LIFE AND MINISTRY.141L. M.His teaching.How sweetly flowed the gospel soundFrom lips of gentleness and grace,When listening thousands gathered round,And joy and gladness filled the place!2From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,To heaven he led his followers’ way;Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,Unvailing an immortal day.3“Come, wanderers, to my Father’s home:Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!”Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.Bowring.142L. M. 6 lines.His baptism.In Jordan’s tide the Baptist stands,Immersing the repenting Jews;The Son of God the rite demands,Nor dares the holy man refuse:Jesus descends beneath the wave,The emblem of his future grave!2Wonder, ye heavens! your Maker liesIn deeps concealed from human view;Ye saints, behold him sink and rise;A fit example this for you:The sacred record, while you read,Calls you to imitate the deed.3But, lo! from yonder opening skies,What beams of dazzling glory spread!Dove-like the Holy Spirit flies,And lights on the Redeemer’s head:Amazed they see the power divineAround the Saviour’s temples shine.4But, hark! my soul, hark, and adore!What sounds are those that roll along?Not loud, like Sinai’s awful roar;But soft and sweet as Gabriel’s song:“This is my well-belovéd Son,I see well-pleased what he hath done.”5Thus the eternal Father spoke,Who shakes creation with a nod,Through parting skies the accents broke,And bid us hear the Son of God;O hear the awful word to-day;Hear, all ye nations, and obey!Rippon’s Coll.143L. M.His holy life.And is the gospel peace and love?Such let our conversation be:The serpent blended with the dove—Wisdom and meek simplicity.2Whene’er the angry passions rise,And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strifeOn Jesus let us fix our eyes,Bright pattern of the Christian life.3O how benevolent and kind!How mild! how ready to forgive!Be his the temper of our mind,And his the rules by which we live.4To do his heavenly Father’s willWas his employment and delight;Humility, and love, and zeal,Shone through his life divinely bright.5Dispensing good where’er he came,The labors of his life were love—O! if we love the Saviour’s name,Let his divine example move.6But ah! how blind, how weak we are!How frail, how apt to turn aside!Lord, we depend upon thy care;O may thy spirit be our guide!7Thy fair example may we trace,To teach us what we ought to be;Make us, by thy transforming grace,Lord Jesus, daily more like thee.Mrs. Steele.144L. M.The meekness and gentleness of Christ.2 Cor. 10:1.How beauteous were the marks divine,That in thy meekness used to shine;That lit thy lonely pathway, trodIn wondrous love, O Son of God!2O, who like thee—so calm, so bright,So pure, so made to live in light?O, who like thee did ever goSo patient through a world of woe?3O, who like thee so humbly boreThe scorn, the scoffs of men, before?So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,So glorious in humility?4The bending angels stooped to see,The lisping infant clasp thy knee,And smile, as in a father’s eye,Upon thy mild divinity.5And death, which sets the prisoner free,Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee;Yet love through all thy torture glowed,And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.6O, in thy light be mine to go,Illuming all my way of woe;And give me ever on the roadTo trace thy footsteps, Son of God!A. C. Coxe.145L. M.His miracles.Behold the blind their sight receive!Behold the dead awake and live!The dumb speak wonders, and the lameLeap like the hart, and bless his name!2Thus doth the Holy Spirit ownAnd seal the mission of the Son;The Father vindicates his cause,While he hangs bleeding on the cross.3He dies: the heavens in mourning stood;He rises by the power of God:Behold the Lord ascending high,No more to bleed, no more to die!4Hence and for ever from my heartI bid my doubts and fears depart;And to those hands my soul resign,Which bear credentials so divine.Watts.146L. M.His example.My dear Redeemer and my Lord,I read my duty in thy word;But in thy life the law appearsDrawn out in living characters.2Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,Such deference to thy Father’s will,Such love, and meekness so divine;I would transcribe and make them mine.3Cold mountains and the midnight airWitnessed the fervor of thy prayer;The desert thy temptations knew,Thy conflict and thy victory too.4Be thou my pattern; make me bearMore of thy gracious image here;Then God the judge shall own my nameAmong the followers of the Lamb.Watts.147L. M.He so loved the world.John 3:16.Not to condemn the sons of men,Did Christ, the Son of God, appear;No weapons in his hands are seen,No flaming sword, nor thunder there.2Such was the pity of our God,He loved the race of man so well,He sent his Son to bear our loadOf sins, and save our souls from hell.3Sinners, believe the Saviour’s word;Trust in his mighty name, and live:A thousand joys his lips afford,His hands a thousand blessings give.Watts.148C. H. M.His poverty.As much have I of worldly goodAs e’er my Master had;I diet on as dainty food,And am as richly clad;Though plain my garb, though scant my hoard,As Mary’s Son and nature’s Lord.2The manger was his infant bed,His home the mountain cave;He had not where to lay his head—He borrowed e’en his grave;Earth yielded him no resting-spot;Her Maker, but she knew him not.3As much the world’s good-will I share,Its favors and applause,As he whose blessed name I bear,Hated without a cause;Despised, rejected, mocked by pride,Betrayed, forsaken, crucified.4Why should I court my Master’s foe?Why should I fear its frown?Why should I seek for rest below?Or sigh for brief renown?A pilgrim to a better land,An heir of joy at God’s right hand.149C. M.He went about doing good.Acts 10:38.Behold, where, in a mortal form,Appears each grace divine;The virtues, all in Jesus met,With mildest radiance shine.2To spread the rays of heavenly light,To give the mourner joy,To preach glad tidings to the poor,Was his divine employ.3’Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn,Patient and meek he stood;His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;He labored for their good.4In the last hour of deep distress,Before his Father’s throne,With soul resigned, he bowed, and said,“Thy will, not mine, be done!”5Be Christ our pattern and our guide;His image may we bear;O, may we tread his holy steps,His joy and glory share!Enfield.150C. M.The man of sorrows.A pilgrim through this lonely world,The blessed Saviour passed;A mourner all his life was he,A dying Lamb at last.2That tender heart which felt for all,For us its life-blood gave;It found on earth no resting-place,Save only in the grave!3Such was our Lord: and shall we fearThe cross with all its scorn?Or love a faithless, evil world,That wreathed his brow with thorn?4No; facing all its frowns or smiles,Like him, obedient still,We homeward press, through storm or calm,To Zion’s blessed hill.Bonar.151C. M.Mighty to save.The winds were howling o’er the deep;Each wave a watery hill;The Saviour wakened from his sleep;He spake, and all was still.2The madman in a tomb had madeHis mansion of despair;Woe to the traveler who strayed,With heedless footsteps, there.3He met that glance so thrilling sweet,He heard those accents mild;And, melting at Messiah’s feet,Wept like a weanéd child.4O, madder than the raving man!O, deafer than the sea!How long the time since Christ beganTo call in vain to me!5Yet could I hear him once again,As I have heard of old,Methinks he should not call in vainHis wanderer to the fold.Heber.152C. P. M.His unsearchable riches.O could I speak the matchless worth,O could I sound the glories forth,Which in my Saviour shine;I’d soar, and touch the heavenly strings,And vie with Gabriel, while he singsIn notes almost divine.2I’d sing the precious blood he spilt,My ransom from the dreadful guiltOf sin, and wrath divine;I’d sing his glorious righteousness,In which all-perfect, heavenly dress,My soul shall ever shine.3I’d sing the characters he bears,And all the forms of love he wears,Exalted on his throne;In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,I would to everlasting daysMake all his glories known.4Well, the delightful day will come,When my dear Lord will bring me home,And I shall see his face;Then, with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,A blest eternity I’ll spend,Triumphant in his grace.Medley.15311s.A bruised reed he shall not break.Matt. 12:20.To the hall of that feast came the sinful and fair:She heard in the city that Jesus was there:Unheeding the splendor that blazed on the board,She silently knelt at the feet of her Lord!2The hair on her forehead, so sad and so meek,Hung dark on the blushes that glowed on her cheek;And so sad and so lowly she knelt in her shame,It seemed that her spirit had fled from her frame.3The frown and the murmur went round thro’ them all,That one so unhallowed should tread in the hall;And some said the poor would be objects more meetFor the wealth of the perfume she showered on his feet.4She heard but her Saviour—she spoke but in sighs,She dared not look up to the heaven of his eyes:And the hot tears gushed forth at each heave of her breast,As her lips to his sandals she throbbingly pressed.5In the sky, after tempest, as shineth the bow,In the glance of the sunbeam as melteth the snow,Ho looked on the lost one—her sins were forgiven,And Mary went forth in the beauty of heaven!15410s & 11s, peculiar.Sacred tears.Draw near, ye weary, bowed, and broken-hearted,Ye onward travelers to a peaceful bourne;Ye from whose path the light hath all departed;Ye who are left in solitude to mourn;Though o’er your spirits hath the storm-cloud swept,Sacred are sorrow’s tears, since “Jesus wept.”2The bright and spotless heir of endless glory,Wept o’er the woes of those he came to save;And angels wondered when they heard the storyThat he who conquered death wept o’er the grave;For ’twas not when his lonely watch he keptIn dark Gethsemane, that “Jesus wept.”3But with the friends he loved, whose hope had perished,The Saviour stood, while through his bosom rushedA tide of sympathy for those he cherished,And from his eyes the burning tear-drops gushed;And bending o’er the tomb where Lazarus slept,In agony of spirit, “Jesus wept.”4Lo! Jesus’ power the sleep of death hath broken,And wiped the tear from sorrow’s drooping eye!Look up, ye mourners, hear what he hath spoken:“He that believes on me, shall never die.”Through faith and love your spirits shall be kept;Hope brighter grew on earth when “Jesus wept.”Mrs. St. Leon Loud.155C. M. D.He made himself of no reputation.Phil. 2:7.He came with his heavenly crown,His scepter clad with power;His coming was in feebleness,The infant of an hour;An humble manger cradled, first,The Virgin’s holy birth,And lowing herds surrounded thereThe Lord of heaven and earth.2He came, not in his robe of wrath,With arm outstretched to slay;But on the darkling paths of earth,To pour celestial day;To guide in peace the wandering feet,The broken heart to bind,And bear upon the painful cross,The sins of human kind.3And thou hast borne them, Saviour meek!And therefore unto thee,In humbleness and gratitude,Our hearts shall offered be;Our contrite hearts, an offering, Lord,Which thou wilt not despise,Our souls, our bodies, all be thine,A living sacrifice!Doane.1568s, 7s & 7s.Jesus wept.Jesus wept! those tears are over,But his heart is still the same;Kinsman, Friend, and Elder Brother,Is his everlasting name.Saviour, who can love like thee?Gracious one of Bethany!2When the pangs of trial seize us,When the waves of sorrow roll,I will lay my head on Jesus—Pillow of the troubled soul.Truly, none can feel like thee,Weeping one of Bethany!3Jesus wept, and still in gloryHe can mark each mourner’s tear—Living to retrace the storyOf the hearts he solaced here.Lord, when I am called to die,Let me think of Bethany!4Jesus wept! that tear of sorrowIs a legacy of love;Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow,He the same shall ever prove.Thou art all in all to me,Living one of Bethany!
141L. M.His teaching.How sweetly flowed the gospel soundFrom lips of gentleness and grace,When listening thousands gathered round,And joy and gladness filled the place!2From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,To heaven he led his followers’ way;Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,Unvailing an immortal day.3“Come, wanderers, to my Father’s home:Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!”Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.Bowring.
L. M.
His teaching.
How sweetly flowed the gospel soundFrom lips of gentleness and grace,When listening thousands gathered round,And joy and gladness filled the place!
How sweetly flowed the gospel sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and gladness filled the place!
2From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,To heaven he led his followers’ way;Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,Unvailing an immortal day.
2From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,
To heaven he led his followers’ way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unvailing an immortal day.
3“Come, wanderers, to my Father’s home:Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!”Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.
3“Come, wanderers, to my Father’s home:
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!”
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.
Bowring.
142L. M. 6 lines.His baptism.In Jordan’s tide the Baptist stands,Immersing the repenting Jews;The Son of God the rite demands,Nor dares the holy man refuse:Jesus descends beneath the wave,The emblem of his future grave!2Wonder, ye heavens! your Maker liesIn deeps concealed from human view;Ye saints, behold him sink and rise;A fit example this for you:The sacred record, while you read,Calls you to imitate the deed.3But, lo! from yonder opening skies,What beams of dazzling glory spread!Dove-like the Holy Spirit flies,And lights on the Redeemer’s head:Amazed they see the power divineAround the Saviour’s temples shine.4But, hark! my soul, hark, and adore!What sounds are those that roll along?Not loud, like Sinai’s awful roar;But soft and sweet as Gabriel’s song:“This is my well-belovéd Son,I see well-pleased what he hath done.”5Thus the eternal Father spoke,Who shakes creation with a nod,Through parting skies the accents broke,And bid us hear the Son of God;O hear the awful word to-day;Hear, all ye nations, and obey!Rippon’s Coll.
