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61. 7s M. 61. MontgomERY.
Christ our Example in Suffering. 1 Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel temptation's power;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall;
View the Lord of life arraigned.
Learn of him to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, admiring at his feet,
Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 4 Early hasten to the tomb,
Where they laid his breathless clay;
62. L. M. CHRISTIAN Psalmist.
Behold the Man ! 1 Behold the man ! how glorious he!
Before his foes he stands unawed,
2 Behold the man ! by all condemned,
Assaulted by a host of foes ;
3 Behold the man! so weak he seems,
His awful word inspires no fear ;
4 Behold the man! though scorned below,
He bears the greatest name above;
1 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.
2 Last eve, by those he called his own,
Betrayed, forsaken, or denied,
In all their malice, rage, and pride.
He neither threatens nor complains; Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound, Dumb 'midst his murderers he remains.
4 But hark! He prays, - 'tis for his foes;
He speaks, - 'tis comfort to his friends;
5 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.
64. 7s M. Milman.
1 BOUND upon th' accursed tree,
Faint and bleeding, who is he?
2 Bound upon th' accurséd tree,
Sad and dying, who is he?
3 Bound upon th' accurséd tree,
Dread and awful, who is he?
65. S. M. DoddriDGE.
The Savior lifted high!
Expire in agony !
2 For whom, for whom, my heart,
Were all these sorrows borne ?
And meet that various scorn ?
3 For love of us he bled,
And all in torture died ; Twas love that bowed his fainting head, And oped his gushing side.
4 I see, and I adore,
In sympathy of love;
To lift my soul above.
5 In thee our hearts unite,
Nor share thy griefs alone,
To thy triumphant throne.
66. 7s M. Collyer.
Resurrection of Christ.
Jesus dissipates its gloom !
2 Christians, dry your flowing tears;
Chase those unbelieving fears;
3 Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade ;
See the place where Jesus lay. 4 So the rising sun appears,
Shedding radiance o'er the spheres;
67. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld.
Resurrection of Christ. Morning. 1 Again the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day. 2 0, what a night was that which wrapped
The heathen world in gloom!
Triumphant from the tomb !
And loud hosannas sung;
And praise on every tongue.
To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.