79.

7s.

159.

RESTING from his work to-day,
In the tomb the Saviour lay;
Still he slept, from head to feet
Shrouded in the winding-sheet,
Lying in the rock alone,
Hidden by the sealed stone.

Tune 581.

2 Late at even there was seen
Watching long the Magdalene;
Early, ere the break of day,
Sorrowful she took her way
To the holy garden glade,
Where her buried Lord was laid.

3 So with thee, till life shall end,
I would solemn vigil spend:
Let me hew thee, Lord, a shrine
In this rocky heart of mine,
Where, in pure embalmed cell,
None but thou may ever dwell.

4 Myrrh and spices will I bring,
True affection's offering;

Close the door from sight and sound
Of the busy world around;
And in patient watch remain,
Till my Lord appear again.

Go, my soul, go every day
To the tomb where Jesus lay;
Be with him my members dead,
Be his sepulchre my bed.

2 Boldest foes dare never come
Near my Saviour's sacred tomb;
Evil never can molest

Those who near his body rest.

7s.

161.

Tune 581.

MET around the sacred tomb,
Friends of Jesus, why those tears?
Mid this sad sepulchral gloom

Shall your faith give way to fears?
He will soon, even as he said,
Rise triumphant from the dead.

2 Now with tears of love and joy
We remember all his pain,
Sighs and groans, and dying cry;
For the Lamb for us was slain,
And from death our souls to save,
Once for us lay in the grave.

3 Hither, sinners, all repair,

And with Jesus Christ be dead;
All are safe from Satan's snare,
Who to Jesus' tomb have fled;
Here the weary and oppressed
Find a never ending rest.

4 In thy death is all my trust,

I have thee my refuge made;
And when once, consigned to dust,
In the tomb my body's laid,
Then with savéd souls above
I will praise thy dying love.

5 But while here I'm left behind,
Burdened with infirmity,
May I help and comfort find,
Visiting Gethsemane,

Calvary and Joseph's tomb,
Till my Sabbath's also come.

7s & 6s.

162.

In this sepulchral Eden

The tree of life I've found,

Tune 597

Here is my treasure hidden,
I tread on hallowed ground;
Ye sick, ye faint and weary,
Howe'er your ailments vary,
Come hither, and make sure
Of a most perfect cure.

2 Here lies in death's embraces,
My bridegroom, Lord and God;
With awe my soul retraces

The dark and dolorous road,
That leads to this last station;
Here in sweet meditation

I'll dwell by day and night,
Till faith is changed to sight.

11s.

163.

Tune 39.

I WOULD not live alway; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the

way;

The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.

2 I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin, Temptation without, and corruption within; E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with. fears,

And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent

tears.

3 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb:

Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom;

There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

4 Who, who would live alway, away from his

God;

Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode? Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns;

5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to

greet;

While the songs of salvation unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul!

WHEN I visit Jesus' grave in spirit,
It is never done in vain;

Tune 185.

Since 't is only from his death and merit
I can life and strength obtain;
Jesus' cross, his last hours in his passion,
Jesus' stripes, his wounds, and expiration,
Jesus' body and his blood,

P. M.

Shall remain my highest good.

HOLY Lord,

165.

By thy body given to death,
Mortify my sinful nature,

Tune 119.

Till I yield my dying breath;
Ah, protect thy feeble creature;
Grant that I, by nothing drawn aside,
Thine abide.

7s & 6s.

166.

THE sepulchre is holding

To-day within its band

Tune 8.

The Lord, who holds creation
Within his strong right hand.
2 To-day a stone is hiding,
From of mortal eye,
The Lord, whose glory hideth
The brightness of the sky.

gaze

3 The life of all is sleeping,
But hell is quaking sore;
And Adam bursts the fetters,
Which prisoned him before.
4 All praise to thee, Lord Jesus,
Whose providence of love,
Hath won for us, thy people,
The Sabbath-rest above.

5 To Christ, the king of glory,
Who in the tomb was laid,
To Father and to Spirit,
Eternal laud be paid.

167.

THE passion theme pursuing,
I bow at Joseph's tomb,
My Saviour's body viewing,
Embalmed in sweet perfume;
There I behold him sleeping,

Tune 151

At rest from death's hard strife,
Absolved from pain and weeping;
On him hangs all my life.

7s & 6s.

CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say.

Tune 11.