Part 10

3 With all his sufferings full in view, And woes to us unknown, Forth to the task his spirit flew; 'Twas love that urged him on.

4 And while his holy sorrows here Engage our wondering eyes, We learn our lighter cross to bear, And hasten to the skies.

224. L. M. Milman.

Christ's Entry into Jerusalem.

1 Ride on, ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry! Thy humble beast pursues his road, With palms and scattered garments strowed.

2 Ride on, ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die! O Christ, thy triumphs now begin, O'er captive death and conquered sin.

3 Ride on, ride on in majesty! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes, To see the approaching sacrifice.

4 Ride on, ride on in majesty! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh; The Father on his glorious throne Expects his own anointed Son!

225. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

Christ's New Command to his Disciples.

1 Behold where, breathing love divine, Our dying Master stands! His weeping followers, gathering round, Receive his last commands.

2 "Blest is the man whose softening heart Feels all another's pain; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain;

3 "Peace from the bosom of his God, My peace to him I give; And when he kneels before his throne, His trembling soul shall live.

4 "To him protection shall be shown; And mercy from above Descend on those who thus fulfil The perfect law of love."

226. C. H. M. Hemans.

The Agony in Gethsemane.

1 He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed, When but his Father's eye Looked, through the lonely garden's shade, On that dread agony: The Lord of high and heavenly birth Was bowed with sorrow unto death.

2 He 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.

3 It 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.

4 And 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."

227. L. M. Montgomery.

Christ's Passion.

1 The morning dawns upon the place, Where Jesus spent the night in prayer; Through brightening glooms behold his face, No form or comeliness is there.

2 Last eve by those he called his own, Betrayed, forsaken or denied, He met his enemies alone, In all their malice, rage, and pride.

3 But hark! he prays;--'tis for his foes; He speaks;--'tis comfort to his friends; Answers;--and Paradise bestows; "'Tis finished!"--here the conflict ends.

4 "Truly, this was the Son of God!" --Though in a servant's mean disguise, And bruised beneath the Father's rod, Not for himself,--for man he dies.

228. L. M. W. B. Tappan.

Christ in Gethsemane.

1 'T is midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; 'T is midnight; in the garden, now, The suffering Saviour prays alone.

2 'T is 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 'T is 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 'T is midnight; from celestial plains Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.

229. C. M. Haweis.

Agony in the Garden.

1 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 fulfil."

3 Go to the garden, sinner; see Those precious drops that flow; The heavy load he bore for thee; For thee he lies so low.

4 Then learn of him the cross to bear; Thy Father's will obey; And, when temptations press thee near, Awake to watch and pray.

230. 7s. M. 6l. Montgomery.

Christ our Example in Sufferings.

1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel temptation'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.

2 Follow 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.

3 Calvary'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.

4 Early hasten to the tomb Where they laid his breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom; --Who has taken him away? Christ is risen; he meets our eyes-- Saviour, teach us so to rise.

231. C. M. Christian Psalmist.

The Crucifixion of Christ.

1 Behold the Saviour on the cross, A spectacle of woe! See from his agonizing wounds The blood incessant flow;

2 Till death's pale ensigns o'er his cheek And trembling lips were spread; Till light forsook his closing eyes, And life his drooping head.

3 'Tis finished--the Messiah dies For sins, but not his own; The great redemption is complete, And death is overthrown.

4 'Tis finished--ritual worship ends, And Gospel ages run; All old things now are past away, A new world is begun.

232. L. M. Steele.

A Dying Saviour.

1 Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies, Hark! his expiring groans arise; See, from his hands, his feet, his side, Descends the sacred, crimson tide.

2 And didst thou bleed?--for sinners bleed? And could the sun behold the deed? No; he withdrew his cheering ray, And darkness veiled the mourning day.

3 Can I survey this scene of woe, Where mingling grief and mercy flow, And yet my heart so hard remain,-- Unmoved by either love or pain!

4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart, To warm this cold, this stupid heart, Till all its powers and passions move, In melting grief and ardent love.