L. M. 6 lines.
His baptism.
In Jordan’s tide the Baptist stands,Immersing the repenting Jews;The Son of God the rite demands,Nor dares the holy man refuse:Jesus descends beneath the wave,The emblem of his future grave!
In Jordan’s tide the Baptist stands,
Immersing the repenting Jews;
The Son of God the rite demands,
Nor dares the holy man refuse:
Jesus descends beneath the wave,
The emblem of his future grave!
2Wonder, ye heavens! your Maker liesIn deeps concealed from human view;Ye saints, behold him sink and rise;A fit example this for you:The sacred record, while you read,Calls you to imitate the deed.
2Wonder, ye heavens! your Maker lies
In deeps concealed from human view;
Ye saints, behold him sink and rise;
A fit example this for you:
The sacred record, while you read,
Calls you to imitate the deed.
3But, lo! from yonder opening skies,What beams of dazzling glory spread!Dove-like the Holy Spirit flies,And lights on the Redeemer’s head:Amazed they see the power divineAround the Saviour’s temples shine.
3But, lo! from yonder opening skies,
What beams of dazzling glory spread!
Dove-like the Holy Spirit flies,
And lights on the Redeemer’s head:
Amazed they see the power divine
Around the Saviour’s temples shine.
4But, hark! my soul, hark, and adore!What sounds are those that roll along?Not loud, like Sinai’s awful roar;But soft and sweet as Gabriel’s song:“This is my well-belovéd Son,I see well-pleased what he hath done.”
4But, hark! my soul, hark, and adore!
What sounds are those that roll along?
Not loud, like Sinai’s awful roar;
But soft and sweet as Gabriel’s song:
“This is my well-belovéd Son,
I see well-pleased what he hath done.”
5Thus the eternal Father spoke,Who shakes creation with a nod,Through parting skies the accents broke,And bid us hear the Son of God;O hear the awful word to-day;Hear, all ye nations, and obey!
5Thus the eternal Father spoke,
Who shakes creation with a nod,
Through parting skies the accents broke,
And bid us hear the Son of God;
O hear the awful word to-day;
Hear, all ye nations, and obey!
Rippon’s Coll.
143L. M.His holy life.And is the gospel peace and love?Such let our conversation be:The serpent blended with the dove—Wisdom and meek simplicity.2Whene’er the angry passions rise,And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strifeOn Jesus let us fix our eyes,Bright pattern of the Christian life.3O how benevolent and kind!How mild! how ready to forgive!Be his the temper of our mind,And his the rules by which we live.4To do his heavenly Father’s willWas his employment and delight;Humility, and love, and zeal,Shone through his life divinely bright.5Dispensing good where’er he came,The labors of his life were love—O! if we love the Saviour’s name,Let his divine example move.6But ah! how blind, how weak we are!How frail, how apt to turn aside!Lord, we depend upon thy care;O may thy spirit be our guide!7Thy fair example may we trace,To teach us what we ought to be;Make us, by thy transforming grace,Lord Jesus, daily more like thee.Mrs. Steele.
L. M.
His holy life.
And is the gospel peace and love?Such let our conversation be:The serpent blended with the dove—Wisdom and meek simplicity.
And is the gospel peace and love?
Such let our conversation be:
The serpent blended with the dove—
Wisdom and meek simplicity.
2Whene’er the angry passions rise,And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strifeOn Jesus let us fix our eyes,Bright pattern of the Christian life.
2Whene’er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife
On Jesus let us fix our eyes,
Bright pattern of the Christian life.
3O how benevolent and kind!How mild! how ready to forgive!Be his the temper of our mind,And his the rules by which we live.
3O how benevolent and kind!
How mild! how ready to forgive!
Be his the temper of our mind,
And his the rules by which we live.
4To do his heavenly Father’s willWas his employment and delight;Humility, and love, and zeal,Shone through his life divinely bright.
4To do his heavenly Father’s will
Was his employment and delight;
Humility, and love, and zeal,
Shone through his life divinely bright.
5Dispensing good where’er he came,The labors of his life were love—O! if we love the Saviour’s name,Let his divine example move.
5Dispensing good where’er he came,
The labors of his life were love—
O! if we love the Saviour’s name,
Let his divine example move.
6But ah! how blind, how weak we are!How frail, how apt to turn aside!Lord, we depend upon thy care;O may thy spirit be our guide!
6But ah! how blind, how weak we are!
How frail, how apt to turn aside!
Lord, we depend upon thy care;
O may thy spirit be our guide!
7Thy fair example may we trace,To teach us what we ought to be;Make us, by thy transforming grace,Lord Jesus, daily more like thee.
7Thy fair example may we trace,
To teach us what we ought to be;
Make us, by thy transforming grace,
Lord Jesus, daily more like thee.
Mrs. Steele.
144L. M.The meekness and gentleness of Christ.2 Cor. 10:1.How beauteous were the marks divine,That in thy meekness used to shine;That lit thy lonely pathway, trodIn wondrous love, O Son of God!2O, who like thee—so calm, so bright,So pure, so made to live in light?O, who like thee did ever goSo patient through a world of woe?3O, who like thee so humbly boreThe scorn, the scoffs of men, before?So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,So glorious in humility?4The bending angels stooped to see,The lisping infant clasp thy knee,And smile, as in a father’s eye,Upon thy mild divinity.5And death, which sets the prisoner free,Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee;Yet love through all thy torture glowed,And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.6O, in thy light be mine to go,Illuming all my way of woe;And give me ever on the roadTo trace thy footsteps, Son of God!A. C. Coxe.
L. M.
The meekness and gentleness of Christ.2 Cor. 10:1.
How beauteous were the marks divine,That in thy meekness used to shine;That lit thy lonely pathway, trodIn wondrous love, O Son of God!
How beauteous were the marks divine,
That in thy meekness used to shine;
That lit thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!
2O, who like thee—so calm, so bright,So pure, so made to live in light?O, who like thee did ever goSo patient through a world of woe?
2O, who like thee—so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
O, who like thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?
3O, who like thee so humbly boreThe scorn, the scoffs of men, before?So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,So glorious in humility?
3O, who like thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?
4The bending angels stooped to see,The lisping infant clasp thy knee,And smile, as in a father’s eye,Upon thy mild divinity.
4The bending angels stooped to see,
The lisping infant clasp thy knee,
And smile, as in a father’s eye,
Upon thy mild divinity.
5And death, which sets the prisoner free,Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee;Yet love through all thy torture glowed,And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.
5And death, which sets the prisoner free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee;
Yet love through all thy torture glowed,
And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.
6O, in thy light be mine to go,Illuming all my way of woe;And give me ever on the roadTo trace thy footsteps, Son of God!
6O, in thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe;
And give me ever on the road
To trace thy footsteps, Son of God!
A. C. Coxe.
145L. M.His miracles.Behold the blind their sight receive!Behold the dead awake and live!The dumb speak wonders, and the lameLeap like the hart, and bless his name!2Thus doth the Holy Spirit ownAnd seal the mission of the Son;The Father vindicates his cause,While he hangs bleeding on the cross.3He dies: the heavens in mourning stood;He rises by the power of God:Behold the Lord ascending high,No more to bleed, no more to die!4Hence and for ever from my heartI bid my doubts and fears depart;And to those hands my soul resign,Which bear credentials so divine.Watts.
L. M.
His miracles.
Behold the blind their sight receive!Behold the dead awake and live!The dumb speak wonders, and the lameLeap like the hart, and bless his name!
Behold the blind their sight receive!
Behold the dead awake and live!
The dumb speak wonders, and the lame
Leap like the hart, and bless his name!
2Thus doth the Holy Spirit ownAnd seal the mission of the Son;The Father vindicates his cause,While he hangs bleeding on the cross.
2Thus doth the Holy Spirit own
And seal the mission of the Son;
The Father vindicates his cause,
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.
3He dies: the heavens in mourning stood;He rises by the power of God:Behold the Lord ascending high,No more to bleed, no more to die!
3He dies: the heavens in mourning stood;
He rises by the power of God:
Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die!
4Hence and for ever from my heartI bid my doubts and fears depart;And to those hands my soul resign,Which bear credentials so divine.
4Hence and for ever from my heart
I bid my doubts and fears depart;
And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.
Watts.
146L. M.His example.My dear Redeemer and my Lord,I read my duty in thy word;But in thy life the law appearsDrawn out in living characters.2Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,Such deference to thy Father’s will,Such love, and meekness so divine;I would transcribe and make them mine.3Cold mountains and the midnight airWitnessed the fervor of thy prayer;The desert thy temptations knew,Thy conflict and thy victory too.4Be thou my pattern; make me bearMore of thy gracious image here;Then God the judge shall own my nameAmong the followers of the Lamb.Watts.
L. M.
His example.
My dear Redeemer and my Lord,I read my duty in thy word;But in thy life the law appearsDrawn out in living characters.
My dear Redeemer and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word;
But in thy life the law appears
Drawn out in living characters.
2Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,Such deference to thy Father’s will,Such love, and meekness so divine;I would transcribe and make them mine.
2Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father’s will,
Such love, and meekness so divine;
I would transcribe and make them mine.
3Cold mountains and the midnight airWitnessed the fervor of thy prayer;The desert thy temptations knew,Thy conflict and thy victory too.
3Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and thy victory too.
4Be thou my pattern; make me bearMore of thy gracious image here;Then God the judge shall own my nameAmong the followers of the Lamb.
4Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God the judge shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.
Watts.
147L. M.He so loved the world.John 3:16.Not to condemn the sons of men,Did Christ, the Son of God, appear;No weapons in his hands are seen,No flaming sword, nor thunder there.2Such was the pity of our God,He loved the race of man so well,He sent his Son to bear our loadOf sins, and save our souls from hell.3Sinners, believe the Saviour’s word;Trust in his mighty name, and live:A thousand joys his lips afford,His hands a thousand blessings give.Watts.
L. M.
He so loved the world.John 3:16.
Not to condemn the sons of men,Did Christ, the Son of God, appear;No weapons in his hands are seen,No flaming sword, nor thunder there.
Not to condemn the sons of men,
Did Christ, the Son of God, appear;
No weapons in his hands are seen,
No flaming sword, nor thunder there.
2Such was the pity of our God,He loved the race of man so well,He sent his Son to bear our loadOf sins, and save our souls from hell.
2Such was the pity of our God,
He loved the race of man so well,
He sent his Son to bear our load
Of sins, and save our souls from hell.
3Sinners, believe the Saviour’s word;Trust in his mighty name, and live:A thousand joys his lips afford,His hands a thousand blessings give.
3Sinners, believe the Saviour’s word;
Trust in his mighty name, and live:
A thousand joys his lips afford,
His hands a thousand blessings give.
Watts.
148C. H. M.His poverty.As much have I of worldly goodAs e’er my Master had;I diet on as dainty food,And am as richly clad;Though plain my garb, though scant my hoard,As Mary’s Son and nature’s Lord.2The manger was his infant bed,His home the mountain cave;He had not where to lay his head—He borrowed e’en his grave;Earth yielded him no resting-spot;Her Maker, but she knew him not.3As much the world’s good-will I share,Its favors and applause,As he whose blessed name I bear,Hated without a cause;Despised, rejected, mocked by pride,Betrayed, forsaken, crucified.4Why should I court my Master’s foe?Why should I fear its frown?Why should I seek for rest below?Or sigh for brief renown?A pilgrim to a better land,An heir of joy at God’s right hand.
C. H. M.
His poverty.
As much have I of worldly goodAs e’er my Master had;I diet on as dainty food,And am as richly clad;Though plain my garb, though scant my hoard,As Mary’s Son and nature’s Lord.
As much have I of worldly good
As e’er my Master had;
I diet on as dainty food,
And am as richly clad;
Though plain my garb, though scant my hoard,
As Mary’s Son and nature’s Lord.
2The manger was his infant bed,His home the mountain cave;He had not where to lay his head—He borrowed e’en his grave;Earth yielded him no resting-spot;Her Maker, but she knew him not.
2The manger was his infant bed,
His home the mountain cave;
He had not where to lay his head—
He borrowed e’en his grave;
Earth yielded him no resting-spot;
Her Maker, but she knew him not.
3As much the world’s good-will I share,Its favors and applause,As he whose blessed name I bear,Hated without a cause;Despised, rejected, mocked by pride,Betrayed, forsaken, crucified.
3As much the world’s good-will I share,
Its favors and applause,
As he whose blessed name I bear,
Hated without a cause;
Despised, rejected, mocked by pride,
Betrayed, forsaken, crucified.
4Why should I court my Master’s foe?Why should I fear its frown?Why should I seek for rest below?Or sigh for brief renown?A pilgrim to a better land,An heir of joy at God’s right hand.
