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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.

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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.

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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 sorrow,

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

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PARADISE ST. COLL.

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

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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.

1 Ir human kindness meets return,
And owns the grateful tie ;-

If tender thoughts within us burn
To feel that friends are nigh;—

2 O, shall not warmer accents tell
The gratitude we owe

To Him, who died, our fears to quell,
And save from sin and woe?

3 While yet his anguished soul surveyed Those pangs he would not flee,

What love his latest words displayed !— "Meet and remember me."

4 Remember thee! thy death, thy shame,
The griefs which thou didst bear!
O, memory, leave no other name
But His, recorded there!

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ANONYMOUS.

Coming to the Lord's Supper.

1 LET vain pursuits and vain desires
Be banished from the heart,

The Saviour's love fill every breast,
And light and life impart.

2 He knew how frail our nature is,
Our souls how apt to stray;
How much we need his gracious help
To keep us in the way!

3 These faithful pledges of his love
His mercy did ordain,

To bring refreshment to our souls,
And faith and hope sustain.

4 Since such his condescending grace,
Let us with hearts sincere,
Obedient to his holy will,
His table now draw near,

5 And while we join to celebrate
The sufferings of our Lord,
May we perceive new grace and
T'obey his holy word.

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A Communion Hymn.

1 O, FOR a prophet's fire,
O, for an angel's tongue,
To speak the mighty love of him
Who on the cross was hung!

2

In vain our hearts attempt,

In language meet, to tell

How through a thousand sorrows burned

That flame unquenchable.

3 Yet would we praise that love
Beyond expression dear:
Come, gather round his table, then,'
And celebrate it here.

4 These symbols of his death,

O, with what power they speak! Prophetic lips and angels' lyres Compared with these, are weak.

5 And shall they plead in vain With our forgetful souls?

Forbid it, God, while through our veins The vital current rolls.