233. L. M. Stennett.

Christ Suffering on the Cross.

1 "'T is finished!"--so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed his head and died: "'T is finished!"--yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won.

2 "'T is finished!"--all that heaven foretold By prophets in the days of old; And truths are opened to our view, That kings and prophets never knew.

3 "'T is finished!"--Son of God, thy power Hath triumphed in this awful hour; And yet our eyes with sorrow see That life to us was death to thee.

4 "'T is finished!"--let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round; "'Tis finished!"--let the triumph rise, And swell the chorus of the skies.

234. L. M. Watts.

Christ's Death and Resurrection.

1 He dies! the Friend of sinners dies! Lo, Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground!

2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two For him who groaned beneath your load! He shed a thousand drops for you-- A thousand drops of richest blood!

3 Here'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!

4 The rising Lord forsakes the tomb-- The tomb in vain forbids his rise; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies!

235. 7s. M. Gibbons.

Christ's Resurrection.

1 Angels, roll the rock away; Death, yield up thy mighty prey; See! he rises from the tomb, Glowing with immortal bloom.

2 'T is the Saviour! Angels, raise Fame's eternal trump of praise; Let the earth's remotest bound Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes; Now to glory see him rise In long triumph up the sky-- Up to waiting worlds on high.

4 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs, Praise, and sweep your golden lyres; Shout, O earth, in rapturous song; Let the strains be sweet and strong.

5 Every note with wonder swell,-- And the Saviour's triumph tell; Where, O death, is now thy sting? Where thy terrors, vanquished king?

236. 7s. M. Collyer.

The Same.

1 Morning breaks upon the tomb! Jesus dissipates its gloom! Day of triumph through the skies, See the glorious Saviour rise!

2 Christians, dry your flowing tears; Chase those unbelieving fears; Look on his deserted grave; Doubt no more his power to save.

3 Ye who are of death afraid, Triumph in the scattered shade; Drive your anxious fears away; See the place where Jesus lay.

4 So the rising sun appears, Shedding radiance o'er the spheres; So returning beams of light Chase the terrors of the night.

237. C. M. Watts.

Ascension and Reign of Christ.

1 O for a shout of sacred joy To God the sovereign King! Let every land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high; His heavenly guards around Attend him rising through the sky, With trumpet's joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains; Let all the earth his honors sing; O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Speak forth his praise with awe profound; Let knowledge guide the song; Nor mock him with a solemn sound Upon a thoughtless tongue.

238. L. M. Watts.

Example of Christ.

1 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.

2 Such 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.

3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air, Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer, The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and thy victory, too.

4 Be thou my pattern; may I bear More of thy gracious image here; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb.

239. C. M. Enfield.

The Same.

1 Behold, where, in a mortal form, Appears each grace divine; The virtues, all in Jesus met, With mildest radiance shine.

2 To 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.

4 In the last hour of deep distress, Before his Father's throne, With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, "Thy will, not mine, be done!"

5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide! His image may we bear! O, may we tread his holy steps, His joy and glory share!

240. C. P. M. Medley.

Excellency of Christ.

1 O, could we speak the matchless worth, O, could we sound the glories forth, Which in our Saviour shine, We'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, And vie with Gabriel, while he sings, In notes almost divine.

2 We'd sing the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears, Exalted on his throne: In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, We would, to everlasting days, Make all his glories known.

3 O, the delightful day will come, When Christ our Lord will bring us home And we shall see his face; Then, with our Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity we'll spend, Triumphant in his grace.

241. L. M. Doddridge.

Christ's Submission to his Father's Will.

1 "Father divine," the Saviour cried, While horrors pressed on every side, And prostrate on the ground he lay, "Remove this bitter cup away.

2 "But if these pangs must still be borne Or helpless man be left forlorn, I bow my soul before thy throne, And say, Thy will, not mine, be done."

3 Thus our submissive souls would bow, And, taught by Jesus, lie as low; Our hearts, and not our lips alone, Would say, Thy will, not ours, be done.

4 Then, though like him in dust we lie, We'll view the blissful moment nigh, Which, from our portion in his pains, Calls to the joy in which he reigns.

