HYMN 15. L. M. Weldon. [*] Christ's Transfiguration. Matt. xvii. 4. WHEN at this distance, Lord, we trace The various glories of thy face, What transport pours o'er all our breast, And charms our cares and woes to rest! 2 With thee, in the obscurest cell, On some bleak mountain would I dwell; Rather than pompous courts behold, And share their grandeur and their gold d 3 Away, ye charms of mortal joy! Raptures divine my thoughts employ ! o I see the King of glory shine ;e I feel his love, and call him mine. -4 On Tabor thus his servants viewed His lustre, when transformed he stood; And, bidding earthly scenes farewell, Cried, "Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell. -5 Yet still our elevated eyes

To nobler visions long to rise;

o That grand assembly would we join, Where all thy saints around thee shine.

d 6 That mount-how bright! those forms-how fair' o 'Tis good to dwell forever there :

-Come, death, dear envoy of our God,

And bear me to that blest abode.

HYMN 16. L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Dresden. [*]

Christ weeping over Jerusalem. Luke xix. 41, 42. THAT venerable sight appears!

P1 W The Son of God-dissolved in tears.

Trace, O my soul, with sad surprise,
The sorrows of a Saviour's eyes.

e 2 For whom, blest Jesus, we would know,
Doth such a sacred torrent flow?-

What brother, or what friend of thine, Is graced and mourned with drops divine? -3 Nor brother, there, nor friend I seed But sons of pride and cruelty; Who like rapacious tigers stood, Impatient, panting for thy blood.

p 4 Dear Lord, and did thy gushing eyes Thus stream o'er dying enemies?

And can thy tenderness forget

The sinner humbled at thy feet?

e 5 With deep remorse our bowels move,That we have wronged 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.

HYMN 17. 7s.

ĎODDRIDGE.

St. John's. [b]

Gethsemane; or,Agony in the Garden. Matt. xxvi. 36-45.

ANY woes had Christ endured,

Many sore temptations met,

Patient and to pains inured!

e But the sorest trial yet

a

Was to be sustained in thee,-
Gloomy-sad-Gethsemane!

e 2 Came at length the dreadful night!
d Vengeance, with his iron rod,

Stood, and with collected might,
Bruised the harmless Lamb of God:
p See, my soul, the Saviour see-
Prostrate in Gethsemane.

e 3 There my God bore all my guilt;
-This, through grace, can be believed!
e But the torments which he felt,
Are too vast to be conceived:
None can penetrate through thee-
a Doleful-dark-Gethsemane.

4 All my sins against my Gode All my sins against his lawsAll my sins against his bloodAll 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.

o 6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One almighty God of love,
Praised 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.

HART.

ROM whence these direful omens round,

•1F Which heaven and earth amaze?

a

Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground?
Why hides the sun his rays?

-2 Well may the earth astonished 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 ;

d

My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed every thorn.

-5 Let sin no more my soul enslave;
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain;

e O 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.

1

'TIS

IS finished :-so the Saviour cried;
And meekly bowed his head, and died!

"Tis finished:-yes, the race is run,—
The battle fought, the victory won.

2 'Tis finished :-all that Heaven decreed,
And all that ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfilled, as was designed,
In me, the Saviour of mankind.

3 'Tis finished:-Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore;
The sacred veil is rent in twain,
The Jewish rites no more remain.

4 'Tis finished :-this my dying groan Shall sins of every kind atone;

o Millions shall be redeemed from death, -By this my last expiring breath.

5 'Tis finished:-Heaven is reconciled, And all the powers of darkness spoiled: o Peace, love, and happiness, again Return and dwell with sinful men.

-6 'Tis finished :-let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round:

s 'Tis finished :-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.

P1HE 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 groaned beneath your load
p He shed a thousand drops for you-
A 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 Deliverer reigns;
o Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,
d And led the tyrant Death-in chains.

86 Say, "Live forever, glorious King,
"Born to redeem, and strong to save!
d Then ask-"O Death, where is thy sting?
"And where thy victory, boasting Grave?

d 1

HYMN 21. 7s. Redeeming Love. [*]

Christ's Resurrection. Matt. xxviii. 6.

ARK! the herald angels say,

H 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!
The battle's fought, the victory won
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

1

-3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal-
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ has opened 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 victory, boasting Grave?"

-5 What though, once we perished all, Partners of our parents' fall?—

o Second life we shall receive, And in Christ forever live.

CUDWORTH.

HYMN 22. 7s. Epiphany. [*]

Christ's Ascension.

• 1 H Ravished from our wishful eyes;

AIL, the day that saw him rise,

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.