round-ed With thorns, Thine only crown; O sa cred Head, what glo- ry, What
bliss, till now was Thine! Yet, though despised and go-ry, I joy to call Thee mine.
2 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
Was all for sinners' gain:
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain;
Lo, here I fall, my Saviour!
'Tis I deserved Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
3 What language shall I borrow,
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this, Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Lord, make me Thine for ever,
Nor let me faithless prove:
Oh, let me never, never,
Abuse such dying love.
4 Be near when I am dying,
Oh, show Thy cross to me!
And for my succor flying,
Come, Lord, and set me free!
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely-through Thy love.
1 I need Thee, precious Jesus! For I am full of sin;
My soul is dark and guilty,
My heart is dead within;
I need the cleansing fountain,
Where I can always flee,
The blood of Christ most precious,
The sinner's perfect plea.
2 I need Thee, blessed Jesus!
For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,
I have no earthly store;
I need the love of Jesus
To cheer me on my way,
To guide my doubting footsteps,
To be my strength and stay.
3 I need Thee, blesséd Jesus!
And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow,
And seated on Thy throne:
There, with Thy blood-bought children,
My joy shall ever be
To sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus,
To gaze, my Lord, on Thee!
Resurrection and Ascension.
On wings of living light, At ear-liest dawn of day,
1{ Came down the an-gel bright, And rolled the stone a-way: Your voic-es raise with one accord
To bless and praise your ris - en Lord! To bless
Triumphant o'er thé grave, The Lord hath left the tomb, Omnipotent to save: Captivity is captive led; For Jesus liveth that was dead.
2 Who now accuseth them
For whom their Surety died? Who now shall those condemn Whom God hath justified? Captivity, etc.
3 Christ hath the ransom paid; The glorious work is done; On Him our help is laid,
By Him our victory won;
Captivity, etc.
4 Hail, the triumphant Lord! ›
Thy resurrection Thou!
We bless Thy sacred Word;
Before Thy throne we bow;
Captivity, etc.
Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens,—and earth, re- ply!
2 There the glorious triumph waits:
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Christ hath vanquished death and sin;
Take the King of glory in.
3 Still for us He intercedes,
His prevailing death He pleads;
Near Himself prepares our place,
Great Forerunner of our race.
4 Master, will we ever say,
Taken from our Head to-day,
See Thy faithful servants, see,
Ever gazing up to Thee!
5 Grant, though parted from our sight,
High above yon azure height,
Grant, our hearts may thither rise,
Following Thee beyond the skies!
1 Hail to Thee, our risen King!
Joyfully Thy praise we sing;
For, the mighty conflict o'er,
Now Thou livest evermore.
2 Thou within the tomb hast slept,
Angel guards Thy vigil kept;
'Twas their word to Mary brought
Tidings of the Lord she sought.
Up! watch and pray, nor slum - ber; At midnight comes the
He calls the faithful children
Of faithful Abraham:
Now from the golden portals
The sounds of triumph ring;
The triumph of the Victor,
The marriage of the King.
2 Nor sigh nor sorrow enters
Where Jesus leads them in;
Nor death may cross the threshold,
Nor pain, nor fear, nor sin:
Now shades of night and darkness
Are past and fled away,
Before the radiant brightness
Of everlasting day.
3 No tear-drops stain that threshold,
No weeping eyes are there;
For God hath wiped all tear-drops,
And God hath stilled all care:
The sunlight of the Presence,
The bright Shechinah-flame,
Lights up the bridal banquet
Of God and of the Lamb.
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