242. L. M. Bache.

"Greater love hath no man than this."

1 "See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews, As tender tears from Jesus fell; My grateful heart the thought pursues, And on the theme delights to dwell.

2 See how he loved, who travelled on, Teaching the doctrine from the skies; Who bade disease and pain be gone, And called the sleeping dead to rise.

3 See how he loved, who never shrank From toil or danger, pain or death; Who all the cup of sorrow drank, And meekly yielded up his breath.

4 Such love can we unmoved survey? O may our breasts with ardor glow, To tread his steps, his laws obey, And thus our warm affections show.

243. L. M. Anonymous.

"I am the Way, the Truth and the Life."

1 Thou art the Way--and he who sighs Amid this starless waste of woe To find a pathway to the skies, A light from heaven's eternal glow-- By thee must come, thou Gate of love, Through which the saints undoubting trod, Till faith discovers, like the dove, An ark, a resting-place in God.

2 Thou art the Truth--whose steady day Shines on through earthly blight and bloom, The pure, the everlasting ray, The lamp that shines e'en in the tomb; The light that out of darkness springs, And guideth those that blindly go; The word whose precious radiance flings Its lustre upon all below.

3 Thou art the Life--the blessed well, With living waters gushing o'er, Which those that drink shall ever dwell Where sin and thirst are known no more. Thou art the mystic pillar given, Our lamp by night, our light by day; Thou art the sacred bread from heaven; Thou art the Life--the Truth--the Way.

244. L. M. 6l. Urwick's Col.

Christ All and in All.

1 Jesus, thou source of calm repose, All fulness dwells in thee divine; Our strength, to quell the proudest foes; Our light, in deepest gloom to shine; Thou art our fortress, strength, and tower, Our trust and portion, evermore.

2 Jesus, our Comforter thou art; Our rest in toil, our ease in pain; The balm to heal each broken heart, In storms our peace, in loss our gain; Our joy, beneath the worldling's frown; In shame our glory and our crown;--

3 In want our plentiful supply; In weakness, our almighty power; In bonds, our perfect liberty; Our refuge in temptation's hour; Our comfort, 'midst all grief and thrall; Our life in death; our all in all.

245. C. M. Beddome.

Christ the Resting-Place.

1 Jesus! delightful, charming name! It spreads a fragrance round; Justice and mercy, truth and peace, In union here are found.

2 He is our life, our joy, our strength; In him all glories meet; He is a shade above our heads, A light to guide our feet.

3 When storms arise and tempests blow, He speaks the stilling word; The threatening billows cease to flow, The winds obey their Lord.

4 The thickest clouds are soon dispersed, If Jesus shows his face; To weary, heavy-laden souls He is the resting-place.

246. C. M. Duncan.

The Spiritual Coronation.

1 All hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.

2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,-- A remnant weak and small,-- Hail him, who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all.

3 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all.

4 O, that, with yonder sacred throng, We at his feet may fall; We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all.

247. S. M. Doddridge.

Attraction of the Cross.

1 Behold th' amazing sight, The Saviour lifted high! Behold the Father's chief delight Expire in agony!

2 For whom, for whom, my heart, Were all these sorrows borne? Why did he feel that piercing smart, And meet that cruel scorn?

3 For love of us he bled, And all in torture died; 'T was love that bowed his fainting head, And oped his gushing side.

4 In him our hearts unite, Nor share his grief alone, But from his cross pursue their flight To his triumphant throne.

248. 7s. M. Milman.

"They shall look on Him whom they pierced."

1 Bound upon the accursed tree, Faint and bleeding, who is he? By the cheek so pale and wan, By the crown of twisted thorn, By the side so deeply pierced, By the baffled, burning thirst, By the drooping death-dewed brow. Son of man! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!

2 Bound upon the accursed tree, Sad and dying, who is he? By the last and bitter cry, Life breathed out in agony: By the lifeless body laid In the chamber of the dead: Crucified! we know thee now; Son of man! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!

