O! from earth to heaven restored, Mighty, re-ascended Lord, Listen, listen to the cry Of our solemn litany. 368 1 C.M WATTS. But was in all points tempted as we are.-Heb. iv. 15. ITH joy we meditate the grace W of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, 2 Touched with a sympathy within, He knows what sore temptations mean, 8 But spotless, innocent, and pure 4 He, in the days of feeble flesh, Poured out His cries and tears; And in His measure feels afresh What every member bears. 5 He'll never quench the smoking flax, The bruised reed He never breaks, We shall obtain delivering grace 369 1 W L.M., 6 lines. SIR R. GRANT. Able to succour them that are tempted.-Heb. ii. 18. THEN gathering clouds around I And days are dark and friends are few, 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray 82 5 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, Which covers what was once a friend; And from his hand, his voice, his smile, Divides me for a little while, My Saviour marks the tears I shed; For Jesus wept o'er Lazarus dead. 6 And O! when I have safely passed Through every conflict but the last; Still, still unchanging, watch beside My dying bed-for Thou hast died; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away. HIS PASSION AND DEATH. 370 1 L.M. WATTS. Christ crucified.-1 Cor. i. 23. ATURE with open volume stands, To spread her Maker's praise abroad; And every labour of His hands Shows something worthy of a God. 2 But in the grace that rescued man, His brightest form of glory shines; Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn In precious blood, and crimson lines. 3 O the sweet wonders of that cross, Where Christ my Saviour loved and died! Her noblest life my spirit draws From His dear wounds and bleeding side. 4 I would for ever speak His name, In sounds to mortal ears unknown; With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at His Father's throne. 1 WE Gal. vi. 14. 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 His 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 so rich a crown? 4 His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o'er His body on the tree; Then am I dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me." 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all! 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me: Lo! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way: From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more lustre to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there, that knows no measure, Joys, that through all time abide. 5 In the cross of Christ I glory; Towering o'er the wrecks of time, All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 373 1 87,87,88,77. HOMBERG. A man of sorrows.-Is. liii. 3. MWith our griefs, what shall we say? AN of sorrows, and acquainted Never language yet hath painted All the woes that on Thee lay. Had I seen Thee clothed in weakness, Bearing our reproach with meekness, To attend Thee day and night, Would have been my heart's delight. 2 Tell me, little flock beloved, Ye on whom shone Jesus' face, Say, could e'er into thy mind 3 Oft to prayer, by night, retreated, 4 Should I thus to Thee have cleaved, Or perhaps have joined Thy foes? 2 O Lord of life and glory, 3 What language shall I borrow, Lord, make me Thine for ever, 4 Be near me, Lord, when dying; A sinner believing in Jesus' great name. 68,64. GERHARD They platted a crown of thorns, and put it on His head.-Matt. xxvii. 29. SACRED Head, once wounded, With grief and pain weighed down, How scornfully surrounded With thorns, Thine only crown! How pale art Thou with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish, Which once was bright as morn! ANCIENT HYMN. 376 Whom they slew, and hanged on a 1 2 tree.-Acts x. 39. Letra, word of glory hangs; O! on the inglorious tree Forsaken now is He, And pierced with pangs. A shameful death He dies, Uplifted with transgressors twain; A Lamb for sacrifice; By sinners slain, 379 The Lord hath laid on Him the Weep, till with woe thine eyes grow To that accursed wood dim ; 4 5 6 For love of us He died: "Twas love that bowed His fainting head, And pierced His sacred side. 1 see, and I adore, In sympathy of love; I feel the strong attractive power, Drawn by such cords as these, Let all the earth combine With cheerful ardour to confess In Thee our hearts unite, Nor share Thy griefs alone, But from Thy cross pursue their flight C.M. S. WESLEY, SEN. 378 He hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows.-Isa. liii. 4. Brailed to the shameful tree! EHOLD the Saviour of mankind, How vast the love that Him inclined 2 My God! He cries. All nature shakes, 3 'Tis finished! now the ransom's paid; See where He bows His sacred head;- 4 5 iniquity of us all.-Isa. liii. 6. Land broke the fold of God, IKE sheep we went astray, Each wandering in a different way, How dreadful was the hour When God our wanderings laid, And did at once His vengeance pour Upon the Shepherd's head! How glorious was the grace When Christ sustained the stroke ! His life and blood the Shepherd pays A ransom for the flock. His honour and His breath Were taken both away, Joined with the wicked in His death, But God shall raise His head. And make Him see a numerous seed, 380 1 HE E dies, the Friend of sinners dies: A solemn darkness veils the skies; A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two 4 The Prince of life forsakes the tomb; 381 It is finished.-John xix. 30. SING my Saviour's wondrous death; He conquered when He fell : "Tis finished! said His dying breath, And shook the gates of hell. 2 "Tis finished! our Immanuel cries, The dreadful work is done; Honce shall His sovereign throne arise; His kingdom is begun. 382 A place called Gethsemane. 1 Matt. xxvi. 36. Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power; 2 Follow to the judgment-hall; 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; 4 Early hasten to the tomb, 383 1 The place called Calvary. W God descend in majesty HEN on Sinai's top I see To proclaim His holy law, 2 When, in ecstacy sublime, 3 When on Calvary I rest, Gcd, in flesh made manifest, 4 Here I would for ever stay, 384 It is finished.-John xix. 30. 1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary; See, il rends the rocks asunder, Hear the dying Saviour cry. 2 It is finished!-0 what pleasure Do those gracious words afford; Heavenly blessings without measure, Flow to us from Christ the Lord: It is finished! Saints, the dying words record. 3 Finished, all the types and shadows Finished, all that God had promised; Saints, from hence your comforts draw. 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs Glory to the bleeding Lamb. 1 1 Cor. xv. 20. CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day, Sons of men, and angels, say: 2 Love's redeeming work is done; 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal : 4 Lives again our glorious King; 5 Soar we now where Christ hath led, 6 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven: And worship at His feet; Joyful they come, To such a tomb. 3 Then back to heaven they fly, 4 Ye mortals, catch the sound, Redeemed by Him from hell; And send the echo round The globe on which you dwell: No more to die. 2 3 4 5 dead-Luke xxiv. 5. JESUS lives, no longer now Can thy terrors, Death, appal us: Jesus lives, and this we know, Thou, O Grave, canst not enthral us. Jesus lives, henceforth is death But the gate of life immortal: This shall calm our trembling breath, When we pass its gloomy portal. 389 1 C.M. GREGG. Seen of angels.-1 Tim. iii. 16. BEYOND the glittering starry skies, Far as the eternal hills, There, in the boundless worlds of light, Our great Redeemer dwells. 2 Legions of angels, round His throne, At His right hand, with golden harps, 3 Hail, Prince !-they cry,-for ever hail! Whose unexampled love Moved Thee to quit these glorious realms And royalties above. 4 Through all His travels here below, Oft wondering how and where at last 5 They saw His heart, transfixed with wounds, With love and grief run o'er : 6 They brought His chariot from above, |