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O! from earth to heaven restored,

Mighty, re-ascended Lord,

Listen, listen to the cry

Of our solemn litany.

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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,
His bowels melt with love.

2 Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;

He knows what sore temptations mean,
For He has felt the same.

8 But spotless, innocent, and pure
The great Redeemer stood,
While Satan's fiery darts He bore,
And did resist to blood.

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,
But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed He never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.
Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and His power;

We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.

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L.M., 6 lines. SIR R. GRANT. Able to succour them that are tempted.-Heb. ii. 18.

THEN gathering clouds around I
view,

And days are dark and friends are few,
On Him I lean, who not in vain
Experienced every human pain.
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To flee the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do;
Still He, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
3 If wounded love my bosom swell,
Deceived by those I prized too well,
He shall His pitying aid bestow,
Who felt on earth severer woe,
At once betrayed, denied, or fled,
By those who shared His daily bread.
4 If vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies;
Yet He, who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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,
What within your souls then moved,
When ye felt His kind embrace?
O disciple! once more blessed,
As a bosom friend caressèd,

Say, could e'er into thy mind
Other objects entrance find?

3 Oft to prayer, by night, retreated,
See Him from all search withdrawn;
Tearful eyes, and sighs repeated,
Witnessed still the morning dawn.
There, where He made intercession,
I had poured forth my confession,
And where for my sins He wept,
Praying, I the watch had kept.

4 Should I thus to Thee have cleaved,
'Midst Thy poverty and woes?
On Thee, as my Lord, believed?

Or perhaps have joined Thy foes?
Ah! Thy mercy I had spurned;
But Thyself my heart has turned:
Now Thou knowest, beneath, above,
Nought compared with Thee I love.

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2 O Lord of life and glory,
What bliss till now was Thine!
I read the wondrous story,
I joy to call Thee mine.
Thy grief and Thy compassion
Were all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.

3 What language shall I borrow,
To praise Thee, Heavenly Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?

Lord, make me Thine for ever,
Nor let me faithless prove;
O let me never, never
Abuse such dying love!

4 Be near me, Lord, when dying;
O show Thy cross to me;
And, for my succour flying,
Come, Lord, to set me free:
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely through Thy love.

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A sinner believing in Jesus' great name.

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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.

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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,

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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,
To lift my soul above.

Drawn by such cords as these,

Let all the earth combine

With cheerful ardour to confess
The energy divine.

In Thee our hearts unite,

Nor share Thy griefs alone,

But from Thy cross pursue their flight
To Thy triumphal throne.

C.M. S. WESLEY, SEN.

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our sorrows.-Isa. liii. 4.

Brailed to the shameful tree!

EHOLD the Saviour of mankind,

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

2 My God! He cries. All nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend;
The temple's veil asunder breaks;
The solid marbles rend.

3 'Tis finished! now the ransom's paid;
Receive my soul, He cries;

See where He bows His sacred head;-
He bows His head, and dies.

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iniquity of us all.-Isa. liii. 6. Land broke the fold of God, IKE sheep we went astray,

Each wandering in a different way,
But all the downward road.

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,
And made as vile as they.

But God shall raise His head.
O'er all the sons of men,

And make Him see a numerous seed,
To recompense His pain.

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E dies, the Friend of sinners dies:
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around:

A solemn darkness veils the skies;

A sudden trembling shakes the ground.

2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two
For Him who groaned beneath your load;
He shed a thousand drops for you,-
A thousand drops of richer blood.
8 Here's love and grief beyond degree;
The Lord of glory dies for men.
But, lo! what sudden joys we see,
Jesus, the dead, revives again.

4 The Prince of life forsakes the tomb;
Up to His Father's court He flies:
Cherubic legions guard Him home,
And shout Him welcome to the skies.
5 Dry up your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high your great Deliverer reigns:
Sing, how He spoiled the hosts of hell,
And led the tyrant Death in chains.
6 Say,-Live for ever, wondrous King,
Born to redeem, and strong to save;
Then ask of Death,-O where's thy sting?
And where thy victory, boasting Grave?
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381 It is finished.-John xix. 30.

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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.

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Matt. xxvi. 36.

Go to dark Gethsemane,

Ye that feel the tempter'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, adoring 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 hath taken Him away?
Christ is risen ;-He seeks the skies.
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

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The place called Calvary.
Luke xxiii. 33.

W God descend in majesty

HEN on Sinai's top I see

To proclaim His holy law,
All my spirit sinks with awe.

2 When, in ecstacy sublime,
Tabor's glorious steep I climb,
At the too transporting light,
Darkness rushes o'er my sight.

3 When on Calvary I rest,

Gcd, in flesh made manifest,
Shines in my Redeemer's face,
Full of beauty, truth, and grace.

4 Here I would for ever stay,
Weep and gaze my soul away:
Thou art heaven on earth to me,
Lovely, mournful Calvary.

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It is finished.-John xix. 30.

1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy

Sounds aloud from Calvary;

See, il rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth and veils the sky:
It is finished!

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
Of the ceremonial law :

Finished, all that God had promised;
Death and hell no more shall awe.
It is finished!

Saints, from hence your comforts draw.

4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs
Join to sing the glorious theme,
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name.
Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb.

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1 Cor. xv. 20.

CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,

Sons of men, and angels, say:
Raise your songs and triumphs high:
Sing, ye heavens; and earth reply.

2 Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the battle won.
Lo! our sun's eclipse is o'er:
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal :
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death, in vain, forbids Him rise:
Christ hath opened Paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King;
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once He died our souls to save:
Where's thy victory, O Grave?

5 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head;
Made like Him, like Him we rise:
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

6 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven:
Praise to Thee by both be given.
Thee we greet triumphant now:
Hail the Resurrection, Thou!

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And worship at His feet;

Joyful they come,
And wing their way
From realms of day

To such a tomb.

3 Then back to heaven they fly,
And the glad tidings bear.
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the air!
Their anthems say,-
Jesus, who bled,
Hath left the dead;
He rose to-day.

4 Ye mortals, catch the sound, Redeemed by Him from hell; And send the echo round

The globe on which you dwell:
Transported, cry,-
Jesus, who bled,
Hath left the dead,

No more to die.

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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.

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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,
In countless armies shine;

At His right hand, with golden harps,
They offer songs divine.

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,
They did His steps attend;

Oft wondering how and where at last
The mystic scene would end.

5 They saw His heart, transfixed with

wounds,

With love and grief run o'er :
They saw Him break the bars of death,
Which none e'er brake before.

6 They brought His chariot from above,
To bear Him to His throne;
Spread their triumphant wings, and
The glorious work is done! [cried,-

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