4Why should I court my Master’s foe?
Why should I fear its frown?
Why should I seek for rest below?
Or sigh for brief renown?
A pilgrim to a better land,
An heir of joy at God’s right hand.
149C. M.He went about doing good.Acts 10:38.Behold, where, in a mortal form,Appears each grace divine;The virtues, all in Jesus met,With mildest radiance shine.2To spread the rays of heavenly light,To give the mourner joy,To preach glad tidings to the poor,Was his divine employ.3’Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn,Patient and meek he stood;His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;He labored for their good.4In the last hour of deep distress,Before his Father’s throne,With soul resigned, he bowed, and said,“Thy will, not mine, be done!”5Be Christ our pattern and our guide;His image may we bear;O, may we tread his holy steps,His joy and glory share!Enfield.
C. M.
He went about doing good.Acts 10:38.
Behold, where, in a mortal form,Appears each grace divine;The virtues, all in Jesus met,With mildest radiance shine.
Behold, where, in a mortal form,
Appears each grace divine;
The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.
2To spread the rays of heavenly light,To give the mourner joy,To preach glad tidings to the poor,Was his divine employ.
2To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.
3’Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn,Patient and meek he stood;His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;He labored for their good.
3’Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;
He labored for their good.
4In the last hour of deep distress,Before his Father’s throne,With soul resigned, he bowed, and said,“Thy will, not mine, be done!”
4In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father’s throne,
With soul resigned, he bowed, and said,
“Thy will, not mine, be done!”
5Be Christ our pattern and our guide;His image may we bear;O, may we tread his holy steps,His joy and glory share!
5Be Christ our pattern and our guide;
His image may we bear;
O, may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share!
Enfield.
150C. M.The man of sorrows.A pilgrim through this lonely world,The blessed Saviour passed;A mourner all his life was he,A dying Lamb at last.2That tender heart which felt for all,For us its life-blood gave;It found on earth no resting-place,Save only in the grave!3Such was our Lord: and shall we fearThe cross with all its scorn?Or love a faithless, evil world,That wreathed his brow with thorn?4No; facing all its frowns or smiles,Like him, obedient still,We homeward press, through storm or calm,To Zion’s blessed hill.Bonar.
C. M.
The man of sorrows.
A pilgrim through this lonely world,The blessed Saviour passed;A mourner all his life was he,A dying Lamb at last.
A pilgrim through this lonely world,
The blessed Saviour passed;
A mourner all his life was he,
A dying Lamb at last.
2That tender heart which felt for all,For us its life-blood gave;It found on earth no resting-place,Save only in the grave!
2That tender heart which felt for all,
For us its life-blood gave;
It found on earth no resting-place,
Save only in the grave!
3Such was our Lord: and shall we fearThe cross with all its scorn?Or love a faithless, evil world,That wreathed his brow with thorn?
3Such was our Lord: and shall we fear
The cross with all its scorn?
Or love a faithless, evil world,
That wreathed his brow with thorn?
4No; facing all its frowns or smiles,Like him, obedient still,We homeward press, through storm or calm,To Zion’s blessed hill.
4No; facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like him, obedient still,
We homeward press, through storm or calm,
To Zion’s blessed hill.
Bonar.
151C. M.Mighty to save.The winds were howling o’er the deep;Each wave a watery hill;The Saviour wakened from his sleep;He spake, and all was still.2The madman in a tomb had madeHis mansion of despair;Woe to the traveler who strayed,With heedless footsteps, there.3He met that glance so thrilling sweet,He heard those accents mild;And, melting at Messiah’s feet,Wept like a weanéd child.4O, madder than the raving man!O, deafer than the sea!How long the time since Christ beganTo call in vain to me!5Yet could I hear him once again,As I have heard of old,Methinks he should not call in vainHis wanderer to the fold.Heber.
C. M.
Mighty to save.
The winds were howling o’er the deep;Each wave a watery hill;The Saviour wakened from his sleep;He spake, and all was still.
The winds were howling o’er the deep;
Each wave a watery hill;
The Saviour wakened from his sleep;
He spake, and all was still.
2The madman in a tomb had madeHis mansion of despair;Woe to the traveler who strayed,With heedless footsteps, there.
2The madman in a tomb had made
His mansion of despair;
Woe to the traveler who strayed,
With heedless footsteps, there.
3He met that glance so thrilling sweet,He heard those accents mild;And, melting at Messiah’s feet,Wept like a weanéd child.
3He met that glance so thrilling sweet,
He heard those accents mild;
And, melting at Messiah’s feet,
Wept like a weanéd child.
4O, madder than the raving man!O, deafer than the sea!How long the time since Christ beganTo call in vain to me!
4O, madder than the raving man!
O, deafer than the sea!
How long the time since Christ began
To call in vain to me!
5Yet could I hear him once again,As I have heard of old,Methinks he should not call in vainHis wanderer to the fold.
5Yet could I hear him once again,
As I have heard of old,
Methinks he should not call in vain
His wanderer to the fold.
Heber.
152C. P. M.His unsearchable riches.O could I speak the matchless worth,O could I sound the glories forth,Which in my Saviour shine;I’d soar, and touch the heavenly strings,And vie with Gabriel, while he singsIn notes almost divine.2I’d sing the precious blood he spilt,My ransom from the dreadful guiltOf sin, and wrath divine;I’d sing his glorious righteousness,In which all-perfect, heavenly dress,My soul shall ever shine.3I’d sing the characters he bears,And all the forms of love he wears,Exalted on his throne;In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,I would to everlasting daysMake all his glories known.4Well, the delightful day will come,When my dear Lord will bring me home,And I shall see his face;Then, with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,A blest eternity I’ll spend,Triumphant in his grace.Medley.
C. P. M.
His unsearchable riches.
O could I speak the matchless worth,O could I sound the glories forth,Which in my Saviour shine;I’d soar, and touch the heavenly strings,And vie with Gabriel, while he singsIn notes almost divine.
O could I speak the matchless worth,
O could I sound the glories forth,
Which in my Saviour shine;
I’d soar, and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings
In notes almost divine.
2I’d sing the precious blood he spilt,My ransom from the dreadful guiltOf sin, and wrath divine;I’d sing his glorious righteousness,In which all-perfect, heavenly dress,My soul shall ever shine.
2I’d sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin, and wrath divine;
I’d sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress,
My soul shall ever shine.
3I’d sing the characters he bears,And all the forms of love he wears,Exalted on his throne;In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,I would to everlasting daysMake all his glories known.
3I’d sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne;
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days
Make all his glories known.
4Well, the delightful day will come,When my dear Lord will bring me home,And I shall see his face;Then, with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,A blest eternity I’ll spend,Triumphant in his grace.
4Well, the delightful day will come,
When my dear Lord will bring me home,
And I shall see his face;
Then, with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity I’ll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.
Medley.
15311s.A bruised reed he shall not break.Matt. 12:20.To the hall of that feast came the sinful and fair:She heard in the city that Jesus was there:Unheeding the splendor that blazed on the board,She silently knelt at the feet of her Lord!2The hair on her forehead, so sad and so meek,Hung dark on the blushes that glowed on her cheek;And so sad and so lowly she knelt in her shame,It seemed that her spirit had fled from her frame.3The frown and the murmur went round thro’ them all,That one so unhallowed should tread in the hall;And some said the poor would be objects more meetFor the wealth of the perfume she showered on his feet.4She heard but her Saviour—she spoke but in sighs,She dared not look up to the heaven of his eyes:And the hot tears gushed forth at each heave of her breast,As her lips to his sandals she throbbingly pressed.5In the sky, after tempest, as shineth the bow,In the glance of the sunbeam as melteth the snow,Ho looked on the lost one—her sins were forgiven,And Mary went forth in the beauty of heaven!
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A bruised reed he shall not break.Matt. 12:20.
To the hall of that feast came the sinful and fair:She heard in the city that Jesus was there:Unheeding the splendor that blazed on the board,She silently knelt at the feet of her Lord!
To the hall of that feast came the sinful and fair:
She heard in the city that Jesus was there:
Unheeding the splendor that blazed on the board,
She silently knelt at the feet of her Lord!
2The hair on her forehead, so sad and so meek,Hung dark on the blushes that glowed on her cheek;And so sad and so lowly she knelt in her shame,It seemed that her spirit had fled from her frame.
2The hair on her forehead, so sad and so meek,
Hung dark on the blushes that glowed on her cheek;
And so sad and so lowly she knelt in her shame,
It seemed that her spirit had fled from her frame.
3The frown and the murmur went round thro’ them all,That one so unhallowed should tread in the hall;And some said the poor would be objects more meetFor the wealth of the perfume she showered on his feet.
3The frown and the murmur went round thro’ them all,
That one so unhallowed should tread in the hall;
And some said the poor would be objects more meet
For the wealth of the perfume she showered on his feet.
4She heard but her Saviour—she spoke but in sighs,She dared not look up to the heaven of his eyes:And the hot tears gushed forth at each heave of her breast,As her lips to his sandals she throbbingly pressed.
4She heard but her Saviour—she spoke but in sighs,
She dared not look up to the heaven of his eyes:
And the hot tears gushed forth at each heave of her breast,
As her lips to his sandals she throbbingly pressed.
5In the sky, after tempest, as shineth the bow,In the glance of the sunbeam as melteth the snow,Ho looked on the lost one—her sins were forgiven,And Mary went forth in the beauty of heaven!
5In the sky, after tempest, as shineth the bow,
In the glance of the sunbeam as melteth the snow,
Ho looked on the lost one—her sins were forgiven,
And Mary went forth in the beauty of heaven!
15410s & 11s, peculiar.Sacred tears.Draw near, ye weary, bowed, and broken-hearted,Ye onward travelers to a peaceful bourne;Ye from whose path the light hath all departed;Ye who are left in solitude to mourn;Though o’er your spirits hath the storm-cloud swept,Sacred are sorrow’s tears, since “Jesus wept.”2The bright and spotless heir of endless glory,Wept o’er the woes of those he came to save;And angels wondered when they heard the storyThat he who conquered death wept o’er the grave;For ’twas not when his lonely watch he keptIn dark Gethsemane, that “Jesus wept.”3But with the friends he loved, whose hope had perished,The Saviour stood, while through his bosom rushedA tide of sympathy for those he cherished,And from his eyes the burning tear-drops gushed;And bending o’er the tomb where Lazarus slept,In agony of spirit, “Jesus wept.”4Lo! Jesus’ power the sleep of death hath broken,And wiped the tear from sorrow’s drooping eye!Look up, ye mourners, hear what he hath spoken:“He that believes on me, shall never die.”Through faith and love your spirits shall be kept;Hope brighter grew on earth when “Jesus wept.”Mrs. St. Leon Loud.
10s & 11s, peculiar.
Sacred tears.
Draw near, ye weary, bowed, and broken-hearted,Ye onward travelers to a peaceful bourne;Ye from whose path the light hath all departed;Ye who are left in solitude to mourn;Though o’er your spirits hath the storm-cloud swept,Sacred are sorrow’s tears, since “Jesus wept.”
Draw near, ye weary, bowed, and broken-hearted,
Ye onward travelers to a peaceful bourne;
Ye from whose path the light hath all departed;
Ye who are left in solitude to mourn;
Though o’er your spirits hath the storm-cloud swept,
Sacred are sorrow’s tears, since “Jesus wept.”
2The bright and spotless heir of endless glory,Wept o’er the woes of those he came to save;And angels wondered when they heard the storyThat he who conquered death wept o’er the grave;For ’twas not when his lonely watch he keptIn dark Gethsemane, that “Jesus wept.”
2The bright and spotless heir of endless glory,
Wept o’er the woes of those he came to save;
And angels wondered when they heard the story
That he who conquered death wept o’er the grave;
For ’twas not when his lonely watch he kept
In dark Gethsemane, that “Jesus wept.”
3But with the friends he loved, whose hope had perished,The Saviour stood, while through his bosom rushedA tide of sympathy for those he cherished,And from his eyes the burning tear-drops gushed;And bending o’er the tomb where Lazarus slept,In agony of spirit, “Jesus wept.”
3But with the friends he loved, whose hope had perished,
The Saviour stood, while through his bosom rushed
A tide of sympathy for those he cherished,
And from his eyes the burning tear-drops gushed;
And bending o’er the tomb where Lazarus slept,
In agony of spirit, “Jesus wept.”
4Lo! Jesus’ power the sleep of death hath broken,And wiped the tear from sorrow’s drooping eye!Look up, ye mourners, hear what he hath spoken:“He that believes on me, shall never die.”Through faith and love your spirits shall be kept;Hope brighter grew on earth when “Jesus wept.”
4Lo! Jesus’ power the sleep of death hath broken,
And wiped the tear from sorrow’s drooping eye!
