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4 E'en through the awful gloom
Which hovers o'er the toinb, That light of love our guiding star shall be;
Our spirits shall not dread
The shadowy way to tread, Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth
lead to Thee. 303
Isaiah liii. 4, 5. 8.8.7. C. C. Y. ARKLY rose the guilty morning, Raged the fierce Jerusalem : See the Christ, His cross up-bearing, See Him stricken, spit on, wearing
The thorn-platted diadem. 2 Not the crowd whose cries assailed Him, Not the hands that rudely nailed Him,
Slew Him on the cursed tree; Ours the sin from heaven that called Him, Ours the sin whose burden galled Him
In the sad Gethsemane.
He was slain on Calvary;
We have pierc'd, yet trust in Thee.
By Thy blood and agony,
Make us Thine eternally.
304 Heb. ii. 14, 15.
D. L. M. WATTS. E dies ! the Friend of sinners dies! Lo, Salem's daughters wecp around.
A solemn darkness veils the skies:
And for a guilty world atoned.
The Lord of Glory dies for men.
And shout Him welcome to the skics. 3 Dry up your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high your great Deliverer reigns :
305 John xix. 30.
Sounds aloud from Calvary;
“ It is finished !"
Do these rapturous words afford !
“ It is finished !"
3 Finished all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law;
“It is finished !" Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Joiu to sing the pleasing theme:
306 Gal til. 13.
BOUND upon th’ accursed tree,
10 7's. MILMAN. 1
Faint and bleeding-Who is He?
Son of Man ! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou ! 2 Bound upon th’accursed tree,
Dread and awful-Who is He ?
Son of God! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou ! 3 Bound upon th' accursed tree,
Sad and dying-Who is He ?
By the lifeless body laid
Son of Man! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou ! 4 Bound upon th' accursed tree,
Dread and awful-Who is He?
1 Thess. v. 10. L. M. KELLY. CE sing the praise of Him who died,
The sinner's hope let men deride,
2 Inscrib'd upon the cross we see,
In shining letters, “God is love."
3 The Cross ! it takes our guilt away,
It holds the fainting spirit up;
4 It makes the coward spirit brave,
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
6 The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love ;
HIS RESURRECTION. 308 1 Cor. xv. 57. 7's.
C. WESLEY. 1 (HRIST, the Lord, 18' ris'n to-day,
angels, Raise your songs and triumphs high ;
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the battle won.
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
Christ hath burst the gates of hell.
Christ hath open'd paradise.
Where, O Death, is now thy sting ?
Where thy victory, O Grave ?
Following our exalted Head :
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 309
Mat. xxvill. 6. C. M. WATTS. 1 BLE LEST morning, whose young dawning
rays Beheld our rising God, That saw Him triumph o'er the dust,
And leave His dark abode!