Weldon. [*]

HYMN 15. L. M.
Christ's Transfiguration. Matt. xvii. 4.
THEN at this distance, Lord, we trace

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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.

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

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 16. L. M. Dresden. [*] Christ weeping over Jerusalem. Luke xix. 41, 1 THAT venerable sight appears!

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tears

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 see-
d But sons of pride and cruelty;
Who like rapacious tigers stood,
Impatient, panting for thy blood.

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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;
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.

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 seeProstrate in Gethsemane.

HYMN 17. 7s. St. John's. [b]

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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 Was to be sustained in thee,a Gloomy-sad-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 laws

All 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.

DODDRIDGE.

• 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.

China. [b]

HYMN 18. C. M.
The Saviour's Death.

• 1 ROM whence these direful omens round,

-2 Well may the earth astonished shake, And nature sympathize.

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

The sun as darkest night be black-
Their Maker, JESUS-dies.

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p 3 Behold, fast streaming from the treeHis all-atoning blood!

d Is this the INFINITE?-'tis he

My Saviour and my God.

p 4 For me-these pangs his soul assail, For me-this death is borne ;

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.

HART

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

HYMN 19. L. M. Carthage. Munich. [b*] It is finished. John xix. 30.

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IS finished :-so the Saviour cried;
his 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.

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

E dies!-the Friend of sinners dies!

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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 degreea 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;
• Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,
d And led the tyrant Death-in chains.

6 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?

H MN 21. 7s. Redeeming Love. [*]

Christ's Resurrection. Matt. xxviii. 6.

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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.

-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.

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the that saw him Ravished from our wishful eyes; • 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.