Look up, ye mourners, hear what he hath spoken:
“He that believes on me, shall never die.”
Through faith and love your spirits shall be kept;
Hope brighter grew on earth when “Jesus wept.”
Mrs. St. Leon Loud.
155C. M. D.He made himself of no reputation.Phil. 2:7.He came with his heavenly crown,His scepter clad with power;His coming was in feebleness,The infant of an hour;An humble manger cradled, first,The Virgin’s holy birth,And lowing herds surrounded thereThe Lord of heaven and earth.2He came, not in his robe of wrath,With arm outstretched to slay;But on the darkling paths of earth,To pour celestial day;To guide in peace the wandering feet,The broken heart to bind,And bear upon the painful cross,The sins of human kind.3And thou hast borne them, Saviour meek!And therefore unto thee,In humbleness and gratitude,Our hearts shall offered be;Our contrite hearts, an offering, Lord,Which thou wilt not despise,Our souls, our bodies, all be thine,A living sacrifice!Doane.
C. M. D.
He made himself of no reputation.Phil. 2:7.
He came with his heavenly crown,His scepter clad with power;His coming was in feebleness,The infant of an hour;An humble manger cradled, first,The Virgin’s holy birth,And lowing herds surrounded thereThe Lord of heaven and earth.
He came with his heavenly crown,
His scepter clad with power;
His coming was in feebleness,
The infant of an hour;
An humble manger cradled, first,
The Virgin’s holy birth,
And lowing herds surrounded there
The Lord of heaven and earth.
2He came, not in his robe of wrath,With arm outstretched to slay;But on the darkling paths of earth,To pour celestial day;To guide in peace the wandering feet,The broken heart to bind,And bear upon the painful cross,The sins of human kind.
2He came, not in his robe of wrath,
With arm outstretched to slay;
But on the darkling paths of earth,
To pour celestial day;
To guide in peace the wandering feet,
The broken heart to bind,
And bear upon the painful cross,
The sins of human kind.
3And thou hast borne them, Saviour meek!And therefore unto thee,In humbleness and gratitude,Our hearts shall offered be;Our contrite hearts, an offering, Lord,Which thou wilt not despise,Our souls, our bodies, all be thine,A living sacrifice!
3And thou hast borne them, Saviour meek!
And therefore unto thee,
In humbleness and gratitude,
Our hearts shall offered be;
Our contrite hearts, an offering, Lord,
Which thou wilt not despise,
Our souls, our bodies, all be thine,
A living sacrifice!
Doane.
1568s, 7s & 7s.Jesus wept.Jesus wept! those tears are over,But his heart is still the same;Kinsman, Friend, and Elder Brother,Is his everlasting name.Saviour, who can love like thee?Gracious one of Bethany!2When the pangs of trial seize us,When the waves of sorrow roll,I will lay my head on Jesus—Pillow of the troubled soul.Truly, none can feel like thee,Weeping one of Bethany!3Jesus wept, and still in gloryHe can mark each mourner’s tear—Living to retrace the storyOf the hearts he solaced here.Lord, when I am called to die,Let me think of Bethany!4Jesus wept! that tear of sorrowIs a legacy of love;Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow,He the same shall ever prove.Thou art all in all to me,Living one of Bethany!
8s, 7s & 7s.
Jesus wept.
Jesus wept! those tears are over,But his heart is still the same;Kinsman, Friend, and Elder Brother,Is his everlasting name.Saviour, who can love like thee?Gracious one of Bethany!
Jesus wept! those tears are over,
But his heart is still the same;
Kinsman, Friend, and Elder Brother,
Is his everlasting name.
Saviour, who can love like thee?
Gracious one of Bethany!
2When the pangs of trial seize us,When the waves of sorrow roll,I will lay my head on Jesus—Pillow of the troubled soul.Truly, none can feel like thee,Weeping one of Bethany!
2When the pangs of trial seize us,
When the waves of sorrow roll,
I will lay my head on Jesus—
Pillow of the troubled soul.
Truly, none can feel like thee,
Weeping one of Bethany!
3Jesus wept, and still in gloryHe can mark each mourner’s tear—Living to retrace the storyOf the hearts he solaced here.Lord, when I am called to die,Let me think of Bethany!
3Jesus wept, and still in glory
He can mark each mourner’s tear—
Living to retrace the story
Of the hearts he solaced here.
Lord, when I am called to die,
Let me think of Bethany!
4Jesus wept! that tear of sorrowIs a legacy of love;Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow,He the same shall ever prove.Thou art all in all to me,Living one of Bethany!
4Jesus wept! that tear of sorrow
Is a legacy of love;
Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow,
He the same shall ever prove.
Thou art all in all to me,
Living one of Bethany!
CHRIST: SUFFERINGS.157L. M.Christ the sufferer.O suffering Friend of human kind!How, as the fatal hour drew near,Came thronging on thy holy mindThe images of grief and fear!2Gethsemane’s sad midnight scene,The faithless friends, th’ exulting foes,The thorny crown, the insult keen,The scourge, the cross, before thee rose.3Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed,As the dark vision o’er it came;And, though in sinless strength arrayed,Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame?4Onward, like thee, through scorn and dread,May we our Father’s call obey,Steadfast thy path of duty tread,And rise, through death, to endless day.Bulfinch.158L. M.Led as a lamb to the slaughter.The morning dawns upon the placeWhere Jesus spent the night in prayer;Through yielding glooms behold his face!Nor form, nor comeliness is there.2Brought forth to judgment, now he standsArraigned, condemned, at Pilate’s bar;Here, spurned by fierce pretorian bands;There, mocked by Herod’s men of war.3He bears their buffeting and scorn—Mock-homage of the lip, the knee—The purple robe, the crown of thorn—The scourge, the nail, the accursed tree.4No guile within his mouth is found;He neither threatens nor complains;Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound,Dumb ’mid his murderers he remains.5But hark, he prays; ’tis for his foesAnd speaks: ’tis comfort to his friends;Answers: and paradise bestows;He bows his head: the conflict ends.Montgomery.159L. M.The midnight agony.’Tis midnight; and on Olive’s browThe star is dimmed that lately shone;’Tis midnight; in the garden now,The suffering Saviour prays alone.2’Tis midnight; and, from all removed,The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears;E’en that disciple whom he lovedHeeds not his Master’s grief and tears.3’Tis midnight; and for others’ guiltThe man of sorrows weeps in blood;Yet he that hath in anguish kneltIs not forsaken by his God.4’Tis midnight; from the heavenly plainsIs borne the song that angels know;Unheard by mortals are the strainsThat sweetly soothe the Saviour’s woe.W. B. Tappan.160C. M.The bitter cup.Dark was the night, and cold the groundOn which the Lord was laid:His sweat like drops of blood ran down;In agony he prayed.2“Father, remove this bitter cup,If such thy sacred will;If not, content to drink it up,Thy pleasure I fulfill.”3Go to the garden, sinner: seeThose precious drops that flow;The heavy load he bore for thee:For thee he lies so low.4Then learn of him the cross to bear,Thy Father’s will obey;And, when temptations press thee near,Awake to watch and pray.161S. M.He beheld the city, and wept over it.Luke 19:41.Did Christ o’er sinners weep,And shall our cheeks be dry?Let tears of penitential griefFlow forth from every eye.2The Son of God in tears,The wondering angels see;Be thou astonished, O my soul,He shed those tears for thee.3He wept that we might weep,Each sin demands a tear,In heaven alone no sin is foundAnd there’s no weeping there.Beddome.1627s, 6 lines.His example in suffering.Go to dark Gethsemane,Ye that feel the tempter’s power;Your Redeemer’s conflict see;Watch with him one bitter hour:Turn not from his griefs away;Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.2Follow to the judgment hall:View the Lord of life arraigned;O, the wormwood and the gall!O, the pangs his soul sustained!Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;Learn of him to bear the cross.3Calvary’s mournful mountain climb;There, admiring at his feet,Mark that miracle of time,God’s own sacrifice complete:“It is finished,” hear him cry;Learn of Jesus Christ to die.Montgomery.1636s & 5s.Christ in the garden.Night with ebon pinion,Brooded o’er the vale;All around was silent,Save the night-wind’s wail;When Christ the man of sorrows,In tears, and sweat, and blood,Prostrate in the garden,Raised his voice to God.2Smitten for offensesWhich were not his own,He, for our transgressions,Had to weep alone,No friend with words to comfort,Nor hand to help was there.When the meek and lowly,Humbly bowed in prayer.3Abba, Father, Father!If indeed it may,Let this cup of anguish,Pass from me, I pray.Yet, if it must be suffered,By me, thine only Son,Abba, Father, Father,Let thy will be done.L. H. Jameson.164P. M.Gethsemane.Beyond where Cedron’s waters flow,Behold the suffering Saviour goTo sad Gethsemane;His countenance is all divine,Yet grief appears in every line.2He bows beneath the sins of men;He cries to God, and cries again,In sad Gethsemane:He lifts his mournful eyes above—“My Father, can this cup remove?”3With gentle resignation still,He yielded to his Father’s willIn sad Gethsemane;“Behold me here, thine only Son;And, Father, let thy will be done.”4The Father heard; and angels, there,Sustained the Son of God in prayer,In sad Gethsemane:He drank the dreadful cup of pain—Then rose to life and joy again.5When storms of sorrow round us sweep,And scenes of anguish make us weep,To sad GethsemaneWe’ll look, and see the Saviour there,And humbly bow, like him, in prayer.S. F. Smith.165C. H. M.Agony in the garden.He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed,When but his Father’s eyeLooked, through the lonely garden shade,On that dread agony;The Lord of high and heavenly birthWas bowed with sorrow unto death.2The sun went down in fearful hour;The heavens might well grow dim,When this mortality had powerThus to o’ershadow him;That he who came to save might knowThe very depths of human woe.3He knew them all—the doubt, the strife,The faint, perplexing dread;The mists that hang o’er parting lifeAll darkened round his head;And the Deliverer knelt to pray;Yet passed it not, that cup, away.4It passed not, though the stormy waveHad sunk beneath his tread;It passed not, though to him the graveHad yielded up its dead;But there was sent him, from on high,A gift of strength, for man to die.5And was his mortal hour besetWith anguish and dismay?How may we meet our conflict yetIn the dark, narrow way?How, but through him that path who trod:“Save, or we perish, Son of God.”Mrs. Hemans.166S. H. M.Betrayal.Among the mountain trees,The winds were whispering low,And night’s ten thousand harmoniesWere harmonies of woe;A voice of grief was on the gale,It came from Cedron’s gloomy vale.2It was the Saviour’s prayerThat on the silence broke,Imploring strength from heaven to bearThe sin-avenging stroke,As in Gethsemane he knelt,And pangs unknown his bosom felt.3The fitful starlight shoneIn dim and misty gleams,Deep was his agonizing groan,And large the vital streamsThat trickled to the dewy sod,While Jesus raised his voice to God.4The chosen three that staid,Their nightly watch to keep,Left him through sorrows deep to wade,And gave themselves to sleep:Meekly and sad he prayed alone;Strangely forgotten by his own.5Along the streamlet’s bankThe reckless traitor came,And heavy on his bosom sankThe load of guilt and shame;Yet unto them that waited nighHe gave the Lamb of God to die.6Among the mountain treesThe winds were whispering low,And night’s ten thousand harmoniesWere harmonies of woe;For cruel voices filled the galeThat came from Cedron’s gloomy vale.T. J. Edmunson.16711s.Thou sweet gliding Cedron.Thou sweet gliding Cedron, by thy silver streamOur Saviour would linger in moonlight’s soft beam:And by thy bright waters till midnight would stay,And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day.CHORUS.Come, saints, and adore him; come bow at his feet;O give him the glory, the praise that is meet;Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise,And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.2How damp were the vapors that fell on his head,How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed;The angels beholding, amazed at the sight,Attended their Master with solemn delight.3O garden of Olives! thou dear honored spot,The fame of thy wonders shall ne’er be forgot;The theme most transporting to seraphs above,The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of love!Maria De Fleury.
157L. M.Christ the sufferer.O suffering Friend of human kind!How, as the fatal hour drew near,Came thronging on thy holy mindThe images of grief and fear!2Gethsemane’s sad midnight scene,The faithless friends, th’ exulting foes,The thorny crown, the insult keen,The scourge, the cross, before thee rose.3Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed,As the dark vision o’er it came;And, though in sinless strength arrayed,Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame?4Onward, like thee, through scorn and dread,May we our Father’s call obey,Steadfast thy path of duty tread,And rise, through death, to endless day.Bulfinch.
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Christ the sufferer.
O suffering Friend of human kind!How, as the fatal hour drew near,Came thronging on thy holy mindThe images of grief and fear!
O suffering Friend of human kind!
How, as the fatal hour drew near,
Came thronging on thy holy mind
The images of grief and fear!
