3 The incense of the spring ascends
Upon the morning gale:
Red o'er the hill the roses bloom,
The lilies in the vale.
4 Renewed, the earth a robe of light,
A robe of beauty wears;
And in new heavens a brighter sun
Leads on the promised years.
5 Let Israel to the Prince of Peace
Their loud hosannas sing;
With hallelujahs, and with hymns,
O Zion, hail thy King!
Christ's Entry into Jerusalem.
1 GLORY, and laud, and honour,
To thee, Redeemer King!
To whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou, David's royal Son,
Who in the Lord's name comest,
The King and Blessed One.
2 The company of angels
Are praising thee on high,
And mortal men, and all things
Created, make reply.
The people of the Hebrews
With palms before thee went;
Our praise and prayer and anthems,
Before thee we present.
3 When hastening to thy passion, They raised their hymns of praise: Now reigning in thy glory,
Our melody we raise.
Thou didst accept their praises;
Accept the prayers we bring,
Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King!
4 Receive, instead of palm-boughs,
Our victory o'er the foe,
That in the Conqueror's triumph
This strain may ever flow:
Glory, and laud, and honour,
To thee, Redeemer King!
To whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
1 MANY woes had Christ endured,
Many sore temptations met,
Patient and to pains inured;
But the sorest trial yet,
Was to be sustained in thee,
Gloomy, sad Gethsemane!
2 Came at length the dreadful night;
Vengeance, with its iron rod,
Stood, and with collected might,
Bruised the harmless Lamb of God:
See, my soul, thy Saviour see
Prostrate in Gethsemane!
3 Sins against a holy God,
Sins against his righteous laws,
Sins against his love, his blood,
Sins against his name and cause-
Sins immense as is the sea!
Hide me, O Gethsemane!
4 Here's my claim, and here alone:
None a Saviour more can need;
Deeds of righteousness I've none;
No: not one good work to plead:
Not a glimpse of hope for me,
Only in Gethsemane.
5 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One almighty God of love,
Hymned by all the heavenly host,
In thy shining courts above:
We adore thee, gracious Three-
Bless thee for Gethsemane.
1 GREAT High Priest, we view thee stooping,
With our names upon thy breast;
In the garden, groaning, drooping,
To the ground in horrors pressed.
2 Angels see with sad amazement,
Their Creator suffer thus;
Oh, be ours deep heart-abasement;
Lord, we know 'twas done for us.
3 Now into that garden lead us,
There to see thy bloody sweat,
Though thou from the curse hast freed us,
We the cost may ne'er forget.
4 Be thine agonies rehearsed
By the Spirit in our ears,
Till beholding whom we piercéd,
Melt our hearts in grateful tears.
5 On the cross thy body broken,
Cancelled every legal charge;
Pleading this availing token,
Guilty souls are set at large.
6 Lord, we fain would trust thee solely, 'Twas for us thy blood was spilt; Suffering Saviour, take us wholly, Take and make us what thou wilt.
1 WHAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
Around thy steps below;
What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe.
2 For, ever on thy burdened heart
A weight of sorrow hung;
Yet no ungentle, murmuring word
Escaped thy silent tongue.
3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,
Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.
4 0, give us hearts to love like thee;
Like thee, O Lord, to grieve
Far more for others' sins, than all
The wrongs that we receive.
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