1 Dark was the night, and cold the ground, On which the Lord was laid;

His sweat like drops of blood ran down ;
In agony he prayed.

2" Father, remove this bitter cup,
If such thy sacred will;
If not, content to drink it up,
Thy pleasure to fulfil.”

3 Go to the garden, sinner; see
Those precious drops that flow;
The heavy load he bore for thee;
For thee he lies so low.

4 Then learn of him the cross to bear;
Thy Father's will obey;
And, when temptations press thee near,
Awake to watch and pray.

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Christ on the Cross.

1 Behold the Saviour of mankind
Upon the shameful tree;
How great the love that him inclined
To bleed and die for me!

2" My God," he cries; all nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend;
The gate of death in sunder breaks;
The solid marbles rend.

3 ""Tis finished; now the ransom's paid; Receive my soul," he cries;

Behold, he bows his sacred head,
He bows his head and dies!

4 But soon he'll break death's tyrant chain And in full glory shine;

O Lamb of God, was ever pain,
Was ever love, like thine?

GIBBONS.

100 Resurrection of Christ. 1 Angels, roll the rock away; Death, yield up thy mighty prey; See! he rises from the tombRises with immortal bloom. 2 'Tis the Saviour; seraphs raise Your triumphant shouts of praise; Let the earth's remotest bound Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 3 Lift, ye saints, lift up your eyes; Now to glory see him rise; Hosts of angels on the road Hail and sing th'incarnate God. 4 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs, Praise him, with your golden lyres; Praise him in noblest songs; your Praise him from ten thousand tongues.

101

COLLYER.

Resurrection of Christ.
1 Morning breaks upon the tomb!
Jesus dissipates its gloom!
Day of triumph through the skies,
See the glorious Saviour rise.

2 Christians, dry your flowing tears;
Chase those unbelieving fears;
Look on his deserted grave;
Doubt no more his power to save.
3 Ye who are of death afraid,

Triumph in the scattered shade;
Drive your anxious fears away;
See the place where Jesus lay.
4 So the rising sun appears,

Shedding radiance o'er the spheres;
So returning beams of light
Chase the terrors of the night.

2 Here's love and grief beyond degree:
The Lord of glory dies for men!
But lo, what sudden joys we see:
Jesus, the dead, revives again.
The rising God forsakes the tomb,

Up to his Father's courts he flies;
Cherubie legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies.

3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high your great Deliverer reigns; Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, And led the monster Death in chains. Say, Live forever, wondrous King;

Born to redeem, and strong to save!' Then ask the monster, 'Where's thy sting? And where's thy victory, boasting grave?'