2Gethsemane’s sad midnight scene,The faithless friends, th’ exulting foes,The thorny crown, the insult keen,The scourge, the cross, before thee rose.
2Gethsemane’s sad midnight scene,
The faithless friends, th’ exulting foes,
The thorny crown, the insult keen,
The scourge, the cross, before thee rose.
3Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed,As the dark vision o’er it came;And, though in sinless strength arrayed,Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame?
3Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed,
As the dark vision o’er it came;
And, though in sinless strength arrayed,
Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame?
4Onward, like thee, through scorn and dread,May we our Father’s call obey,Steadfast thy path of duty tread,And rise, through death, to endless day.
4Onward, like thee, through scorn and dread,
May we our Father’s call obey,
Steadfast thy path of duty tread,
And rise, through death, to endless day.
Bulfinch.
158L. M.Led as a lamb to the slaughter.The morning dawns upon the placeWhere Jesus spent the night in prayer;Through yielding glooms behold his face!Nor form, nor comeliness is there.2Brought forth to judgment, now he standsArraigned, condemned, at Pilate’s bar;Here, spurned by fierce pretorian bands;There, mocked by Herod’s men of war.3He bears their buffeting and scorn—Mock-homage of the lip, the knee—The purple robe, the crown of thorn—The scourge, the nail, the accursed tree.4No guile within his mouth is found;He neither threatens nor complains;Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound,Dumb ’mid his murderers he remains.5But hark, he prays; ’tis for his foesAnd speaks: ’tis comfort to his friends;Answers: and paradise bestows;He bows his head: the conflict ends.Montgomery.
L. M.
Led as a lamb to the slaughter.
The morning dawns upon the placeWhere Jesus spent the night in prayer;Through yielding glooms behold his face!Nor form, nor comeliness is there.
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.
2Brought forth to judgment, now he standsArraigned, condemned, at Pilate’s bar;Here, spurned by fierce pretorian bands;There, mocked by Herod’s men of war.
2Brought forth to judgment, now he stands
Arraigned, condemned, at Pilate’s bar;
Here, spurned by fierce pretorian bands;
There, mocked by Herod’s men of war.
3He bears their buffeting and scorn—Mock-homage of the lip, the knee—The purple robe, the crown of thorn—The scourge, the nail, the accursed tree.
3He bears their buffeting and scorn—
Mock-homage of the lip, the knee—
The purple robe, the crown of thorn—
The scourge, the nail, the accursed tree.
4No guile within his mouth is found;He neither threatens nor complains;Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound,Dumb ’mid his murderers he remains.
4No guile within his mouth is found;
He neither threatens nor complains;
Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound,
Dumb ’mid his murderers he remains.
5But hark, he prays; ’tis for his foesAnd speaks: ’tis comfort to his friends;Answers: and paradise bestows;He bows his head: the conflict ends.
5But hark, he prays; ’tis for his foes
And speaks: ’tis comfort to his friends;
Answers: and paradise bestows;
He bows his head: the conflict ends.
Montgomery.
159L. M.The midnight agony.’Tis midnight; and on Olive’s browThe star is dimmed that lately shone;’Tis midnight; in the garden now,The suffering Saviour prays alone.2’Tis midnight; and, from all removed,The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears;E’en that disciple whom he lovedHeeds not his Master’s grief and tears.3’Tis midnight; and for others’ guiltThe man of sorrows weeps in blood;Yet he that hath in anguish kneltIs not forsaken by his God.4’Tis midnight; from the heavenly plainsIs borne the song that angels know;Unheard by mortals are the strainsThat sweetly soothe the Saviour’s woe.W. B. Tappan.
L. M.
The midnight agony.
’Tis midnight; and on Olive’s browThe star is dimmed that lately shone;’Tis midnight; in the garden now,The suffering Saviour prays alone.
’Tis midnight; and on Olive’s brow
The star is dimmed that lately shone;
’Tis midnight; in the garden now,
The suffering Saviour prays alone.
2’Tis midnight; and, from all removed,The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears;E’en that disciple whom he lovedHeeds not his Master’s grief and tears.
2’Tis midnight; and, from all removed,
The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears;
E’en that disciple whom he loved
Heeds not his Master’s grief and tears.
3’Tis midnight; and for others’ guiltThe man of sorrows weeps in blood;Yet he that hath in anguish kneltIs not forsaken by his God.
3’Tis midnight; and for others’ guilt
The man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt
Is not forsaken by his God.
4’Tis midnight; from the heavenly plainsIs borne the song that angels know;Unheard by mortals are the strainsThat sweetly soothe the Saviour’s woe.
4’Tis midnight; from the heavenly plains
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour’s woe.
W. B. Tappan.
160C. M.The bitter cup.Dark was the night, and cold the groundOn which the Lord was laid:His sweat like drops of blood ran down;In agony he prayed.2“Father, remove this bitter cup,If such thy sacred will;If not, content to drink it up,Thy pleasure I fulfill.”3Go to the garden, sinner: seeThose precious drops that flow;The heavy load he bore for thee:For thee he lies so low.4Then learn of him the cross to bear,Thy Father’s will obey;And, when temptations press thee near,Awake to watch and pray.
C. M.
The bitter cup.
Dark was the night, and cold the groundOn which the Lord was laid:His sweat like drops of blood ran down;In agony he prayed.
Dark was the night, and cold the ground
On which the Lord was laid:
His sweat like drops of blood ran down;
In agony he prayed.
2“Father, remove this bitter cup,If such thy sacred will;If not, content to drink it up,Thy pleasure I fulfill.”
2“Father, remove this bitter cup,
If such thy sacred will;
If not, content to drink it up,
Thy pleasure I fulfill.”
3Go to the garden, sinner: seeThose precious drops that flow;The heavy load he bore for thee:For thee he lies so low.
3Go to the garden, sinner: see
Those precious drops that flow;
The heavy load he bore for thee:
For thee he lies so low.
4Then learn of him the cross to bear,Thy Father’s will obey;And, when temptations press thee near,Awake to watch and pray.
4Then learn of him the cross to bear,
Thy Father’s will obey;
And, when temptations press thee near,
Awake to watch and pray.
161S. M.He beheld the city, and wept over it.Luke 19:41.Did Christ o’er sinners weep,And shall our cheeks be dry?Let tears of penitential griefFlow forth from every eye.2The Son of God in tears,The wondering angels see;Be thou astonished, O my soul,He shed those tears for thee.3He wept that we might weep,Each sin demands a tear,In heaven alone no sin is foundAnd there’s no weeping there.Beddome.
S. M.
He beheld the city, and wept over it.Luke 19:41.
Did Christ o’er sinners weep,And shall our cheeks be dry?Let tears of penitential griefFlow forth from every eye.
Did Christ o’er sinners weep,
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let tears of penitential grief
Flow forth from every eye.
2The Son of God in tears,The wondering angels see;Be thou astonished, O my soul,He shed those tears for thee.
2The Son of God in tears,
The wondering angels see;
Be thou astonished, O my soul,
He shed those tears for thee.
3He wept that we might weep,Each sin demands a tear,In heaven alone no sin is foundAnd there’s no weeping there.
3He wept that we might weep,
Each sin demands a tear,
In heaven alone no sin is found
And there’s no weeping there.
Beddome.
1627s, 6 lines.His example in suffering.Go to dark Gethsemane,Ye that feel the tempter’s power;Your Redeemer’s conflict see;Watch with him one bitter hour:Turn not from his griefs away;Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.2Follow to the judgment hall:View the Lord of life arraigned;O, the wormwood and the gall!O, the pangs his soul sustained!Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;Learn of him to bear the cross.3Calvary’s mournful mountain climb;There, admiring at his feet,Mark that miracle of time,God’s own sacrifice complete:“It is finished,” hear him cry;Learn of Jesus Christ to die.Montgomery.
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His example in suffering.
Go to dark Gethsemane,Ye that feel the tempter’s power;Your Redeemer’s conflict see;Watch with him one bitter hour:Turn not from his griefs away;Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel the tempter’s power;
Your Redeemer’s conflict see;
Watch with him one bitter hour:
Turn not from his griefs away;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2Follow to the judgment hall:View the Lord of life arraigned;O, the wormwood and the gall!O, the pangs his soul sustained!Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;Learn of him to bear the cross.
2Follow to the judgment hall:
View the Lord of life arraigned;
O, the wormwood and the gall!
O, the pangs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
3Calvary’s mournful mountain climb;There, admiring at his feet,Mark that miracle of time,God’s own sacrifice complete:“It is finished,” hear him cry;Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
3Calvary’s mournful mountain climb;
There, admiring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God’s own sacrifice complete:
“It is finished,” hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
Montgomery.
1636s & 5s.Christ in the garden.Night with ebon pinion,Brooded o’er the vale;All around was silent,Save the night-wind’s wail;When Christ the man of sorrows,In tears, and sweat, and blood,Prostrate in the garden,Raised his voice to God.2Smitten for offensesWhich were not his own,He, for our transgressions,Had to weep alone,No friend with words to comfort,Nor hand to help was there.When the meek and lowly,Humbly bowed in prayer.3Abba, Father, Father!If indeed it may,Let this cup of anguish,Pass from me, I pray.Yet, if it must be suffered,By me, thine only Son,Abba, Father, Father,Let thy will be done.L. H. Jameson.
6s & 5s.
Christ in the garden.
Night with ebon pinion,Brooded o’er the vale;All around was silent,Save the night-wind’s wail;When Christ the man of sorrows,In tears, and sweat, and blood,Prostrate in the garden,Raised his voice to God.
Night with ebon pinion,
Brooded o’er the vale;
All around was silent,
Save the night-wind’s wail;
When Christ the man of sorrows,
In tears, and sweat, and blood,
Prostrate in the garden,
Raised his voice to God.
2Smitten for offensesWhich were not his own,He, for our transgressions,Had to weep alone,No friend with words to comfort,Nor hand to help was there.When the meek and lowly,Humbly bowed in prayer.
2Smitten for offenses
Which were not his own,
He, for our transgressions,
Had to weep alone,
No friend with words to comfort,
Nor hand to help was there.
When the meek and lowly,
Humbly bowed in prayer.
3Abba, Father, Father!If indeed it may,Let this cup of anguish,Pass from me, I pray.Yet, if it must be suffered,By me, thine only Son,Abba, Father, Father,Let thy will be done.
3Abba, Father, Father!
If indeed it may,
Let this cup of anguish,
Pass from me, I pray.
Yet, if it must be suffered,
By me, thine only Son,
Abba, Father, Father,
Let thy will be done.
L. H. Jameson.
164P. M.Gethsemane.Beyond where Cedron’s waters flow,Behold the suffering Saviour goTo sad Gethsemane;His countenance is all divine,Yet grief appears in every line.2He bows beneath the sins of men;He cries to God, and cries again,In sad Gethsemane:He lifts his mournful eyes above—“My Father, can this cup remove?”3With gentle resignation still,He yielded to his Father’s willIn sad Gethsemane;“Behold me here, thine only Son;And, Father, let thy will be done.”4The Father heard; and angels, there,Sustained the Son of God in prayer,In sad Gethsemane:He drank the dreadful cup of pain—Then rose to life and joy again.5When storms of sorrow round us sweep,And scenes of anguish make us weep,To sad GethsemaneWe’ll look, and see the Saviour there,And humbly bow, like him, in prayer.S. F. Smith.
P. M.
Gethsemane.
Beyond where Cedron’s waters flow,Behold the suffering Saviour goTo sad Gethsemane;His countenance is all divine,Yet grief appears in every line.
Beyond where Cedron’s waters flow,
Behold the suffering Saviour go
To sad Gethsemane;
His countenance is all divine,
Yet grief appears in every line.
2He bows beneath the sins of men;He cries to God, and cries again,In sad Gethsemane:He lifts his mournful eyes above—“My Father, can this cup remove?”
2He bows beneath the sins of men;
He cries to God, and cries again,
In sad Gethsemane:
He lifts his mournful eyes above—
“My Father, can this cup remove?”
3With gentle resignation still,He yielded to his Father’s willIn sad Gethsemane;“Behold me here, thine only Son;And, Father, let thy will be done.”
3With gentle resignation still,
He yielded to his Father’s will
In sad Gethsemane;
“Behold me here, thine only Son;
And, Father, let thy will be done.”
4The Father heard; and angels, there,Sustained the Son of God in prayer,In sad Gethsemane:He drank the dreadful cup of pain—Then rose to life and joy again.
4The Father heard; and angels, there,
Sustained the Son of God in prayer,
In sad Gethsemane:
He drank the dreadful cup of pain—
Then rose to life and joy again.
5When storms of sorrow round us sweep,And scenes of anguish make us weep,To sad GethsemaneWe’ll look, and see the Saviour there,And humbly bow, like him, in prayer.
