3 The blood drops from his brows ; He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds! 4 Beneath the thorny crown The crimson fountain speeds ; See how it trickles down ; He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds! 5 Bearing the fatal wood, His band of saints he leads, 6 He hangs upon the tree, On the cross, on the cross! For you he shed his precious blood, On the cross, on the cross! Now hear his all-important cry, "Eloi lama sabacthani ;" Draw near, and see your Saviour die, On the cross, on the cross! 2 Where'er I go I'll tell the story Of the cross, of the cross! In nothing else my soul shall glory, Save the cross, save the cross! B 357 OUND upon 7s. D. th' accursed tree, Faint and bleeding, who is he? By the eyes so pale and dim, Streaming blood and writhing limb, By the flesh with scourges torn, By the crown of twisted thorn, By the drooping, death-dew'd brow, Son of Man, 'tis thou! 'tis thou! 2 Bound upon th' accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is he? By the sun at noonday pale, Shivering rocks and rending veil, By earth that trembles at his doom, By yonder saints that burst their tomb, Trembling nature knows thee now; Son of God, 'tis thou! 'tis thou! 3 Bound upon th' accursed tree, Faint and bleeding, who is he? Lord, our suppliant knees we bow, 4 Bound upon th' accursed tree, Sad and dying, who is he? By the baffled burning thirst, 5 Bound upon th' accursed tree, All his raiment stained with blood, To the captive speaking freedom, Bringing and bestowing good; Glorious in the garb he wears, Glorious in the spoil he bears? 2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious, Traveling onward in his might; 'Tis the Saviour; oh, how glorious 3 To his people is the sight! Satan conquered, and the grave ; Jesus now is strong to save. Why that blood his raiment staining? "Tis the blood of many slain; Of his foes there's none remaining, None, the contest to maintain; All their glory prostrate lies. 4 Mighty Victor, reign forever,* Wear the crown so dearly won; Cease to sing what thou hast done. ARY to the Saviour's tomb Hasted at the early dawn; Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, But the Lord she loved was gone. For awhile she lingering stood, Filled with sorrow and surprise; Trembling, while a crystal flood Issued from her weeping eyes. 2 Late at even there was seen 3 So with thee till life shall end 4 Myrrh and spices will I bring, 2 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes, See him high in glory rise! Hosts of angels, on the road, Hail him-the incarnate God. 3 Heaven unfolds its portals wide; See the Conqueror through them ride! King of glory! mount thy throneBoundless empire is thine own. 4 Praise him, ye celestial choirs! Tune, and sweep your golden lyres ; Raise, O earth! your noblest songs, From ten thousand thousand tongues. 5 Every note with wonder swell, Sin o'erthrown, and captive hell! Where, O Death, is now thy sting? Where thy terrors, vanquished king? Gibbons. 7s. ORNING breaks upon the tomb, 2 He who gave for us his life, Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! 3 He who bore all pain and loss, Comfortless, upon the cross, Lives in glory now on high, Pleads for us and hears our cry; Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! 4 Now he bids us tell abroad |