Satan conquer'd, and the grave,
Jesus now is strong to save.

3 Why that blood his raiment staining?
"Tis the blood of many slain;
Of his foes there's none remaining,
None, the contest to maintain :
Fall'n they are, no more to rise,
All their glory prostrate lies.
4 Mighty Victor! reign for ever,

Wear the crown so dearly won;
Never shall thy people, never,
Cease to sing what thou hast done :
Thou hast fought thy people's foes;
Thou hast healed thy people's woes.

WHEN I survey the wondrous cross,

On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the cross of Christ my God: All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to thy blood.

3 See! from his head, his hands, his feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down: Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?

Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a tribute far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my life, my soul, my all.

HYMN 63.

C. M.

BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind

Nail'd to the shameful tree;

How vast the love that him inclined
To bleed and die for me!

2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend;

The temple's vail in sunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.

3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid;
"Receive my soul!" he cries:

See where he bows his sacred head!

He bows his head and dies.

4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine;

O Lamb of God, was ever pain,
Was ever love, like thine!

MY Saviour hanging on the tree,
In agonies and blood,
Methought once turn'd his eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.

2 Sure, never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look;

It seem'd to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

3 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt,
And plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And help'd to nail him there.

4 Alas! I knew not what I did;
But now my tears are vain :
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain.

5 A second look he gave, which said,
I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid,
I die that thou may'st live.

6 Thus, while his death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue-

Such is the mystery of grace-
It seals my pardon too.

HYMN 65.

C. M.

FROM whence these direful omens round,

Which heaven and earth amaze? Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground? Why hides the sun his rays?

2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake,
And nature sympathize;

The sun as darkest night be black:
Their Maker, Jesus, dies!

3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree,
His all-atoning blood!

Is this the Infinite? 'tis He,

My Saviour and my God!

4 For me these pangs his soul assail, For me this death is borne;

My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed every thorn.

5 Let sin no more my soul enslave,
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain;

O save me, whom thou cam'st to save,
Nor bleed, nor die in vain.

'TIS finish'd; so the Saviour cried,

And meekly bow'd his head and died.

'Tis finish'd yes, the work is done,
The battle fought, the victory won.

2 'Tis finish'd: all that heaven decreed,
And all the ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfill'd, as long design'd,
In me, the Saviour of mankind.

3 'Tis finish'd: Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore:

The sacred vail is rent in twain, And Jewish rites no more remain. 4 'Tis finish'd: this, my dying groan, Shall sins of every kind atone; Millions shall be redeem'd from death, By this, my last expiring breath. 5 'Tis finish'd: heaven is reconciled, And all the powers of darkness spoil'd: Peace, love, and happiness, again Return and dwell with sinful men. 6 'Tis finish'd let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round: "Tis finish'd: let the echo fly

Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky

HIG

IGH on the bending willows hung,
Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string?
Still mute remains the sullen tongue,
And Sion's song denies to sing?
2 Awake! thy loudest raptures raise,
Let harp and voice unite their strains:
Thy promised King his sceptre sways;
Behold, thy own Messiah reigns.
3 By foreign streams no longer roam,
And, weeping, think on Jordan's flood;
In every clime behold a home,
In every temple see thy God.

4 No taunting foes the song require;
No strangers mock thy captive chain;
Thy friends provoke the silent lyre,
And brethren ask the holy strain.
5 Then why, on bending willows hung,
Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string?
Why mute remains the sullen tongue,
And Sion's song delays to sing?

1 Cor. v. 8. Rom. vi. 9-11.

SINCE Christ, our Passover, is slain,

A sacrifice for all,

Let all, with thankful hearts, agree
To keep the festival:

2 Not with the leaven, as of old,
Of sin and malice fed;
But with unfeign'd sincerity,

And truth's unleaven'd bread.

3 Christ, being raised by power divine, And rescued from the grave,

Shall die no more; death shall on him
No more dominion have.

4 For that he died, 'twas for our sins
He once vouchsafed to die;

But that he lives, he lives to God
For all eternity.

5 So count yourselves as dead to sin,
But graciously restored,

And made, henceforth, alive to God,
Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

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 victory won: Jesus' agony is o'er,

Darkness veils the earth no more. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ has burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids him rise, Christ hath open'd paradise.