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3 With all his sufferings full in view,

And woes to us unknown,
Forth to the task his spirit flew;

'T was love that urged him on.
4 And while his holy sorrows here

Engage our wondering eyes,
We learn our lighter cross to bear,

And hasten to the skies.

L. M.

Christ's Entry into Jerusalem.
1 Ride on, ride on in majesty!

Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry!
Thy humble beast pursues his road,

With palms and scattered garments 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 winged squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes,

To see the approaching sacrifice.
4 Ride on, ride on in majesty! •

Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on his glorious throne
Expects his own anointed Son!


C. M.

Christ's Nero Command to his Disciples
1 Benold where, breathing love divine,

Our dying Master stands !
His weeping followers, gathering round
Receive his last commands

2 “Blest is the man whose softening heart

Feels all another's pain;
To whom the supplicating eye

Was never raised in vain;

3 “ Peace from the bosom of his Gol,

My peace to him I give;
And when he kneels before his throne,

His trembling soul shall live.
4 “To him protection shall be shown;

And mercy from above
Descend on those who thus fulfil

The perfect law of love."

C. H. M.

The Agony in Gethsemane.
1 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 high and heavenly birth
Was bowed with sorrow unto death.

2 He knew them all, -- the doubt, the strife,

The faint perplexing dread;
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.
3 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.

4 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 trod ?
“ Save, or we perish, Son of God.”


L. M.

MONTGOMERY Christ's Passion. 1 The morning dawns upon the place,

Where Jesus spent the night in prayer; Through brightening glooms behold his face

No form or comeliness is there.
2 Last eve by those he called his own,

Betrayed, forsaken or denied,
He met his enemies alone,

In all their malice, rage, and pride.
3 But hark! he prays;—'t is for his foes ;

He speaks ; — 't is comfort to his friends; Answers ;—and Paradise bestows;

"'T is finished !" - here the conflict ends. 4 “ 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.


L. M.

Christ in Gethsemane.
1 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow

The star is dimmed that lately shone,
'Tis midnight; in the garden, now,
The suffering Saviour prays alone,

2 'Tis midnight; and from all removed,

The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears ; “E’en that disciple whom he loved

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'T is midnight; and for others' guilt

The man of sorrows weeps in blood ;
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt

Is not forsaken by his God.
4 'Tis midnight; from celestial plains

Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains

That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.

C. M.

Agony in the Garden.
1 DARK was the night and cold the ground

On which the Lord was laid ;
His sweat like drops of blood ran down,

In agony he prayed, -
2 ~ Father, remove this bitter cup,

If such thy sacred will;
If not, content to drink it up,

Thy pleasure I fulfil."
3 Go to the garden, sinner; see

Those precious drops that flow;
The heavy load he bore for thee;

For thee he lies so low.

4 Then learn of him the cross to bear;

Thy Father's will obey;
And, when temptations press thee near.
Awake to watch and pray.


75. M. 61.

Christ our Example in Sufferings.
1 Go to dark Gethsemane,

Ye that feel temptation's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,

Watch with him one bitter hour.
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall,

View the Lord of life arraigned :
O the wormwood and the gall!

O the pangs his soul sustained !
Shun not suffering, shame or loss ;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;

There, admiring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,

God's own sacrifice complete :
“ It is finished,” hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb

Where they laid his breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom ;

-Who has taken him away?
Christ is risen; he meets our eyes-
Saviour, teach us so to rise.


The Crucifixion of Christ.
1 Behold the Saviour on the cross,

A spectacle of woe!
See from his agonizing wounds

The blood incessant flow;

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