. 8 & 7s. M. BOWRING.

The Cross of Christ. 1 In the cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,

Hopes deceive and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;

Lo! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming

Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming,

Adds more lustre to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,

By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure,

Joys that through all time abide. 5 In the cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

641. 7s. M. GIBBONS.

" The Lord is risen."
1 ANGELS ! roll the stone away!

Death, yield up thy mighty prey !
See !-he rises from the tomb,
Rises with immortal bloom.

2 'Tis the Saviour-angels, raise

Your triumphant shouts of praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound

Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3 Heaven unfolds its portals wide;

Gracious Conqueror! through them ride; King of Glory! mount thy throne;

Boundless empire is thine own.
4 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs,

Praise, and sweep your golden lyres;
Praise him in the noblest songs,
Praise him from ten thousand tongues.

642. P. M. H. WARE, JR.

Resurrection of Christ. 1 Lift your glad voices in triumph on high,

For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die; Vain were the terrors that gathered around

him, And short the dominion of death and the grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that

bound him, Resplendent in glory, to live and to save:

Loud was the chorus of angels on high,–

The Saviour hath risen and man cannot die. 2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy,

The being he gave us death cannot destroy: Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow, If tears were our birthright, and death were

our end;

But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sor


And bade us, immortal, tò heaven ascend: Lift then your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.


Reflections on the Death of Jesus.
1 With warm affections let us view,

With pious grief improve,
The solemn and impressive scene

Of Jesus' dying love.
2 Not all the malice of his foes

His pity could subdue ;“Forgive them, Father!” he exclaimed;

" They know not what they do." 3 0, what a love was here displayed,

Beyond our utmost thought !
How pure the lessons, how sublime,

In life and death he taught ! 4 Let not his sacred truths by us

Be lost or misapplied ;
Nor let our thoughtless hearts forget

That 't was for us he died.

644. C. M. NOEL.

Remembering Christ.
1 If human kindness meets return,

And owns the grateful tie;-
If tender thoughts within us burn
To feel that friends are nigh;-

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