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HYMN 15. L. M.
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,
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,
4 Dear Lord, and did thy gushing eyes Thus stream o'er dying enemies?
And can thy tenderness forget
e 5 With deep remorse our bowels move,-
-6 Give us to shine before thy face,
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;
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;
• 6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
HYMN 18. C. M.
• 1 ROM whence these direful omens round,
-2 Well may the earth astonished shake, And nature sympathize.
Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground?
The sun as darkest night be black-
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,
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
HYMN 19. L. M. Carthage. Munich. [b*] It is finished. John xix. 30.
IS finished :-so the Saviour cried;
2 'Tis finished:-all that Heaven decreed,
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
Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky.
HYMN 20. L. M. Dresden. [b*]
E dies!-the Friend of sinners dies!
a A solemn darkness veils the skies!
e 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two,
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!
And shout him welcome to the skies!
u 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
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-
o 4 Lives again our glorious King,
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. [*]
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,