And can thy tenderness forget
The sinner, humbled at thy feet?
e 5 With deep remorse our bowels move,That we have wrong'd such matchless love, e Thy gentle pity, Lord, display,
And smile these trembling fears away.
-6 Give us to shine before thy face, Eternal trophies of thy grace;
o Where songs of praise thy saints employ, And mingle with a Saviour's joy. Doddridge.
HYMN 17. 7's. St. John's. [b] Gethsemane; or, Agony in the Garden.
MANY woes had Christ endur'd,
Many sore temptations met,
Patient and to pains inur'd!
e But the sorest trial yet
Was to be sustain'd in thee,-
Gloomy-sad-Gethsemane!
e 2 Came at length the dreadful night!
d Vengeance, with his iron rod,
Stood, and with collected might,
Bruis'd the harmless Lamb of God:
p See, my soul, the Savicur see-
Prostrate in Gethsemane.
e 3 There my God bore all my guilt;
-This, through grace, can be believ'd!
e But the torments which he felt,
Are too vast to be conceiv'd:
None can penetrate through thee-
a Doleful-dark-Gethsemane.
4 All my sins against my God-
e All my sins against his laws-
All my sins against his blood-
All my sins against his cause :--
e Sins as boundless as the sea!
Hide me. O Gethsemane !
-5 Here's my claim, and here alone
None a Saviour more can need;
Deeds of righteousness I've none
Not a work that I can plead :
Not a glimpse of hope for me,
Only in Gethsemane.
• 6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One almighty God of love,
Prais'd by all the heavenly host,
In thy shining courts above-
We, poor sinners, gracious Three,
Praise thee for Gethsemane.
HYMN 18. C. M.
China. [b]
The Saviour's Death.
e 1 FROM whence these direful cmens round,
Which heaven and earth amaze !
Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground? Why hides the sun his rays?
-2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake, And nature sympathize;
The sun as darkest night be black
Their Maker, JESUS-dies.
p 3 Behold, fast streaming from the treeHis all atoning blood!
d Is this the INFINITE?-'tis heMy Saviour and my God.
p 4 For me-these pangs his soul assail,
For me-this death is borne;
My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed ev'ry thorn.
-5 Let sin no more my soul enslave;
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain;
e Oh, save me, whom thou cam❜st to save, Nor bleed-nor die in vain.
HYMN 19. L. M. Carthage. Munich. [b*] It is finished. John xix, 30.
IS finish'd:-so the Saviour cried :
And meekly bow'd his head, and died! "Tis finish'd:-yes, the race is run,The battle fought, the vict'ry won.
2 'Tis finish'd-all that Heaven decreed,
And all that ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfill'd, as was design'd,
In me, the Saviour of mankind.
3 'Tis finish'd :-Aaron now to more
Must stain his robes with purple gore
The sacred veil is rent in twain;
The Jewish rites no more remain.
4 'Tis finish'd :-this my dying groan Shall sins of ev'ry kind atone; • Millions shall be redeem'd from death, -By this my last, expiring breath.
5 'Tis finish'd:-Heaven is reconcil'd, And all the powers of darkness spoil'd: o Peace, love, and happiness, again Return, and dwell with sinful men. -6 "Tis finish'd:-let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round: s 'Tis finish'd:-let the echo fly,
Through heaven and hell, through earth and
sky.
Dr. Stennet
HYMN 20. L. M. Dresden. [b*|
Christ's Dying, Rising, and Reigning
HE dies-the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! a A solemn darkness veils the skies! d A sudden trembling shakes the ground! e 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two, For him who groan'd beneath your load, p He shed a thousand drops for youA thousand drops of richer blood.
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree→→
a The Lord of glory dies for men!
o But, lo! what sudden joys we see !
d Jesus, the dead-revives again!
o 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb!
Up to his Father's court he flies!
g Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!
u 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliv'rer reigns;
o Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
d And Ted the tyrant, death-in chains.
86 Say, 'Live for ever, glorious King,
'Born to redeem, and strong to save!'
d Then ask-'O death, where is thy sting?
And where thy vict'ry, boasting grave.
HYMN 21. 7's. Redeeming Love.
Christ's Resurrection. Matt. xxviii, 6.
ARK! the herald angels say,
Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day!
o Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Let the glorious tidings fly.
e 2 Love's redeeming work is done!
Th' battle's fought, the vict❜ry won!
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal-
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ has open'd Paradise.
o 4 Lives again our glorious King,
d' Where, O death, is now thy sting?"
e Once he died our souls to save,
d'Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?
--5 What though once we perish'd all,
Partners of our parents' fall ;-
o Second life we shall receive,
And in Christ for ever live.
HYMN 22. 7's. Epiphany. [*]
Christ's Ascension.
1 HAIL, the day that saw him rise,
Ravish'd from our wishful eyes;
e Christ, awhile to mortals given,
o Reascends his native heaven:
-There the pompous triumph waits;
e Lift your heads, eternal gates!
'Wide unfold the radiant scene,
'Take the King of glory in!
-2 Him though highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent, his death he pleads;
Next himself prepares a place,
Harbinger of human race.
e 3 Master, (may we ever say,)
Taken from the world away,
See thy faithful servants, see,
Ever gazing up to thee.
Grant, though parted from our sight,
-High above yon azure height,-
Grant our souls may thither rise-
Foll'wing thee beyond the skies.
o 4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our Lord shall come-
Looking for a happier home.
o There we shall with thee remain,
Partners of thy endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see-
Find a heaven of heavens in thee.
HYMN 23. L. M. Oporto. [*] Christ's Death, Resurrection, and Ascension. Acts ii, 32-36.
COME, tune, ye saints, your noblest strains,
Your dying, rising Lord to sing;
And echo, to the heavenly plains,
The triumphs of your Saviour King.
2 In songs of grateful rapture tell,
How he subdu'd your potent foes;
Subdu'd the powers of death and hell,
And, dying, finish'd all your woes.
3 Then to his glorious throne on high,
Return'd; while hymning angels round,
Through the bright arches of the sky,
The God, the conquering God, resound.
4 Almighty love, victorious power!
Not angel tongues can e'er display
The wonders of that dreadful hour-
The joys of that illustrious day.
5 Then well may mortals try in vain,
In vain their feeble voices raise ;
Yet. Jesus hears the humble strain,
And kindly owns our wish to praise.
6 Dear Saviour, let thy wondrous grace
Fill ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue;
Till the full glories of thy face
Inspire a sweeter, nobler song.
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