236 7s M. 6L. Christ our Example in Suffering. 1 GO to dark Gethsemane, MONTGOMERY. Ye that feel temptation's power; 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; 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; 191 237 C. M. MRS. BARBAuld. For Easter Sunday. 1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn, 2 0, what a night was that, which wrapt O, what a sun, which broke, this day, 3 This day be grateful homage paid, 4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join Which scatters blessings from its wings 5 Jesus, the Friend of human kind To save the souls he loved. 6 The powers of darkness leagued in vain He shook their kingdom, when he fell, 7 And now his conquering chariot wheels While broke beneath his powerful cross 8 Exalted high at God's right hand, The Lord of all below, Through him is pardoning love dispensed, And boundless blessings flow. 238 H. M. DODDRIDGE. The Resurrection of Christ. 1 YES, the Redeemer rose, The Savior left the dead, And o'er our hellish foes High raised his conquering head; The guards around Fell to the ground, And sunk away. 2 Lo, the angelic bands In full assembly meet, To wait his high commands, And wing their way 3 Then back to heaven they fly, 4 Ye mortals, catch the sound, The globe on which you dwell: "Jesus, who bled, 239 C. M. WATTS. Hope of Heaven by the Resurrection of Christ. 1 BLESSED be the everlasting God, Be his abounding mercy praised, 2 When from the dead he raised his Son, 3 There's an inheritance divine 4 Saints by the power of God are kept We walk by faith as strangers here, 194 240 H. M. DRUMMOND. "Thanks be to God, who giveth us the Victory." 1 Cor. xv. 57. 1 THANKS be to God the Lord, And hell is overcome, By Christ's triumphant powers! In chains is bound, And Death has felt 2 Oppressed with guilt and woe, The host of night Fled in despair To shun the light. 3 Now, o'er the vanquished tomb That pours its streaming rays, 4 Give thanks to God the Lord; The victory is won; And up the path to heaven Our march is now begun : |