Imatges de pÓgina

Weldon. [*]

HYMN 15. L. M.
Christ's Transfiguration. Matt. xvii. 4.
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.

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


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




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.


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]



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.


• 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.

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

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 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.


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.


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.

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
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.



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.


HYMN 22. 7s. Epiphany. [*]

Christ's Ascension.


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.

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