1 HYMN 15. L. M. Weldon. [*] W The various glories of thy face, THEN at this distance, Lord, we trace 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 ! • 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. DODDRIDGE. HYMN 16. L. M. Dresden. [*] Christ weeping over Jerusalem. Luke xix. 41, 42. P1W The Son of God-dissolved in tears. THAT venerable sight appears! Trace, O my soul, with sad surprise, • 2 For whom, blest Jesus, we would know, Who like rapacious tigers stood, p 4 Dear Lord, and did thy gushing eyes 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; • 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. DODDRIDGE. HYMN 17. 7s. St. John's. [b] Gethsemane; or,Agony in the Garden. Matt. xxvi. 36-45. 1 MANY 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,- e 2 Came at length the dreadful night! e 3 There my God bore all my guilt; 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; Not a work that I can plead : • 6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, HYMN 18. C. M. China. [b] The Saviour's Death. HART • 1 ROM whence these direful omens round, Which heaven and earth amaze? Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground? -2 Well may the earth astonished shake, 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, 5 Let sin no more my soul enslave; 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 IS finished :-so the Saviour cried; "Tand meekly bowed his head, and died! "Tis finished:-yes, the race is run,— 2 'Tis finished :-all that Heaven decreed, In me, the Saviour of mankind. 3 'Tis finished:-Aaron now no more 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 s 'Tis finished :-let the echo fly, Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky. DR. STENNET. HYMN 20. L. M. Dresden. [b*] P1HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies! Lo! Salem's daughters weep around' e 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two, 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree- o 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb! u 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 6 Say, "Live forever, glorious King, H MN 21. 7s. Redeeming Love. [*] Christ's Resurrection. Matt. xxviii. 6. d1 H Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day ARK! the herald angels say, 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. -3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal- o 4 Lives again our glorious King, 1 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. 1 CUDWORTH. HYMN 22. 7s. Epiphany. [*] Christ's Ascension. HAIL, the day that saw him rise, Ravished from our wishful eyes; e Christ, awhile to mortals given, -2 Him though highest heaven receives, |