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3 With all his sufferings full in view,
And woes to us unknown,
'T was love that urged him on.
Engage our wondering eyes,
And hasten to the skies.
Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry!
With palms and scattered garments strowed. 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die !
O'er captive death and conquered sin.
The winged squadrons of the sky
To see the approaching sacrifice.
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
Our dying Master stands !
2 “Blest is the man whose softening heart
Feels all another's pain;
Was never raised in vain;
3 “ Peace from the bosom of his Gol,
My peace to him I give;
His trembling soul shall live.
And mercy from above
The perfect law of love."
When but his Father's eye
On that dread agony:
2 He knew them all, -- the doubt, the strife,
The faint perplexing dread;
All darkened round his head;
Had sunk beneath his tread;
Had yielded up its dead;
4 And was his mortal hour beset
With anguish and dismay?
In the dark, narrow way?
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.
Betrayed, forsaken or denied,
In all their malice, rage, and pride.
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,
Not for himself, -- for man he dies.
W. B. TAPPAN
The star is dimmed that lately shone,
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 ;
Is not forsaken by his God.
Is borne the song that angels know;
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.
On which the Lord was laid ;
In agony he prayed, -
If such thy sacred will;
Thy pleasure I fulfil."
Those precious drops that flow;
For thee he lies so low.
4 Then learn of him the cross to bear;
Thy Father's will obey;
75. M. 61.
Ye that feel temptation's power,
Watch with him one bitter hour.
View the Lord of life arraigned :
O the pangs his soul sustained !
There, admiring at his feet,
God's own sacrifice complete :
Where they laid his breathless clay;
-Who has taken him away?
C. M. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST
A spectacle of woe!
The blood incessant flow;