5When storms of sorrow round us sweep,
And scenes of anguish make us weep,
To sad Gethsemane
We’ll look, and see the Saviour there,
And humbly bow, like him, in prayer.
S. F. Smith.
165C. H. M.Agony in the garden.He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed,When but his Father’s eyeLooked, through the lonely garden shade,On that dread agony;The Lord of high and heavenly birthWas bowed with sorrow unto death.2The sun went down in fearful hour;The heavens might well grow dim,When this mortality had powerThus to o’ershadow him;That he who came to save might knowThe very depths of human woe.3He knew them all—the doubt, the strife,The faint, perplexing dread;The mists that hang o’er parting lifeAll darkened round his head;And the Deliverer knelt to pray;Yet passed it not, that cup, away.4It passed not, though the stormy waveHad sunk beneath his tread;It passed not, though to him the graveHad yielded up its dead;But there was sent him, from on high,A gift of strength, for man to die.5And was his mortal hour besetWith anguish and dismay?How may we meet our conflict yetIn the dark, narrow way?How, but through him that path who trod:“Save, or we perish, Son of God.”Mrs. Hemans.
C. H. M.
Agony in the garden.
He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed,When but his Father’s eyeLooked, through the lonely garden shade,On that dread agony;The Lord of high and heavenly birthWas bowed with sorrow unto death.
He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed,
When but his Father’s eye
Looked, through the lonely garden shade,
On that dread agony;
The Lord of high and heavenly birth
Was bowed with sorrow unto death.
2The sun went down in fearful hour;The heavens might well grow dim,When this mortality had powerThus to o’ershadow him;That he who came to save might knowThe very depths of human woe.
2The sun went down in fearful hour;
The heavens might well grow dim,
When this mortality had power
Thus to o’ershadow him;
That he who came to save might know
The very depths of human woe.
3He knew them all—the doubt, the strife,The faint, perplexing dread;The mists that hang o’er parting lifeAll darkened round his head;And the Deliverer knelt to pray;Yet passed it not, that cup, away.
3He knew them all—the doubt, the strife,
The faint, perplexing dread;
The mists that hang o’er parting life
All darkened round his head;
And the Deliverer knelt to pray;
Yet passed it not, that cup, away.
4It passed not, though the stormy waveHad sunk beneath his tread;It passed not, though to him the graveHad yielded up its dead;But there was sent him, from on high,A gift of strength, for man to die.
4It passed not, though the stormy wave
Had sunk beneath his tread;
It passed not, though to him the grave
Had yielded up its dead;
But there was sent him, from on high,
A gift of strength, for man to die.
5And was his mortal hour besetWith anguish and dismay?How may we meet our conflict yetIn the dark, narrow way?How, but through him that path who trod:“Save, or we perish, Son of God.”
5And was his mortal hour beset
With anguish and dismay?
How may we meet our conflict yet
In the dark, narrow way?
How, but through him that path who trod:
“Save, or we perish, Son of God.”
Mrs. Hemans.
166S. H. M.Betrayal.Among the mountain trees,The winds were whispering low,And night’s ten thousand harmoniesWere harmonies of woe;A voice of grief was on the gale,It came from Cedron’s gloomy vale.2It was the Saviour’s prayerThat on the silence broke,Imploring strength from heaven to bearThe sin-avenging stroke,As in Gethsemane he knelt,And pangs unknown his bosom felt.3The fitful starlight shoneIn dim and misty gleams,Deep was his agonizing groan,And large the vital streamsThat trickled to the dewy sod,While Jesus raised his voice to God.4The chosen three that staid,Their nightly watch to keep,Left him through sorrows deep to wade,And gave themselves to sleep:Meekly and sad he prayed alone;Strangely forgotten by his own.5Along the streamlet’s bankThe reckless traitor came,And heavy on his bosom sankThe load of guilt and shame;Yet unto them that waited nighHe gave the Lamb of God to die.6Among the mountain treesThe winds were whispering low,And night’s ten thousand harmoniesWere harmonies of woe;For cruel voices filled the galeThat came from Cedron’s gloomy vale.T. J. Edmunson.
S. H. M.
Betrayal.
Among the mountain trees,The winds were whispering low,And night’s ten thousand harmoniesWere harmonies of woe;A voice of grief was on the gale,It came from Cedron’s gloomy vale.
Among the mountain trees,
The winds were whispering low,
And night’s ten thousand harmonies
Were harmonies of woe;
A voice of grief was on the gale,
It came from Cedron’s gloomy vale.
2It was the Saviour’s prayerThat on the silence broke,Imploring strength from heaven to bearThe sin-avenging stroke,As in Gethsemane he knelt,And pangs unknown his bosom felt.
2It was the Saviour’s prayer
That on the silence broke,
Imploring strength from heaven to bear
The sin-avenging stroke,
As in Gethsemane he knelt,
And pangs unknown his bosom felt.
3The fitful starlight shoneIn dim and misty gleams,Deep was his agonizing groan,And large the vital streamsThat trickled to the dewy sod,While Jesus raised his voice to God.
3The fitful starlight shone
In dim and misty gleams,
Deep was his agonizing groan,
And large the vital streams
That trickled to the dewy sod,
While Jesus raised his voice to God.
4The chosen three that staid,Their nightly watch to keep,Left him through sorrows deep to wade,And gave themselves to sleep:Meekly and sad he prayed alone;Strangely forgotten by his own.
4The chosen three that staid,
Their nightly watch to keep,
Left him through sorrows deep to wade,
And gave themselves to sleep:
Meekly and sad he prayed alone;
Strangely forgotten by his own.
5Along the streamlet’s bankThe reckless traitor came,And heavy on his bosom sankThe load of guilt and shame;Yet unto them that waited nighHe gave the Lamb of God to die.
5Along the streamlet’s bank
The reckless traitor came,
And heavy on his bosom sank
The load of guilt and shame;
Yet unto them that waited nigh
He gave the Lamb of God to die.
6Among the mountain treesThe winds were whispering low,And night’s ten thousand harmoniesWere harmonies of woe;For cruel voices filled the galeThat came from Cedron’s gloomy vale.
6Among the mountain trees
The winds were whispering low,
And night’s ten thousand harmonies
Were harmonies of woe;
For cruel voices filled the gale
That came from Cedron’s gloomy vale.
T. J. Edmunson.
16711s.Thou sweet gliding Cedron.Thou sweet gliding Cedron, by thy silver streamOur Saviour would linger in moonlight’s soft beam:And by thy bright waters till midnight would stay,And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day.CHORUS.Come, saints, and adore him; come bow at his feet;O give him the glory, the praise that is meet;Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise,And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.2How damp were the vapors that fell on his head,How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed;The angels beholding, amazed at the sight,Attended their Master with solemn delight.3O garden of Olives! thou dear honored spot,The fame of thy wonders shall ne’er be forgot;The theme most transporting to seraphs above,The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of love!Maria De Fleury.
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Thou sweet gliding Cedron.
Thou sweet gliding Cedron, by thy silver streamOur Saviour would linger in moonlight’s soft beam:And by thy bright waters till midnight would stay,And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day.CHORUS.Come, saints, and adore him; come bow at his feet;O give him the glory, the praise that is meet;Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise,And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.
Thou sweet gliding Cedron, by thy silver stream
Our Saviour would linger in moonlight’s soft beam:
And by thy bright waters till midnight would stay,
And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day.
CHORUS.
Come, saints, and adore him; come bow at his feet;
O give him the glory, the praise that is meet;
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise,
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.
2How damp were the vapors that fell on his head,How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed;The angels beholding, amazed at the sight,Attended their Master with solemn delight.
2How damp were the vapors that fell on his head,
How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed;
The angels beholding, amazed at the sight,
Attended their Master with solemn delight.
3O garden of Olives! thou dear honored spot,The fame of thy wonders shall ne’er be forgot;The theme most transporting to seraphs above,The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of love!
3O garden of Olives! thou dear honored spot,
The fame of thy wonders shall ne’er be forgot;
The theme most transporting to seraphs above,
The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of love!
Maria De Fleury.
THE CRUCIFIXION.168L. M.The bitter cry.From Calvary a cry was heard—A bitter and heart-rending cry:My Saviour! every mournful wordBespeaks thy soul’s deep agony.2A horror of great darkness fellOn thee, thou spotless holy One!And all the swarming hosts of hellConspired to tempt God’s only Son.3The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace—These thou couldst bear, nor once repine;But when Jehovah vailed his face,Unutterable pangs were thine.4Let the dumb world its silence break;Let pealing anthems rend the sky;Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!He died, that we might never die.5Lord! on thy cross I fix mine eye;If e’er I lose its strong control,O! let that dying, piercing cry,Melt and reclaim my wandering soul.Montgomery.169L. M.Looking to the cross.O Lord! when faith with fixéd eyesBeholds thy wondrous sacrifice,Love rises to an ardent flame,And we all other hope disclaim.2With cold affections who can seeThe thorns, the scourge, the nails, the tree,The flowing tears and crimson sweat,The bleeding hands, and head, and feet?3Jesus, what millions of our raceHave seen the triumphs of thy grace!And millions more to thee shall fly,And on thy sacrifice rely.4The sorrow, shame, and death, were thine,And all the stores of wrath divine!Ours are the pardon, life, and bliss;What love can be compared to this!170L. M.Herein is love!1 John 4:10.Have we no tears to shed for him,While soldiers scoff, and Jews deride?Ah! look, how patiently he hangs—Jesus, our Love, is crucified!2What was thy crime, my dearest Lord?By earth, by heaven, thou hast been tried,And guilty found of too much love;Jesus, our Love, is crucified!3Found guilty of excess of love,It was thine own sweet will that tiedThee tighter far than helpless nails;Jesus, our Love, is crucified!4O break, O break, hard heart of mine!Thy weak self-love and guilty prideHis Pilate and his Judas were;Jesus, our Love, is crucified!Lyra Cath.171L. M.Behold the Man!Behold the Man! how glorious he!Before his foes he stands unawed,And, without wrong or blasphemy,He claims equality with God.2Behold the Man! by all condemned,Assaulted by a host of foes;His person and his claims contemned:A Man of suffering and of woes.3Behold the Man! he stands alone,His foes are ready to devour;Not one of all his friends will ownTheir Master in this trying hour.4Behold the Man! though scorned below,He bears the greatest name above;The angels at his footstool bow,And all his royal claims approve.172L. M.Darkness and light.He dies, the friend of winners dies!Lo! Salem’s daughters weep around!A solemn darkness vails the skies,A sudden trembling shakes the ground.2Here’s love and grief beyond degree!The Lord of glory dies for men!But, lo! what sudden joys we see—Jesus the dead revives again!3The rising Lord forsakes the tomb!(The tomb in vain forbids his rise!)Cherubic legions guard him home,And shout him welcome to the skies!4Break off your tears, you saints, and tellHow high our great Deliverer reigns;Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,And led the monster Death in chains.5Say, “Live for ever, wondrous King!Born to redeem, and strong to save!”Then ask the monster, “Where’s thy sting?And where’s thy victory, boasting grave?”Watts.173C. M.His condescension.And did the holy and the just,The Sovereign of the skies,Stoop down to wretchedness and dustThat guilty man might rise?2Yes, the Redeemer left his throne,His radiant throne on high;Surpassing mercy! love unknown!To suffer, bleed, and die.3He took the dying rebel’s place,And suffered in our stead;For sinful man, O wondrous grace!For sinful man he bled!4O Lord! what heavenly wonders dwellIn thy most precious blood?By this are sinners saved from hell,And rebels brought to God.Mrs. Steele.174C. M.He conquered when he fell.We sing the Saviour’s wondrous death—He conquered when he fell:’Tis finished, said his dying breath,And shook the gates of hell.2’Tis finished, our Immanuel cries,The dreadful work is done;Hence shall his sovereign throne arise,His kingdom is begun.3His cross a sure foundation laidFor glory and renown,When through the regions of the deadHe passed to reach the crown.4Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,His praises to record;Sweet be the accents of your songsTo your victorious Lord.5Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,Your sweetest voices raise;Let heaven and all created thingsSound our Immanuel’s praise!175C. M.They nailed him to the cross.Behold the Saviour of mankindNailed to the shameful tree!How vast the love that him inclinedTo bleed and die for me!2Hark! how he groans, while nature shakes,And earth’s strong pillars bend!The temple’s vail asunder breaks,The solid marbles rend.3’Tis finished! now the ransom’s paid,“Receive my soul!” he cries:See—how he bows his sacred head!He bows his head and dies!4But soon from death he’ll rise again,And in full glory shine;O Lamb of God! was ever pain—Was ever love like thine?S. Wesley, sen.176C. M.The dying penitent.As on the cross the Saviour hung,And groaned, and bled, and died,He looked with pity on a wretchThat languished by his side.2The dying thief in Jesus sawA majesty divine;While scoffing Jews around him stood,And asked him for a sign!3The kingdom, Lord, is thine, he said;’Tis thine o’er men to reign:Thy wondrous works thy lordship prove,These pains thy love proclaim:4Honors divine await thee soon,A scepter and a crown:With shame thy foes shall yet beholdThee seated on a throne.5Then, gracious Lord, remember me!Is not forgiveness thine?My crimes have brought me to thy side—Thy love brought thee to mine!6His prayer the dying Jesus hears,And instantly replies,To-day your parting soul shall beWith me in paradise.Stennett.1777s & 6s.Surely he hath borne our griefs.O sacred head, now wounded,With grief and shame weighed down—O sacred brow, surroundedWith thorns, thine only crown:Once on a throne of glory,Adorned with light divine;Now all despised and gory,I joy to call thee mine.2On me, as thou art dying,O, turn thy pitying eye;To thee for mercy crying,Before thy cross I lie.Thine, thine the bitter passion;Thy pain is all for me;Mine, mine the deep transgression;My sins are all on thee.3What language can I borrowTo praise thee, heavenly Friend,For all this dying sorrow,Of all my woes the end?O, can I leave thee ever?Then do not thou leave me;Lord, let me never, neverOutlive my love to thee.4Be near when I am dying;Then close beside me stand;Let me, while faint and sighing,Lean calmly on thy hand:These eyes, new faith receiving,From thee shall never move,For he who dies believing,Dies safely—in thy love.Gerhardt.1788s, 7s & 4.It is finished.John 19:30.Hark! the voice of love and mercySounds aloud from Calvary;See! it rends the rocks asunder,Shakes the earth and vails the sky!It is finished!Hear the dying Saviour cry.2It is finished! O what pleasureDo these precious words afford!Heavenly blessings without measureFlow to us from Christ the Lord;It is finished!Saints, the dying words record.3Finished all the types and shadowsOf the ceremonial law!Finished all that God had promised;Death and hell no more shall awe:It is finished!Saints, from this your comfort draw.4Tune your harps anew, you seraphs,Join to sing the pleasing theme;All on earth and all in heaven,Join to praise Immanuel’s name:Hallelujah!Glory to the bleeding Lamb!Evans.1798s & 6s.Behold the Lamb of God.John 1:20.The Son of Man they did betray;He was condemned, and led away,Think, O my soul, on that dread day,Look on Mount Calvary;Behold him, lamb-like, led alongSurrounded by a wicked throng,Accused by every lying tongue,And then the Lamb of God they hungUpon the shameful tree.2Now, hung between the earth and skies,Behold! in agony he dies;O sinners, hear his mournful cries,Come, see his torturing pain!The morning sun withdrew his light,Blushed, and refused to view the sight,The azure clothed in robes of night,All nature mourned, and stood affright,When Christ the Lord was slain.3All glory be to God on high,Who reigns enthroned above the sky;Who sent his Son to bleed and die;Glory to him be given:While heaven above his praise resounds,O Zion, sing—his grace abounds;I hope to shout eternal rounds,In flaming love that knows no bounds,When glorified in heaven.
