1. SEE the Lord of glory dying, |

See Him gasping, hear Him crying, |
See His burthened bosom | heave; |
Look, ye sinners, ye that hung Him, |
See how deep your sins have stung Him,
Dying sinners, look and | live. |

2. See the rocks and mountains shaking, |
Earth unto her center quaking, │
Nature's
's groans awake the | dead. |
Vailed the sun in awful wonder, |
While the vail is rent asunder,

And the victim | bows His | head. |
3. Heaven's bright melodious legions, I
Chanting thro' those lofty regions,
Cease to thrill the quivering | string: |
Songs seraphic all suspended, |
Till the tragic woe is ended,

By the all a toning | King. |

4. Hell and all the powers infernal,
Rage against the Lamb Eternal,
While He pours the vital | flood; |
And their empire's deep foundation- |
Rocks in frightful consternation,

As earth feels that | warm life- | blood.

5. Shout, ye saints, with exultation, ]
Fill with song the wide creation! |

See! He rises from the tomb! [
Vain the bars of Death's dominion! [
Marble bonds, and midnight pinion,

Part for aye your | reign of | doom.
6. Lo! the heavens are bursting o'er us,
Hark, the wide out-rushing chorus |
Everlasting numbers | rise |
Songs immortal sweetly sounding, |
Myriad lyres and harps resounding,
As the Conqueror [mounts the skies!

1. 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow,
The star is dimm'd that lately shone;
'Tis midnight, in the garden now

The suffering Saviour prays alone.
2. "Tis midnight-and, from all removed,
Immanuel wrestles lone, with fears;
E'en the disciple that he loved

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.
3. 'Tis midnight-and, for others' guilt,
The man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet He, who hath in anguish knelt,
Is not forsaken by His God.

4. 'Tis midnight-and, from ether-plains,
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.

1. BEHOLD the Man! how glorious He!
Before His foes He stands unaw'd,
And, without wrong or blasphemy,
He claims equality with God.

2. Behold the Man! by all condemn'd,
Assaulted by a host of foes;
His person and his claims contemn'd,
A Man of suffering and of woes.

3. Behold the Man! He stands alone,
His foes are ready to devour;
Not one of all His friends will own
Their Master in this trying hour.

4. Behold the Man! though scorn'd below,
He bears the greatest name above;
The angels at His footstool bow,
And all His royal claims approve.

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

1. FROM Calvary a cry was heard-
A bitter and heart-rending cry:
My Saviour! every mournful word
Bespeaks Thy soul's deep agony.
2. A horror of great darkness fell

On Thee, Thou spotless, holy One!
And all the swarming hosts of hell
Conspired to tempt God's only Son.

3. The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace-
These Thou could'st bear, nor once repine;
But when Jehovah vailed His face,
Unutterable pangs were Thine.

4. Let the dumb world its silence break ;
Let pealing anthems rend the sky;
Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!

He died, that we might never die.
5. Lord! on Thy cross I fix mine eye;
If e'er I lose its strong control,
Oh! let that dying, piercing cry,

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Melt and reclaim my wandering soul.

L. M.

MONTGOMERY.

1. 'T is finished!-so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bowed His head and died;
"T is finished!—yes, the race is run,
The battle fought, the vict'ry won.

2. 'T is finished!--let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round:
'T is finished!-let the echo fly,

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Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky.

L. M.

STENNETT.

1. LORD! what a heaven of saving grace
Shines through the beauties of Thy face,
And lights our passions to a flame!

Lord! how we love Thy charming name!

2. When I can say, my God is mine-
When I can feel Thy glories shine-
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that earth calls good or great.

3. While such a scene of sacred joys
Our raptured eyes and souls employs,
Here we could sit, and gaze away
A long, an everlasting day.

4. Well, we shall quickly pass the night
To the fair coasts of perfect light;
Then shall our joyful senses rove
O'er the dear object of our love.

1. T was on that dark, that doleful night, When powers of earth and hell arose Against the Son of God's delight,

WATTS.

And friends betrayed Him to His foes:

2. Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and blessed, and brake;
What love through all His actions ran!
What wondrous words of grace He spake!

3. "This is my body, broke for sin;

Receive and eat the living food;"
Then took the cup, and blessed the wine:
""T is the new covenant in my blood."

4. "Do this," He cried, "till time shall end,
In mem'ry of your dying Friend;

Meet at my table, and record

The love of your departed Lord."

5. Jesus! Thy feast we celebrate;

We show Thy death, we sing Thy name,
Till Thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage-supper of the Lamb.

WATTS.

1. THE morning dawns upon the place
Where Jesus spent the night in prayer;
Through yielding glooms behold His face!
Nor form, nor comeliness is there.

2. Brought forth to judgment, now he stands
Arraigned, condemned, at Pilate's bar;
Here, spurned by fierce prætorian bands,
There, mocked by Herod's men of war.
3. He bears their buffeting and scorn-
Mock-homage of the lip, the knee-
The purple robe, the crown of thorn-
The scourge, the nail, th' accursed tree.
4. No guile within His mouth is found;
He neither threatens, nor complains;
Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound,

Dumb, 'mid His murderers He remains. 5. But hark! He prays: 't is for His foes: And speaks: 't is comfort to His friends; Answers and paradise bestows;

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He bows His head: the conflict ends.

C. II. M.

MONTGOMERY.

1. He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed,
When but His Father's eye

Look'd, through the lonely garden's shade,
On that dread agony:

The Lord of all, above, beneath,

Was bow'd with sorrow unto death.

2. The sun went down in fearful hour; The heavens might well grow dim, When this mortality had power

To thus o'ershadow Him;

That He who gave man's breath might know
The very depths of human woe.