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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.
3 For our sins, of glory emptied,
He was fasting, lone, and tempted,

He was slain on Calvary;
Yet He for His murderers pleaded,
Lord, by us, that prayer is needed.

We have pierc'd, yet trust in Thee.
4 In our wealth and tribulation,
By Thy precious cross and passion,

By Thy blood and agony,
By Thy glorious resurrection,
By Thy Holy Ghost's protection,

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:
A sudden trenıbling shakes the ground.
Ye saints, with contrite hearts review,
How He beneath your burdens groaned.
Not tears, but blood, He wept for you,

And for a guilty world atoned.
2 Mysterious love beyond degree !

The Lord of Glory dies for men.
But, lo, what sudden joys we see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again.
The Prince of life forsakes His tomb;
Up to His Father's court He flies :
Cherubic legions guard Him home,

And shout Him welcome to the skics. 3 Dry up your tears, ye saints, and tell

How high your great Deliverer reigns :
Sing how He spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the tyrant Death in chains.
Say, live for ever, wondrous King,
Born to redeem, and strong to save !
Then ask of Death, where is thy sting?
O where thy victory, boasting grave.

305 John xix. 30.





Sounds aloud from Calvary;
See it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth and veils the sky:

“ It is finished !"
Hear the dying Saviour cry.
2 “It is finished !" O what pleasure

Do these rapturous words afford !
Heavenly blessings without measure
Flow to us from Christ the Lord :

“ It is finished !"
Saints the dying words record.

3 Finished all the types and shadows

Of the ceremonial law;
Finished all that God had promised ;
Death and hell no more shall awe :

“It is finished !" Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,

Joiu to sing the pleasing theme:
All in earth and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name:

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

306 Gal til. 13.

BOUND upon th’ accursed tree,

10 7's. MILMAN. 1

Faint and bleeding-Who is He?
By the eyes so pale and dim,
Streaming blood and writhing limb;
By the flesh with scourges torn,
By the crown of twisted thorn,
By the side so deeply pierc'd,
By the baffled burning thirst,
By the drooping death-dew'd brow;

Son of Man ! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou ! 2 Bound upon th’accursed tree,

Dread and awful-Who is He ?
By the sun at noonday pale,
Shivering rocks, and rending veil;
By earth trembling at His doom,
By the saints who burst their tomb,
By the promise ere He died
To the felon at His side,
Lord ! our suppliant knees we bow;

Son of God! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou ! 3 Bound upon th' accursed tree,

Sad and dying-Who is He ?
By the last and bitter cry,
Tho ghost giv'n up in agony ;

By the lifeless body laid
In the chamber of the dead ;
By the mourners coine to weep
Where the bones of Jesus sleep;
Crucified ! we know Thee now!

Son of Man! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou ! 4 Bound upon th' accursed tree,

Dread and awful-Who is He?
By the prayer for them that slew,
Lord, they know not what they do;
By the spoild and empty grave,
By the souls He died to save,
By the conquest He hath won,
By the saints before His throne,
By the rainbow round His brow,
Son of God ! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou !


1 Thess. v. 10. L. M. KELLY. CE sing the praise of Him who died,



The sinner's hope let men deride,
For this we count the world but loss.

2 Inscrib'd upon the cross we see,

In shining letters, “God is love."
He bears our sins upon the tree,
He brings us mercy from above.

3 The Cross ! it takes our guilt away,

It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup.

4 It makes the coward spirit brave,

And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes its terrors from the grave,
And gilds the bed of death with light


6 The balm of life, the cure of woe,

The measure and the pledge of love ;
'Tis all that sinners want below,
'Tis all that angels know above.

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! the sun's eclipse is o'er :

Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,

Christ hath burst the gates of hell.
Death in vain forbids Him rise :

Christ hath open'd paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King,

Where, O Death, is now thy sting ?
Once He died, our souls to save :

Where thy victory, O Grave ?
5 Soar we now where Christ hath led,

Following our exalted Head :
Made like Him, like Him we rise ;

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!

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