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Ash Wednesday.

7. 7. 7. 7.

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1 TORTY days and forty nights
Thou
Thou wast fasting in the wild
Forty days and forty nights
Tempted, and yet undefiled.
2 Sunbeams scorching all the day;
Chilly dew-drops nightly shed;
Prowling beasts about Thy way;
Stones Thy pillow; earth Thy bed.
3 Shall not we Thy sorrow share,
And from earthly joys abstain,
Fasting with unceasing prayer,
Glad with Thee to suffer pain?
4 And if Satan, vexing sore,

Flesh or spirit should assail,
Thou, his vanquisher before,
Grant we may not faint or fail.
5 So shall we have peace Divine;
Holier gladness ours shall be;
Round us, too, shall angels shine,
Such as ministered to Thee.
6 Keep, O keep us, Saviour dear,
Ever constant by Thy side;
That with Thee we may appear
At the eternal Easter-tide.

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C. M.

1 THE sacred season now doth call
A solemn fast to keep,

And bids both priest and people all
Within the temple weep.

2 But come not thou with tears alone,
Or outward form of prayer;

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But let it in thy heart be known
That penitence is there.

3 Thy breast to beat, thy clothes to rend,
God asketh not of thee;

Thy stubborn soul He bids thee bend
In true humility.

4 Oh, let us then with heartfelt grief
Draw near unto our God,
And pray to Him to grant relief,
And stay the uplifted rod.

5 O righteous Judge, in mercy deign
To grant us all we need;

We pray for time to turn again,
And grace to turn indeed.

Palm Sunday.

7. 6. 7. 6.

LL glory, laud, and honour

To Thee, Redeemer, King,

To whom the lips of children

Made sweet hosannas ring. All glory, etc.

2 Thou art the King of Israel, Thou David's royal Son,

Who in the Lord's name comest,

The King and blessed One. All glory, etc.

3 The company of angels

Are praising Thee on high;

And mortal men, and all things
Created make reply.

4 Of old glad Zion's people

All glory, etc.

With palms before Thee went,

And we adoring anthems

Will still, O Lord, present. All glory, etc.

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5 To Thee, before Thy passion,
They sang their hymns of praise ;
To Thee, now high exalted,

One melody we raise.

6 Accept our grateful homage; And while Thy servants sing, Be present now to bless us,

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All glory, etc.

Thou good and gracious King. All glory, etc.

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L. M.

IDE 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.
2 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes,
To see the approaching sacrifice.
3 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father, on His sapphire throne,
Expects His own anointed Son.
4 Ride on ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!

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Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain;
Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign!

Good Friday.

C. M.

behold, your God

Man's sinful likeness wears;

Behold, upon the accursed tree
Man's sins the Saviour bears.

2 O Christ, with wondering minds we see
What mighty love was Thine;

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Did God consent to suffer thus,
And oh, shall man repine ?

3 No, Saviour, no! the power of death
Thy cross hath overcome,

To save us, not from earthly woe,
But from the eternal doom.

4 The flesh may shrink; but we submit,
Whate'er our cross may be,

So Thou by grace enable us

To bear it after Thee.

5 Thy stripes have healed us, and Thy blood Our guilty stains effaced;

Then may Thy name by sins of ours
Be never more disgraced.

8. 7. 8. 7. 4. 7.

ARK! the voice of love and mercy

1 H Sounds aloud from Calvary:

Blest the word, though rocks be rending,
And at mid-day dark the sky!
"It is finished!"

Hear the dying Saviour cry.
2 Oh what joy to helpless sinners
These triumphant words afford!
Heavenly blessings without measure
Flow to us through Christ the Lord.
"It is finished!"

Let all hearts the truth record 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs Chant His praises, spread His fame, All in earth and all in heaven Join the triumph to proclaim : "It is finished!

Glory to Emmanuel's name!

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O bleeding Head, so wounded,
Reviled, and put to scorn!
Death's pallid hue comes o'er Thee,
The glow of life decays,
Yet angel-hosts adore Thee,
And tremble as they gaze.

2 I see Thy strength and vigour
All fading in the strife,
And death with cruel rigour
Bereaving Thee of life!
Oh agony and dying!

Oh love to sinners free!
Jesu, all grace supplying,

Oh turn Thy face on me.
3 In this Thy bitter passion,
Good Shepherd, think of me
With Thy most sweet compassion,
Unworthy though I be;
Beneath Thy cross abiding,
For ever would I rest;
In Thy dear love confiding,
And with Thy presence blest.

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7.7.7.7.

EE the destined day arise,
See a willing sacrifice:

Jesus, to redeem our loss,
Hangs upon the shameful cross.

2 Jesus, who but Thou had borne,
Lifted on that tree of scorn,

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