168L. M.The bitter cry.From Calvary a cry was heard—A bitter and heart-rending cry:My Saviour! every mournful wordBespeaks thy soul’s deep agony.2A horror of great darkness fellOn thee, thou spotless holy One!And all the swarming hosts of hellConspired to tempt God’s only Son.3The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace—These thou couldst bear, nor once repine;But when Jehovah vailed his face,Unutterable pangs were thine.4Let the dumb world its silence break;Let pealing anthems rend the sky;Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!He died, that we might never die.5Lord! on thy cross I fix mine eye;If e’er I lose its strong control,O! let that dying, piercing cry,Melt and reclaim my wandering soul.Montgomery.
L. M.
The bitter cry.
From Calvary a cry was heard—A bitter and heart-rending cry:My Saviour! every mournful wordBespeaks thy soul’s deep agony.
From Calvary a cry was heard—
A bitter and heart-rending cry:
My Saviour! every mournful word
Bespeaks thy soul’s deep agony.
2A horror of great darkness fellOn thee, thou spotless holy One!And all the swarming hosts of hellConspired to tempt God’s only Son.
2A horror of great darkness fell
On thee, thou spotless holy One!
And all the swarming hosts of hell
Conspired to tempt God’s only Son.
3The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace—These thou couldst bear, nor once repine;But when Jehovah vailed his face,Unutterable pangs were thine.
3The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace—
These thou couldst bear, nor once repine;
But when Jehovah vailed his face,
Unutterable pangs were thine.
4Let the dumb world its silence break;Let pealing anthems rend the sky;Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!He died, that we might never die.
4Let the dumb world its silence break;
Let pealing anthems rend the sky;
Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!
He died, that we might never die.
5Lord! on thy cross I fix mine eye;If e’er I lose its strong control,O! let that dying, piercing cry,Melt and reclaim my wandering soul.
5Lord! on thy cross I fix mine eye;
If e’er I lose its strong control,
O! let that dying, piercing cry,
Melt and reclaim my wandering soul.
Montgomery.
169L. M.Looking to the cross.O Lord! when faith with fixéd eyesBeholds thy wondrous sacrifice,Love rises to an ardent flame,And we all other hope disclaim.2With cold affections who can seeThe thorns, the scourge, the nails, the tree,The flowing tears and crimson sweat,The bleeding hands, and head, and feet?3Jesus, what millions of our raceHave seen the triumphs of thy grace!And millions more to thee shall fly,And on thy sacrifice rely.4The sorrow, shame, and death, were thine,And all the stores of wrath divine!Ours are the pardon, life, and bliss;What love can be compared to this!
L. M.
Looking to the cross.
O Lord! when faith with fixéd eyesBeholds thy wondrous sacrifice,Love rises to an ardent flame,And we all other hope disclaim.
O Lord! when faith with fixéd eyes
Beholds thy wondrous sacrifice,
Love rises to an ardent flame,
And we all other hope disclaim.
2With cold affections who can seeThe thorns, the scourge, the nails, the tree,The flowing tears and crimson sweat,The bleeding hands, and head, and feet?
2With cold affections who can see
The thorns, the scourge, the nails, the tree,
The flowing tears and crimson sweat,
The bleeding hands, and head, and feet?
3Jesus, what millions of our raceHave seen the triumphs of thy grace!And millions more to thee shall fly,And on thy sacrifice rely.
3Jesus, what millions of our race
Have seen the triumphs of thy grace!
And millions more to thee shall fly,
And on thy sacrifice rely.
4The sorrow, shame, and death, were thine,And all the stores of wrath divine!Ours are the pardon, life, and bliss;What love can be compared to this!
4The sorrow, shame, and death, were thine,
And all the stores of wrath divine!
Ours are the pardon, life, and bliss;
What love can be compared to this!
170L. M.Herein is love!1 John 4:10.Have we no tears to shed for him,While soldiers scoff, and Jews deride?Ah! look, how patiently he hangs—Jesus, our Love, is crucified!2What was thy crime, my dearest Lord?By earth, by heaven, thou hast been tried,And guilty found of too much love;Jesus, our Love, is crucified!3Found guilty of excess of love,It was thine own sweet will that tiedThee tighter far than helpless nails;Jesus, our Love, is crucified!4O break, O break, hard heart of mine!Thy weak self-love and guilty prideHis Pilate and his Judas were;Jesus, our Love, is crucified!Lyra Cath.
L. M.
Herein is love!1 John 4:10.
Have we no tears to shed for him,While soldiers scoff, and Jews deride?Ah! look, how patiently he hangs—Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
Have we no tears to shed for him,
While soldiers scoff, and Jews deride?
Ah! look, how patiently he hangs—
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
2What was thy crime, my dearest Lord?By earth, by heaven, thou hast been tried,And guilty found of too much love;Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
2What was thy crime, my dearest Lord?
By earth, by heaven, thou hast been tried,
And guilty found of too much love;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
3Found guilty of excess of love,It was thine own sweet will that tiedThee tighter far than helpless nails;Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
3Found guilty of excess of love,
It was thine own sweet will that tied
Thee tighter far than helpless nails;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
4O break, O break, hard heart of mine!Thy weak self-love and guilty prideHis Pilate and his Judas were;Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
4O break, O break, hard heart of mine!
Thy weak self-love and guilty pride
His Pilate and his Judas were;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
Lyra Cath.
171L. M.Behold the Man!Behold the Man! how glorious he!Before his foes he stands unawed,And, without wrong or blasphemy,He claims equality with God.2Behold the Man! by all condemned,Assaulted by a host of foes;His person and his claims contemned:A Man of suffering and of woes.3Behold the Man! he stands alone,His foes are ready to devour;Not one of all his friends will ownTheir Master in this trying hour.4Behold the Man! though scorned below,He bears the greatest name above;The angels at his footstool bow,And all his royal claims approve.
L. M.
Behold the Man!
Behold the Man! how glorious he!Before his foes he stands unawed,And, without wrong or blasphemy,He claims equality with God.
Behold the Man! how glorious he!
Before his foes he stands unawed,
And, without wrong or blasphemy,
He claims equality with God.
2Behold the Man! by all condemned,Assaulted by a host of foes;His person and his claims contemned:A Man of suffering and of woes.
2Behold the Man! by all condemned,
Assaulted by a host of foes;
His person and his claims contemned:
A Man of suffering and of woes.
3Behold the Man! he stands alone,His foes are ready to devour;Not one of all his friends will ownTheir Master in this trying hour.
3Behold the Man! he stands alone,
His foes are ready to devour;
Not one of all his friends will own
Their Master in this trying hour.
4Behold the Man! though scorned below,He bears the greatest name above;The angels at his footstool bow,And all his royal claims approve.
4Behold the Man! though scorned below,
He bears the greatest name above;
The angels at his footstool bow,
And all his royal claims approve.
172L. M.Darkness and light.He dies, the friend of winners dies!Lo! Salem’s daughters weep around!A solemn darkness vails the skies,A sudden trembling shakes the ground.2Here’s love and grief beyond degree!The Lord of glory dies for men!But, lo! what sudden joys we see—Jesus the dead revives again!3The rising Lord forsakes the tomb!(The tomb in vain forbids his rise!)Cherubic legions guard him home,And shout him welcome to the skies!4Break off your tears, you saints, and tellHow high our great Deliverer reigns;Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,And led the monster Death in chains.5Say, “Live for ever, wondrous King!Born to redeem, and strong to save!”Then ask the monster, “Where’s thy sting?And where’s thy victory, boasting grave?”Watts.
L. M.
Darkness and light.
He dies, the friend of winners dies!Lo! Salem’s daughters weep around!A solemn darkness vails the skies,A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
He dies, the friend of winners dies!
Lo! Salem’s daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness vails the skies,
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
2Here’s love and grief beyond degree!The Lord of glory dies for men!But, lo! what sudden joys we see—Jesus the dead revives again!
2Here’s love and grief beyond degree!
The Lord of glory dies for men!
But, lo! what sudden joys we see—
Jesus the dead revives again!
3The rising Lord forsakes the tomb!(The tomb in vain forbids his rise!)Cherubic legions guard him home,And shout him welcome to the skies!
3The rising Lord forsakes the tomb!
(The tomb in vain forbids his rise!)
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!
4Break off your tears, you saints, and tellHow high our great Deliverer reigns;Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,And led the monster Death in chains.
4Break off your tears, you saints, and tell
How high our great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,
And led the monster Death in chains.
5Say, “Live for ever, wondrous King!Born to redeem, and strong to save!”Then ask the monster, “Where’s thy sting?And where’s thy victory, boasting grave?”
5Say, “Live for ever, wondrous King!
Born to redeem, and strong to save!”
Then ask the monster, “Where’s thy sting?
And where’s thy victory, boasting grave?”
Watts.
173C. M.His condescension.And did the holy and the just,The Sovereign of the skies,Stoop down to wretchedness and dustThat guilty man might rise?2Yes, the Redeemer left his throne,His radiant throne on high;Surpassing mercy! love unknown!To suffer, bleed, and die.3He took the dying rebel’s place,And suffered in our stead;For sinful man, O wondrous grace!For sinful man he bled!4O Lord! what heavenly wonders dwellIn thy most precious blood?By this are sinners saved from hell,And rebels brought to God.Mrs. Steele.
C. M.
His condescension.
And did the holy and the just,The Sovereign of the skies,Stoop down to wretchedness and dustThat guilty man might rise?
And did the holy and the just,
The Sovereign of the skies,
Stoop down to wretchedness and dust
That guilty man might rise?
2Yes, the Redeemer left his throne,His radiant throne on high;Surpassing mercy! love unknown!To suffer, bleed, and die.
2Yes, the Redeemer left his throne,
His radiant throne on high;
Surpassing mercy! love unknown!
