O! from earth to heaven restored,
Mighty, re-ascended Lord,
Listen, listen to the cry
Of our solemn litany.

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 0! 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.

C.M

WATTS. 368

But was in all points tempted as we

are.-Heb. iv. 15. 1

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.

369

L.M., 6 lines. SIR R. GRANT.
Able to succour them that are

tempted.-Heb. ii. 18. 1

WHEN gathering clouds around I
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 shonld 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.

82

HIS PASSION AND DEATH.
L.M.

WATTS 370

Christ crucified.- 1 Cor. 1. 23.

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. 30 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. 371 The cross Jour Lord Jesus Christ.

Gal. vi. 14.
1
WHEN
THEN 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! 372 The cross of Christ.–Gal. vi. 12.

BOWRINO
N the cross of Christ I glory;
All the light of sacred story,
Gathers round its head sublime.

* time,

314 They platted a crown of thorns, and

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,

2 O Lord of life and glory, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,

What bliss till now was Thine ! Never shall the cross forsake me:

I read the wondrous story, Lol it glows with peace and joy.

I joy to call Thee mine. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming

Thy grief and Thy compassion Light and love upon my way:

Were all for sinners' gain; From the cross the radiance streaming

Mine, mine was the transgression,

But Thine the deadly pain. Adds more lustre to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,

3 What language shall I borrow,

To praise Thee, Heavenly Friend, By the cross are sanctified;

For this Thy dying sorrow,
Peace is there, that knows no measure,
Joys, that through all time abide.

Thy pity without end?

Lord, make me Thine for ever, 5 In the cross of Christ I glory;

Nor let me faithless prove; Towering o'er the wrecks of time,

O let me never, never All the light of sacred story,

Abuse such dying love ! Gathers round its head sublime.

4 Be near me, Lord, when dying;

O show Thy cross to me;
373
87,87,88,77.

HOMBERG And, for my succour flying,
A man of sorrows.-I8. liii. 3.

Come, Lord, to set me free: ? MAN of sorrows, and acquainted

These eyes, new faith receiving,

From Jesus shall not move;
With our griefs, what shall we say?
Never language yet hath painted

For he who dies believing,
All the woes that on Thee lay.

Dies safely through Thy love. Had I seen Thee clothed in weakness,

5.5.11,8.5.11. C. WESLEY. Bearing our reproach with meekness, To attend Thee day and night,

375

18 it nothing to you, all ye that pass Would have been my heart's delight.

by f-Lam. i. 12. 2 Tell me, little flock beloved,

1 A ;

LL ye that pass by,
Ye on whom shone Jesus face,
What within your souls then moved,

To you is it nothing your Saviour should
Your ransom and peace,

[die ? When ye felt His kind embrace ? O disciple ! once more blessed,

Your surety He is; As a bosom friend caressèd,

Come, see if there ever was sorrow like His. Say, could e'er into thy mind

2 For what you have done, Other objects entrance find ?

His blood must atone; 3 Oft to prayer, by night, retreated,

The Father hath given for you His dear Son;

The Lord, in the day See Him from all search withdrawn;

Of His anger, did lay (away. Tearful eyes, and sighs repeated, Witnessed still the morning dawn.

Your sins on the Lamb, and He bore them There, where He made intercession,

3 He answered for all; I had poured forth my confession,

O come at His call, And where for my sins He wept,

And low at His feet in astonishment fall: Praying, I the watch had kept.

For you and for me

He prayed on the tree; 4 Should I thus to Thee have cleaved,

The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free. 'Midst Thy poverty and woes? On Thee, as my Lord, believed ?

4 O lift up your eyes,

'Tis finished! He cries; Or perhaps have joined Thy foes? Ah! Thy mercy I had spurnèd;

Impassive, He suffers; immortal, He dies. But Thyself my heart has turned :

My pardon I claim;

A sinner I am, Now Thou knowest, beneath, above, Nought compared with Thee I love. A sinner believing in Jesus' great name.

. 7.6. D.

GERHARD. 376 Whom they stew, and hanged on a put it on His head.-Matt. xxvii. 29.

tree.-Acts x. 39. 10 SACRED Head, once wounded,

1
Lorhe

Luha, the crordsofregory hangs ;
With grief and pain weighed down,
How scornfully surrounded

Forsaken now is He, With thorns, Thine only crown!

And pierced with pangs. How pale art Thou with anguish,

2 A shameful death He dies, With sore abuse and scorn !

Uplifted with transgressors twain; How does that visage languish,

A Lamb for sacrifice; Which once was bright as mórn !

By sinners slain.

F2

Hudentiem ar daughtersweep around:

3 Full is His cup of woe;

WATTS. In death His drooping head declines

379 The Lord hatin laid on Him this "Tis done! He cries; and now

iniquity of us all.-Isa. liii. 6. His soul resigns.

1 ,

IKE sheep we went astray, 4 O come, my soul, and gaze On that great grief, that arown of thorn; Each wandering in a different way, In deep and dread amaze

But all the downward road. There look and mourn. 5 For thee He shed His blood,

How dreadful was the hour Weep, till with woe thine eyes grow dim;

When God our wanderings laid,

And did at once His vengeance pour
To that accursed wood
Thou hast nailed Him.

