2 Our sins and griefs on Him were laid ;
He meekly bore the mighty load:
Our ransom-price He fully paid,

In groans and tears, in sweat and blood.
3 To save a guilty world He dies;
Sinners, behold the bleeding Lamb!
To Him lift up your longing eyes,
And hope for mercy in His name.
4 Pardon and peace through Him abound,
He can the richest blessings give;
Salvation in His name is found,
He bids the dying sinner live.

5 Jesus, my Lord, I look to Thee:
Where else can helpless sinners go?
Thy boundless love shall set me free
From all my wretchedness and woe.

"Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honor, and glory, and blessing."

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With angels round the throne;

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues
But all their joys are one.

2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
"To be exalted thus;'

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For He was slain for us. ""

3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honor and power divine;

And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, forever Thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise.

5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name

Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

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PASSION WEEK.

"The Lord Jesus, the same night in which He was betrayed, took bread, and when He had given thanks, He brake it, and

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said, "Take, eat."
L. M.

WAS on that dark, that doleful night,
When powers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,

And friends betrayed Him to His foes:

2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and blest, 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 blest the wine,
"'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood."
4 For us His flesh with nails was torn,

He bore the scourge, He felt the thorn;
And justice poured upon His head
Its heavy vengeance in our stead.

5 For us His vital blood was spilt,

To buy the pardon of our guilt,
When for black crimes of greatest size,
He gave His soul a sacrifice.

6 "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."

7 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.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

"This is my body which is given for you: this do in remembrance

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of Me."

IOS.

HIS is My Body, which is given for you;

Do this-He said and brake—remembering me.

O Lamb of God, our paschal Offering true,

To us the Bread of Life each moment be.

2 This is My Blood, for sin's remission shed

He spake, and passed the wine-stained chalice round: So let us drink, and on Life's fulness fed

With heavenly joy each quickening pulse shall bound. 3 The hour is come! with us in peace sit down; Thine own belov'd, O love us to the end; Serve us one Banquet ere the night's dark frown Veil from our sight the presence of our Friend. 4 Girded with love still wash Thy servants' feet, While they submissive wonder and adore; Bathed in Thy Blood our spirits every whit Are clean—yet cleanse our goings more and more. 5 Some will betray Thee-Master, is it I?

Leaning upon Thy love, we ask in fear;
Ourselves mistrusting, earnestly we cry

To Thee, the Strong, for strength when sin is near.
6 But round us fall the evening shadows dim:
A saddened awe pervades our darkening sense,
In solemn choir we sing the parting Hymn,

And hear Thy Voice-Arise, let us go hence.

C. L. Ford.

"My soul is exceeding sorrowful unto death: tarry ye here and

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'TIS

watch."
L. M.

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

The suff'ring Saviour prays alone.

2 'Tis midnight-and from all remov'd,
Immanuel wrestles lone with fears;
E'en the disciple that He loved

Heeds not his Master's griefs and tears.
3 'Tis midnight-and for others' guilt
The man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet He that 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.
Wm. B. Tappan, 1829.

"Christ also suffered for us, leaving us an example that ye should follow His steps."

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LORD, the wilderness me
A very Paradise shall be,

Since Thou for forty days wast there
In fasting, solitude and prayer.

2 Unworthy though these feet to rest
On ground Thy footsteps once have blest,
The way of sorrows shall be mine,
Made sweet because it first was Thine.

3 Lord, let me find some lowly place
Where I may seek Thy pitying face,
And plead with Thee by Olivet,
By agony and bloody sweat.

4 Some quiet aisle or dim recess
Shall make for me a wilderness;
And surely angels shall be there
To wait on penitence and prayer.

5

Nor is this all: for I would know

The depth of shame, the crown of woe,
Stand by the stricken Mother's side
While Thou art mocked and crucified.

6 And then in hours of saddest gloom
I still will watch around Thy tomb,
Till with the day new joy be born,
And Thou shalt rise on Easter-morn.
7 Oh blessed thought, that faith can see
In every altar, Calvary,

Find there the loving arms outspread,
And fall before the fallen Head.

8 Come! King of kings; come! Light of light:
The Bride awaits the day all bright,

When she shall lift, her mourning o'er,

The shout of paschal joy once more.

William Chatterton Dix.

"Herzliebster Jesu, was hast Du verbrochen?"
IIS, IIS, IIS & 5s.

A That such Lord, what law then hast Thou broken,

That such sharp sentence should on Thee be spoken?
Of what great crime hast Thou to make confession-
What dark transgression ?

2 They crown His head with thorns, they smite, they scourge

Him,

With cruel mockings to the cross they urge Him,

They give Him gall to drink, they still decry Him-
They crucify Him.

3 Whence come these sorrows, whence this mortal anguish?
It is my sins for which my Lord must languish ;
Yes, all the wrath, the woe He doth inherit,
'Tis I do merit !

4 There was no spot in me by sin untainted,
Sick with its venom all my heart had fainted;
My heavy guilt to hell had well-nigh brought me,
Such woe it wrought me.

5 O wondrous love! whose depths no heart hath sounded, That brought Thee here by foes and thieves surrounded; All worldly pleasures, heedless, I was trying,

While Thou wert dying!

6 O mighty King! no time can dim Thy glory!
How shall I spread abroad Thy wondrous story?
How shall I find some worthy gift to proffer?
What dare we offer?

7 For vainly doth our human wisdom ponder-
Thy woes, Thy mercy still transcend our wonder.
Oh how should I do aught that could delight Thee!
Can I requite Thee?

8 Yet unrequited, Lord I would not leave Thee,
I can renounce whate'er doth vex or grieve Thee,
And quench, with thoughts of Thee and prayers most lowly,
All fires unholy.

9 But since my strength alone will ne'er suffice me
To crucify desires that still entice me,

Toall good deeds, oh let Thy Spirit win me,
And reign within me!

Io I'll think upon Thy mercy hour by hour,
I'll love Thee so that earth must lose her power;
To do Thy will shall be my sole endeavor

Henceforth forever.

II Whate'er of earthly good this life may grant me
I'll risk for Thee,- -no shame, no cross shall daunt me;
I shall not fear what man can do to harm me,

Nor death alarm me.