3 Bound upon the accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is he? By the prayer for them that slew, "Lord! they know not what they do;" By the sealed and guarded cave, By the spoiled and empty grave, By that clear, immortal brow, Son of God! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!

249. C. M. Beddome.

Following Christ.

1 In duties and in sufferings too, My Lord I feign would trace, As he hath done, so would I do, Sustained by heavenly grace.

2 Inflamed with zeal, 'twas his delight To do his Father's will; May the same zeal my soul excite His precepts to fulfil.

3 Meekness, humility and love Through all his conduct shine; O, may my whole deportment prove A copy, Lord, of thine.

250. 7s. M. Furness.

Jesus our Leader.

1 Feeble, helpless, how shall I Learn to live and learn to die? Who, O God, my guide shall be? Who shall lead thy child to thee?

2 Blesséd Father, gracious One, Thou hast sent thy holy Son; He will give the light I need, He my trembling steps will lead.

3 Thus in deed, and thought, and word, Led by Jesus Christ the Lord, In my weakness, thus shall I Learn to live and learn to die.

4 Learn to live in peace and love, Like the perfect ones above;-- Learn to die without a fear, Feeling thee, my Father, near.

251. L. M. H. Ballou.

Christ's Example in Forgiving.

1 Teach us to feel as Jesus prayed, When on the cross he bleeding hung; When all his foes their wrath displayed, And with their spite his bosom stung.

2 For such a heart and such a love, O Lord, we raise our prayer to thee; O pour thy Spirit from above, That we may like our Saviour be.

252. C. M. Anonymous.

God's Servant.

1 Thus saith the Lord who built the heavens, And bade the planets roll, Who peopled all the climes of earth, And formed the human soul:--

2 "Behold my Servant; see him rise Exalted in my might; Him have I chosen, and in him I place supreme delight.

3 "On him, in rich effusion poured, My spirit shall descend; My truth and judgment he shall show To earth's remotest end.

4 "The progress of his zeal and power Shall never know decline, Till foreign lands and distant isles Receive the law divine."

253. L. M. Mason.

The Image of the Invisible God.

1 Thou, Lord! by mortal eyes unseen, And by thine offspring here unknown, To manifest thyself to men, Hast set thine image in thy Son.

2 Though Jews, who granted not his claim, Contemptuous turned away their face, Yet those who trusted in his name Beheld in him thy truth and grace.

3 O thou! at whose almighty word Fair light at first from darkness shone, Teach us to know our glorious Lord, And trace the Father in the Son.

4 While we, thine image there displayed, With love and admiration view, Form us in likeness to our Head, That we may bear thine image too.

254. S. M. Watts.

Christ the Corner-Stone.

1 See what a living stone The builders did refuse; Yet God hath built his church thereon, In spite of envious Jews.

2 The work, O Lord, is thine, And wondrous in our eyes; This day declares it all divine, This day did Jesus rise.

3 This is the glorious day That our Redeemer made; Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray-- Let all the church be glad.

4 Hosanna to the king Of David's royal blood! Bless him, ye saints: he comes to bring Salvation from your God.

5 We bless thine holy word, Which all this grace displays; And offer on thine altar, Lord, Our sacrifice of praise.

255. L. M. S. Streeter.

The Hiding-place.

1 A King shall reign in righteousness, And all the kindred nations bless; The King of Salem, King of peace,-- Nor shall his spreading kingdom cease.

2 In him the naked soul shall find A hiding-place from chilling wind; Or, when the raging tempests beat, A covert warm, a safe retreat.

3 In burning sands and thirsty ground, He like a river shall be found, Or lofty rock, beneath whose shade The weary traveller rests his head.

4 The dimness gone, all eyes shall see His glory, grace, and majesty; All ears shall hearken, and the word Of life receive from Christ the Lord.

256. C. M. S. Streeter.

Blessings of the Gospel.

1 What glorious tidings do I hear From my Redeemer's tongue! I can no longer silence bear; I'll burst into a song:

2 The blind receive their sight with joy; The lame can walk abroad; The dumb their loosened tongues employ; The deaf can hear the word.