Upon the Shepherd's head ! 6 To Thee, the mighty Lord,

3 How glorious was the grace Who washed in blood our sins away,

When Christ sustained the stroke!
Our boundless gratitude

His life and blood the Shepherd pays
Its thanks would pay.

A ransom for the flock.
4

. 377 1, if I be lifted up, will draw allmen.

His honour and His breath

Were taken both away,
John xii. 32.

Joined with the wicked in His death,

And made as vile as they. 1 EHOLD the amazing sight,

8 But God shall raise His head Behold the Son, God's chief

delight,

O'er all the sons of men, Expire in agony !

And make Him see a numerous seed,

To recompense His pain. 2 For whom, for whom, my heart, Were all these sorrows borne ?

L.M.

WATTS. Why did He feel that piercing smart,

380

Christ died..and rose again. And meet that various scorn ?

1 Cor. xv. 3, 4. 3 For love of us He bled,

1 E dies, the Friend of sinners dies :
For love of us He died :
'Twas love that bowed His fainting head, A solemn darkness veils the skies;
And pierced His sacred side.

A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
I see, and I adore,
In sympathy of love;

2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two I feel the strong attractive power,

For Him
who groaned beneath

your load; To lift my soul above.

He shed a thousand drops for you,

A thousand drops of richer blood. 5 Drawn by such cords as these, Let all the earth combine

3 Here's love and grief beyond degree; With cheerful ardour to confess

The Lord of glory dies for men. The energy divine.

But, lo! what sudden joys we see,

Jesus, the dead, revives again. 6 In Thee our hearts unite, Nor share Thy griefs alone,

4 The Prince of life forsakes the tomb; But from Thy cross pursue their fight

Up to His Father's court He flies: To Thy triumphal throne.

Cherubic legions guard Him home,

And shout Üim welcome to the skies. 378 He hath borne our griefs, and carried

5 Dry up, your tears, ye saints, and tell our sorrows.--I sa. liii. 4.

How high your great Deliverer reigns: EHOLD the Saviour of mankind,

Sing, how He spoiled the hosts of hell, 1

And led the tyrant Death in chains. How vast the love that Him inclined

6 Say,-Live for ever, wondrous King, To bleed and die for me!

Born to redeem, and strong 2 My God! He cries. All nature shakes,

Then ask of Death,-0 where's thy sting? And earth's strong pillars bend;

And where thy victory, boasting Grave? The temple's veil asunder breaks;

C.M.

WATTS. The solid marbles rend.

381

It is finished. John xix. 30. 3 'Tis finished ! now the ransom's paid; Receive my soul, He cries ;

I

SING my Saviour's wondrous death; See where He bows His sacred head ;

save;

3 His cross a sure foundation laid

87,87,47.

FRANtis. For glory and renown,

384

It is finished.-John xix. 30. When through the regions of the dead

1 ARK! the voice of love and mercy He passed

to reach the crown. 4 Exalted at His Father's side

See, il rends the rocks asunder, Sits our victorious Lord;

Shakes the earth and veils the sky : To heaven and hell His hands divide

It is finished ! The vengeance or reward.

Hear the dying Saviour cry. 5 The saints, from His propitious eye,

2 It is finished !-O what pleasure Await their several crowns,

Do those gracious words afford; And all the sons of darkness fly

Heavenly blessings without measure, The terror of His frowns.

Flow to us from Christ the Lord :

It is finished !

Saints, the dying words record. 382 A place called Gethsemane.

MONTGOMERY.

3 Finished, all the types and shadows Matt. xxvi. 36.

Of the ceremonial law : i no to dark Gethsemane,

Finished, all that God had promised; Ye that feel the tempter's power;

Death and hell no more shall awe. Your Redeemer's conflict see:

It is finished ! Watch with Him one bitter hour:

Saints, from hence your comforts draw. Turn not from His griefs away: Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.

Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs

Join to sing the glorious theme, 2 Follow to the judgment-hall ;

All on earth,

and all in heaven, View the Lord of life arraigned.

Join to praise Immanuel's name. O the wormwood and the gall !

Hallelujah! O the pangs His soul sustained !

Glory to the bleeding Lamb. Shun not suffering, shame,

or loss : Learn of Him to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, adoring at His feet,

HIS RESURRECTION AND
Mark that miracle of time,-

ASCENSION.
God's own sacrifice complete.
It is finished ! hear Him cry:

O. WESLEY. Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

385 The first-fruits of them that slept.

1 Cor. xv. 20. 4 Early hasten to the tomb, Where they laid His breathless clay.

1

CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day, All is solitude and gloom : Who hath taken Him away?

Raise your songs and triumphs high : Christ is risen ;-He seeks the skies.

Sing, ye heavens; and earth reply. Saviour, teach us so to rise.

2 Love's redeeming work is done;

Fought the fight, the battle won.
383
78. MONTGOMERY.

Lo ! our sun's eclipse is o'er:
The place called Calvary.

Lo! he sets in blood no more.
Luke xxiii. 33.
HEN on Sinai's top I see