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L. M.

Christ's Submission.

1 "FATHER divine," the Savior cried,
While horrors pressed on every side,
And prostrate on the ground he lay,
"Remove this bitter cup away.



2 "But if these pangs must still be borne,
Or helpless man be left forlorn,

I bow my soul before thy throne,
And say, Thy will, not mine, be done."
3 Thus our submissive souls would bow,
And, taught by Jesus, lie as low;
Our hearts, and not our lips alone,
Would say, Thy will, not ours, be done.
4 Then, though, like him, in dust we lie.
We'll view the blissful moment nigh,
Which, from our portion in his pains,
Calls to the joy in which he reigns.

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Humiliation and Exaltation of Christ.
1 WHO has believed thy word,
Or thy salvation known?
Reveal thine arm, Almighty Lord,
And glorify thy Son.


2 The Jews esteemed him here
Too mean for their belief;
Sorrows his chief acquaintance were,
And his companion, grief.

3 They turned their eyes away,
And treated him with scorn;
But 'twas their grief upon him lay;
Their sorrows he has borne.

4 "But I'll prolong his days, And make his kingdom stand; My pleasure," saith the God of grace, "Shall prosper in his hand."


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Christ's Sufferings and Kingdom. Ps. 22.

1 "NOW from the roaring lion's rage,
O Lord, protect thy Son,
Nor leave thy Darling to engage
The powers of hell alone."

2 Thus did our suffering Savior pray,
With mighty cries and tears;
God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chased away his fears.

3 Great was the victory of his death
His throne exalted high;

And all the kindreds of the earth
Shall worship, or shall die.


4 The meek and humble souls shall see
His table richly spread,

And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed.


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Christ's dying and reigning. Ps. 2.
1 WHY did the Gentiles rage,
And Jews, with one accord,
Bend all their counsels to destroy
The Anointed of the Lord?

2 Rulers and kings agree
To form a vain design;
Against the Lord their powers unite,
Against his Christ they join.

3 The Lord derides their rage,
And will support his throne;
He that hath raised him from the dead
Hath owned him for his Son.


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The Savior's Prayer.

1 MY God, if possible it be,
Withhold this bitter cup;
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.


3 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command.


2 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown; In groans I waste my breath;

Thy heavy hand has brought me down
Low as the dust of death.


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Christ our Example in Suffering.

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

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God's own sacrifice complete ; "It is finished," hear him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

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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;
Savior, teach us so to rise.



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For Easter Sunday.

1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,

Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.


2 O, what a night was that, which wrapt The heathen world in gloom!

O, what a sun, which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.

5 Jesus, the Friend of human kind
With strong compassion moved,
Descended, like a pitying God,
To save the souls he loved.

6 The powers of darkness leagued in vain
To bind his soul in death;

He shook their kingdom, when he fell,
With his expiring breath.

7 And now his conquering chariot wheels
Ascend the lofty skies;
While broke beneath his powerful cross
Death's iron sceptre lies.

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