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 all above, beneath,
Was bowed with sorrow unto death.

2 The sun set in a fearful hour,

The skies might well grow dim, When this mortality had power

So to o'ershadow him!
That he who gave man's breath, might
The very depths of human woe. [know
3 He knew them all; the doubt, the
The faint, perplexing dread; [strife,
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.

4 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.

5 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
Save or we perish, Son of God! [trod?

And while at thy command we pray, Give us our bread from day to day, May we with thee, O Christ, be fed,

THOU who didst on Calvary bleed, Thou who dost for sinners plead, Help me in my time of need,

Jesus, Saviour, hear my cry!

2 In my darkness and my grief,
With my heart of unbelief,
I, who am of sinners chief,
Jesus, lift to thee mine eye!
3 Foes without and fears within,
With no plea thy grace to win,
But that thou canst save from sin,
Jesus, to thy cross I fly!

4 There on thee I cast my care, There to thee I raise my prayer, Jesus, save me from despair,

Save me, save me, or I die!

5 When the storms of trial lower,
When I feel temptation's power,
In the last and darkest hour,
Jesus, Saviour, be thou nigh!

JESUS, Lamb of God, for me
Thou, the Lord of life, didst die;
Whither-whither, but to thee,

Can a trembling sinner fly!
Death's dark waters o'er me roll,
Save, oh, save my sinking soul!
2 Never bowed a martyr's head
Weighed with equal sorrow down;
Never blood so rich was shed,

Never king wore such a crown;
To thy cross and sacrifice
Faith now lifts her tearful eyes.

3 All my soul, by love subdued,

Melts in deep contrition there; By thy mighty grace renewed,

New-born hope forbids despair: Lord! thou canst my guilt forgive, Thou hast bid me look and live.

4 Incarnate Lord, we come to thee,
Thou knowest our infirmity;
Be thou our Helper in the strife,
Be thou our true, our inward Life.

Sinks the inward storm to rest; Life-immortal life-I feel

Kindled in my throbbing breast; Thine-for ever thine-I am! Glory to thee, bleeding Lamb!

L. M.

"He lives again."

1. WATTS.

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HE dies!—the friend of sinners dies;
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around;

A solemn darkness vails the skies;
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
2 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.

3 The rising God forsakes the tomb;
Up to his Father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies. 4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliverer reigns; Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, And led the tyrant Death in chains. 5 Say-live for ever, glorious King,

Born to redeem, and strong to save! Where now, O Death, where is thy sting? And where thy victory,boasting Grave?

"Died for me."

A. STEELE.

To our Redeemer's glorious name,
Awake the sacred song!
Oh, may his love-immortal flame-
Tune every heart and tongue!

2 His love, what mortal thought can
What mortal tongue display ? [reach?
Imagination's utmost stretch,
In wonder, dies away.

3 Dear Lord! while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee,
May every heart with rapture say,-
"The Saviour died for me!"

4 Oh, may the sweet, the blissful theme,
Fill every heart and tongue,
Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.

3

Saints on earth, lift up your eyes,—
Now to glory see him rise
In long triumph through the sky,
Up to waiting worlds on high.

4 Heaven unfolds its portals wide!
King of glory! mount thy throne,
Mighty Conqueror! through them ride;
Boundless empire is thine own.

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65, 45. "Worthy the Lamb!"
GLORY to God on high!
Let heaven and earth reply,

"Praise ye his name! !”
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
Sing loud for evermore,

"Worthy the Lamb!"

2 While they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one,

Praising his name,-
Ye who have felt his blood
Sealing your peace with God,
Sound his dear name abroad,
"Worthy the Lamb!"

3 Join, all ye ransomed race,
Our Lord and God to bless;
Praise ye his name!
In him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,
"Worthy the Lamb!"

"Rejoice!" REJOICE! the Lord is King; Your Lord and King adore: Mortals, give thanks and sing,

J. ALLEN,

C. WF LEY.

And triumph evermore! Lift up your heart, lift up your voice; Rejoice!-again I say, rejoice! 2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns,

The God of truth and love;
When he had purged our stains,
He took his seat above:

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice!-again I say, rejoice!

3 Rejoice in glorious hope:

Jesus, the Judge, shall come, And take his servants up

To their eternal home :

We soon shall hear the archangel's voice; The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice!

Never shall the cross forsake me:
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance, streaming,
Adds more lustre to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there, that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

5 In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.

"Many crowns."

CHRIST, above all glory seated!
King eternal, strong to save!
To thee, Death, by death defeated,
Triumph high and glory gave.

2 Thou art gone where now is given
What no mortal might could gain,
On the eternal throne of heaven,
In thy Father's power to reign.

3 We, O Lord! with hearts adoring,
Follow thee above the sky:
Hear our prayers thy grace imploring,
Lift our souls to thee on high.

4 So when thou again in glory

On the clouds of heaven shall shine, We thy flock shall stand before thee, Owned for evermore as thine.

PROMISE. 88, 78. D.

HENRY SMART.

the heavenly

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"Enthroned in glory." J. BAKEWELL JESUS, hail, enthroned in glory, There for ever to abide; All the heavenly hosts adore thee, Seated at thy Father's side. There for sinners thou art pleading; There thou dost our place prepare; Ever for us interceding

Till in glory we appear.

2 Worship, honor, power and blessing, Thou art worthy to receive; Loudest praises, without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give. Help, ye bright angelic spirits, Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; Help to sing our Saviour's merits, Help to chant Immanuel's praise. 303

C. WESLEY.

"The blood that speaketh." FATHER, hear the blood of Jesus, Speaking in thine ears above: From impending wrath release us; Manifest thy pardoning love. Oh, receive us to thy favor,For his only sake receive; Give us to the bleeding Saviour, Let us by his dying live.

2 "To thy pardoning grace receive them," Once he prayed upon the tree;

Still his blood cries out "Forgive them;
All their sins were laid on me."
Still our Advocate in heaven

Prays the prayer on earth begun,"Father, show their sins forgiven; Father, glorify thy Son !"

304 "Shall see his face."

"WE shall see Him," in our nature,
Seated on his lofty throne,
Loved, adored, by every creature,

Owned as God, and God alone!
There the hosts of shining spirits

Strike their harps, and loudly sing To the praise of Jesus' merits,

To the glory of their King.

ANON.

2 When we pass o'er death's dark river, "We shall see him as he is," Resting in his love and favor, Owning all the glory his.

There to cast our crowns before him, Oh, what bliss the thought affords ! There for ever to adore him,

King of kings, and Lord of lords!

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C. WESLEY.

He lives again.
CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Sons of men, and angels, say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high!
Sing, ye heavens! and earth, reply!
2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won;
Lo, our Sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo, he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ hath opened Paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King;
"Where, O Death, is now thy sting?"
Once he died our souls to save;
"Where's thy victory, boasting Grave?"
5 Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted Head;
Made like him, like him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies!

Joy in the Lord. JOYFUL be the hours to-day; Joyful let the seasons be; Let us sing, for well we may:

T. KELLY.

Jesus! we will sing of thee. 2 Should thy people silent be, Then the very stones would sing: What a debt we owe to thee,

Thee our Saviour, thee our King!

3 Joyful are we now to own,
Rapture thrills us as we trace
All the deeds thy love hath done,
All the riches of thy grace.

4 "Tis thy grace alone can save;

Every blessing comes from theeAll we have, and hope to have,

All we are, and hope to be.

5 Thine the Name to sinners dear! Thine the Name all names before! Blessed here and everywhere;

Blessed now and evermore!