To suffer, bleed, and die.
3He took the dying rebel’s place,And suffered in our stead;For sinful man, O wondrous grace!For sinful man he bled!
3He took the dying rebel’s place,
And suffered in our stead;
For sinful man, O wondrous grace!
For sinful man he bled!
4O Lord! what heavenly wonders dwellIn thy most precious blood?By this are sinners saved from hell,And rebels brought to God.
4O Lord! what heavenly wonders dwell
In thy most precious blood?
By this are sinners saved from hell,
And rebels brought to God.
Mrs. Steele.
174C. M.He conquered when he fell.We sing the Saviour’s wondrous death—He conquered when he fell:’Tis finished, said his dying breath,And shook the gates of hell.2’Tis finished, our Immanuel cries,The dreadful work is done;Hence shall his sovereign throne arise,His kingdom is begun.3His cross a sure foundation laidFor glory and renown,When through the regions of the deadHe passed to reach the crown.4Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,His praises to record;Sweet be the accents of your songsTo your victorious Lord.5Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,Your sweetest voices raise;Let heaven and all created thingsSound our Immanuel’s praise!
C. M.
He conquered when he fell.
We sing the Saviour’s wondrous death—He conquered when he fell:’Tis finished, said his dying breath,And shook the gates of hell.
We sing the Saviour’s wondrous death—
He conquered when he fell:
’Tis finished, said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.
2’Tis finished, our Immanuel cries,The dreadful work is done;Hence shall his sovereign throne arise,His kingdom is begun.
2’Tis finished, our Immanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done;
Hence shall his sovereign throne arise,
His kingdom is begun.
3His cross a sure foundation laidFor glory and renown,When through the regions of the deadHe passed to reach the crown.
3His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown,
When through the regions of the dead
He passed to reach the crown.
4Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,His praises to record;Sweet be the accents of your songsTo your victorious Lord.
4Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
His praises to record;
Sweet be the accents of your songs
To your victorious Lord.
5Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,Your sweetest voices raise;Let heaven and all created thingsSound our Immanuel’s praise!
5Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise;
Let heaven and all created things
Sound our Immanuel’s praise!
175C. M.They nailed him to the cross.Behold the Saviour of mankindNailed to the shameful tree!How vast the love that him inclinedTo bleed and die for me!2Hark! how he groans, while nature shakes,And earth’s strong pillars bend!The temple’s vail asunder breaks,The solid marbles rend.3’Tis finished! now the ransom’s paid,“Receive my soul!” he cries:See—how he bows his sacred head!He bows his head and dies!4But soon from death he’ll rise again,And in full glory shine;O Lamb of God! was ever pain—Was ever love like thine?S. Wesley, sen.
C. M.
They nailed him to the cross.
Behold the Saviour of mankindNailed to the shameful tree!How vast the love that him inclinedTo bleed and die for me!
Behold the Saviour of mankind
Nailed to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that him inclined
To bleed and die for me!
2Hark! how he groans, while nature shakes,And earth’s strong pillars bend!The temple’s vail asunder breaks,The solid marbles rend.
2Hark! how he groans, while nature shakes,
And earth’s strong pillars bend!
The temple’s vail asunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.
3’Tis finished! now the ransom’s paid,“Receive my soul!” he cries:See—how he bows his sacred head!He bows his head and dies!
3’Tis finished! now the ransom’s paid,
“Receive my soul!” he cries:
See—how he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head and dies!
4But soon from death he’ll rise again,And in full glory shine;O Lamb of God! was ever pain—Was ever love like thine?
4But soon from death he’ll rise again,
And in full glory shine;
O Lamb of God! was ever pain—
Was ever love like thine?
S. Wesley, sen.
176C. M.The dying penitent.As on the cross the Saviour hung,And groaned, and bled, and died,He looked with pity on a wretchThat languished by his side.2The dying thief in Jesus sawA majesty divine;While scoffing Jews around him stood,And asked him for a sign!3The kingdom, Lord, is thine, he said;’Tis thine o’er men to reign:Thy wondrous works thy lordship prove,These pains thy love proclaim:4Honors divine await thee soon,A scepter and a crown:With shame thy foes shall yet beholdThee seated on a throne.5Then, gracious Lord, remember me!Is not forgiveness thine?My crimes have brought me to thy side—Thy love brought thee to mine!6His prayer the dying Jesus hears,And instantly replies,To-day your parting soul shall beWith me in paradise.Stennett.
C. M.
The dying penitent.
As on the cross the Saviour hung,And groaned, and bled, and died,He looked with pity on a wretchThat languished by his side.
As on the cross the Saviour hung,
And groaned, and bled, and died,
He looked with pity on a wretch
That languished by his side.
2The dying thief in Jesus sawA majesty divine;While scoffing Jews around him stood,And asked him for a sign!
2The dying thief in Jesus saw
A majesty divine;
While scoffing Jews around him stood,
And asked him for a sign!
3The kingdom, Lord, is thine, he said;’Tis thine o’er men to reign:Thy wondrous works thy lordship prove,These pains thy love proclaim:
3The kingdom, Lord, is thine, he said;
’Tis thine o’er men to reign:
Thy wondrous works thy lordship prove,
These pains thy love proclaim:
4Honors divine await thee soon,A scepter and a crown:With shame thy foes shall yet beholdThee seated on a throne.
4Honors divine await thee soon,
A scepter and a crown:
With shame thy foes shall yet behold
Thee seated on a throne.
5Then, gracious Lord, remember me!Is not forgiveness thine?My crimes have brought me to thy side—Thy love brought thee to mine!
5Then, gracious Lord, remember me!
Is not forgiveness thine?
My crimes have brought me to thy side—
Thy love brought thee to mine!
6His prayer the dying Jesus hears,And instantly replies,To-day your parting soul shall beWith me in paradise.
6His prayer the dying Jesus hears,
And instantly replies,
To-day your parting soul shall be
With me in paradise.
Stennett.
1777s & 6s.Surely he hath borne our griefs.O sacred head, now wounded,With grief and shame weighed down—O sacred brow, surroundedWith thorns, thine only crown:Once on a throne of glory,Adorned with light divine;Now all despised and gory,I joy to call thee mine.2On me, as thou art dying,O, turn thy pitying eye;To thee for mercy crying,Before thy cross I lie.Thine, thine the bitter passion;Thy pain is all for me;Mine, mine the deep transgression;My sins are all on thee.3What language can I borrowTo praise thee, heavenly Friend,For all this dying sorrow,Of all my woes the end?O, can I leave thee ever?Then do not thou leave me;Lord, let me never, neverOutlive my love to thee.4Be near when I am dying;Then close beside me stand;Let me, while faint and sighing,Lean calmly on thy hand:These eyes, new faith receiving,From thee shall never move,For he who dies believing,Dies safely—in thy love.Gerhardt.
7s & 6s.
Surely he hath borne our griefs.
O sacred head, now wounded,With grief and shame weighed down—O sacred brow, surroundedWith thorns, thine only crown:Once on a throne of glory,Adorned with light divine;Now all despised and gory,I joy to call thee mine.
O sacred head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down—
O sacred brow, surrounded
With thorns, thine only crown:
Once on a throne of glory,
Adorned with light divine;
Now all despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.
2On me, as thou art dying,O, turn thy pitying eye;To thee for mercy crying,Before thy cross I lie.Thine, thine the bitter passion;Thy pain is all for me;Mine, mine the deep transgression;My sins are all on thee.
2On me, as thou art dying,
O, turn thy pitying eye;
To thee for mercy crying,
Before thy cross I lie.
Thine, thine the bitter passion;
Thy pain is all for me;
Mine, mine the deep transgression;
My sins are all on thee.
3What language can I borrowTo praise thee, heavenly Friend,For all this dying sorrow,Of all my woes the end?O, can I leave thee ever?Then do not thou leave me;Lord, let me never, neverOutlive my love to thee.
3What language can I borrow
To praise thee, heavenly Friend,
For all this dying sorrow,
Of all my woes the end?
O, can I leave thee ever?
Then do not thou leave me;
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to thee.
4Be near when I am dying;Then close beside me stand;Let me, while faint and sighing,Lean calmly on thy hand:These eyes, new faith receiving,From thee shall never move,For he who dies believing,Dies safely—in thy love.
4Be near when I am dying;
Then close beside me stand;
Let me, while faint and sighing,
Lean calmly on thy hand:
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From thee shall never move,
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely—in thy love.
Gerhardt.
1788s, 7s & 4.It is finished.John 19:30.Hark! the voice of love and mercySounds aloud from Calvary;See! it rends the rocks asunder,Shakes the earth and vails the sky!It is finished!Hear the dying Saviour cry.2It is finished! O what pleasureDo these precious words afford!Heavenly blessings without measureFlow to us from Christ the Lord;It is finished!Saints, the dying words record.3Finished all the types and shadowsOf the ceremonial law!Finished all that God had promised;Death and hell no more shall awe:It is finished!Saints, from this your comfort draw.4Tune your harps anew, you seraphs,Join to sing the pleasing theme;All on earth and all in heaven,Join to praise Immanuel’s name:Hallelujah!Glory to the bleeding Lamb!Evans.
8s, 7s & 4.
It is finished.John 19:30.
Hark! the voice of love and mercySounds aloud from Calvary;See! it rends the rocks asunder,Shakes the earth and vails the sky!It is finished!Hear the dying Saviour cry.
Hark! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary;
See! it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth and vails the sky!
It is finished!
Hear the dying Saviour cry.
2It is finished! O what pleasureDo these precious words afford!Heavenly blessings without measureFlow to us from Christ the Lord;It is finished!Saints, the dying words record.
2It is finished! O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford!
Heavenly blessings without measure
Flow to us from Christ the Lord;
It is finished!
Saints, the dying words record.
3Finished all the types and shadowsOf the ceremonial law!Finished all that God had promised;Death and hell no more shall awe:It is finished!Saints, from this your comfort draw.
3Finished 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 this your comfort draw.
4Tune your harps anew, you seraphs,Join to sing the pleasing theme;All on earth and all in heaven,Join to praise Immanuel’s name:Hallelujah!Glory to the bleeding Lamb!
4Tune your harps anew, you seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel’s name:
Hallelujah!
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!
Evans.
1798s & 6s.Behold the Lamb of God.John 1:20.The Son of Man they did betray;He was condemned, and led away,Think, O my soul, on that dread day,Look on Mount Calvary;Behold him, lamb-like, led alongSurrounded by a wicked throng,Accused by every lying tongue,And then the Lamb of God they hungUpon the shameful tree.2Now, hung between the earth and skies,Behold! in agony he dies;O sinners, hear his mournful cries,Come, see his torturing pain!The morning sun withdrew his light,Blushed, and refused to view the sight,The azure clothed in robes of night,All nature mourned, and stood affright,When Christ the Lord was slain.3All glory be to God on high,Who reigns enthroned above the sky;Who sent his Son to bleed and die;Glory to him be given:While heaven above his praise resounds,O Zion, sing—his grace abounds;I hope to shout eternal rounds,In flaming love that knows no bounds,When glorified in heaven.
8s & 6s.
Behold the Lamb of God.John 1:20.
The Son of Man they did betray;He was condemned, and led away,Think, O my soul, on that dread day,Look on Mount Calvary;Behold him, lamb-like, led alongSurrounded by a wicked throng,Accused by every lying tongue,And then the Lamb of God they hungUpon the shameful tree.
The Son of Man they did betray;
He was condemned, and led away,
Think, O my soul, on that dread day,
Look on Mount Calvary;
Behold him, lamb-like, led along
Surrounded by a wicked throng,
Accused by every lying tongue,
And then the Lamb of God they hung
Upon the shameful tree.
2Now, hung between the earth and skies,Behold! in agony he dies;O sinners, hear his mournful cries,Come, see his torturing pain!The morning sun withdrew his light,Blushed, and refused to view the sight,The azure clothed in robes of night,All nature mourned, and stood affright,When Christ the Lord was slain.
2Now, hung between the earth and skies,
Behold! in agony he dies;
O sinners, hear his mournful cries,
Come, see his torturing pain!
The morning sun withdrew his light,
Blushed, and refused to view the sight,
The azure clothed in robes of night,
All nature mourned, and stood affright,
When Christ the Lord was slain.
3All glory be to God on high,Who reigns enthroned above the sky;Who sent his Son to bleed and die;Glory to him be given:While heaven above his praise resounds,O Zion, sing—his grace abounds;I hope to shout eternal rounds,In flaming love that knows no bounds,When glorified in heaven.
3All glory be to God on high,
Who reigns enthroned above the sky;
Who sent his Son to bleed and die;
Glory to him be given:
While heaven above his praise resounds,
O Zion, sing—his grace abounds;
I hope to shout eternal rounds,
In flaming love that knows no bounds,
When glorified in heaven.