PARK STREET. L. M. อง 140 I RIDE on! ride on in majesty! 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 angel armies of the sky eyes To see the approaching sacrifice. 4 Ride on ride on in majesty! The last and fiercest strife is nigh: The FATHER on His sapphire Throne Awaits His own anointed SON. 5 Ride on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp, ride on to die; Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain, Then take, O GOD, Thy power, and reign. 141 I To Thee be glory, honor, praise, Jesus, Redeemer, Saviour, King! Inspired with joy at Thine approach, Thy children loud Hosannas sing. 2 Hail, Israel's King! Hail, David's Son! Hail, Thou that in Jehovah's name Didst come Thy people to redeem, And comest now Thy crown to claim! 3 Then, in Thy way to Salem's courts, They met Thee with triumphal palms; Now, for Thy glad return we watch With longing prayers, and vows, and psalms. 4 Then, from the shouts of fickle joy Thou passedst to Thy cross, Thy grave; Now, from the dawn of endless day, We welcome Him that comes to save. 5 To Thee, Redeemer, Saviour, King, To Thee be glory, honor, praise! At Thine approach, with joy inspired, Thy children loud Hosannas raise. I WAKE the song, O Zion's daughter, In the name of Israel's Lord; 2 As the children of the Hebrews Hosanna in the highest! 3 Glory, honor, and salvation So with songs we welcome Thee! Praise and magnify on high, While with longing expectation All Thy saints Hosanna cry: Hosanna in the highest! DOXOLOGY. PRAISE the God of our salvation; Praise the Father's boundless love; Praise the Lamb, our expiation; Praise the Spirit from above; Author of the new creation, Him by whom our spirits live; Undivided adoration To the One Jehovah give: Hosanna in the highest! 4 All my sins against my God, 5 Here's my claim, and here alone; 6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, I BLOOD is the price of heaven; He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds! 2 Under the olive boughs, Falling like ruby beads, The blood drops from His brows; He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds! 3 While the fierce scourges fall The precious blood still pleads; In front of Pilate's hall He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds! 4 Beneath the thorny crown The crimson fountain speeds; See how it trickles down; He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds! 5 Bearing the fatal wood, His band of saints He leads, 6 On Calvary His shame With blood still intercedes ; He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds! 7 He hangs upon the tree, Hangs there for my misdeeds; 8 O sweet, O precious blood! What love, what love it breeds! Ransom, Reward, and Food; He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds! WALDRON. L. M. 2 e 145 I YE that pass by, behold the Man! The Man of Grief condemned for you, The Lamb of God for sinners slain, Weeping to Calvary pursue. 2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear, With nails they fasten to the wood; His sacred limbs! exposed and bare, Or only covered with His blood. 3 Behold His temples crowned with thorn, His bleeding hands extended wide, His streaming feet transfixed and torn, The fountain gushing from His side! 4 O Thou dear suffering Son of God, How doth Thy heart to sinners move! Sprinkle on us Thy precious blood, And melt us with Thy dying love! 5 The rocks could feel Thy powerful death, And tremble and asunder part; 3 Oh for His sake our guilt forgive, 147 I Oн come and mourn with me awhile; 2 Have we no tears to shed for Him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride? Ah, look how patiently He hangs! Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 3 How fast His hands and feet are nailed! His throat with parching thirst is dried ; His failing eyes are dimmed with blood: Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 4 Seven times He spake, seven words of love; And all three hours His silence cried 5 Come let us stand beneath the cross; |