The crimson tide puts out the sun;
His groans awake the dead.

3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky,
Proclaim the truth aloud;
And with th' amaz'd centurion cry,
"This is the Son of God!"

4 So great, so vast a sacrifice
May well my hope revive;

If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,
The sinner sure must live.

39. C. M.

Newton.

Christ's Sufferings on the Cross.

1 WHEN Jesus hung upon the tree,
In agonies and blood,

He fix'd his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.

2 O never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look :

He seem'd to charge me with his death,
Tho' not a word he spoke.

3 A second look he gave and said,
"I freely all forgive;

"This blood is for thy ransom paid;
"I die that thou may'st live."

4 With pleasing grief and mournful joy,
My spirit now is fill'd,
That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live by him I kill'd.

40. C. M. Humphrey's Col.

Christ's Sufferings on the Cross. 'TWAS in an hour when wrath prevail'd And powr's of darkness rose,

A sudden groan my ear assail'd
Expressing dying woes.

2 I turn'd, then wonder'd as I stood
At what mine eyes survey'd !!
A Prince expiring in his blood,
And on a cross display'd!

3 I knew him, tho' his thorny crown
Dimm'd his majestic air;
Then I demanded, with a frown,
"What traitor fix'd him there ?"

4 No answer to my voice I heard,
Nor could discern a foe;

When lo! his fainting head he rear'd,
And spoke in words of wo—

5 "Cease, wretch, from vain inquiry rest;
'My eruel murd'rer see ;.

Thy sins have rent my bleeding breast, "And nail'd me to the tree."

6. Trembling I fell, and kiss'd his wounds,
And wip'd the gore away;

I saw him smooth his killing frowns,
Aud heard him gently say;

7 "Rise, let thy heart its grief compose,
"Thy Saviour will forgive;
"He feels the burden of thy woes,
"And dies to bid thee live."

41. L. M. Watts.

Christ's Death and Resurrection....Rom. iv. 25 1 HE dies! the friend of sinners dies! Lo, Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Come, Saints, and drop a tear or two For him who groan'd beneath your load;

He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood! 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree! The Lord of glory dies for men! But lo! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus, the dead, revives again! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb! Up to his Father's court he flies; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies! 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great deliv'rer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster, death, in chains! 6 Say "live for ever, wond'rous king! "Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the monster, "where's thy sting? "And where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave!"

42. L. M. Steele.

Dying love of Christ....2 Cor. v. 14, 15,
1 SEE, Lord, thy willing subjects bow,
Adoring low before thy throne;
Accept our humble, cheerful vow;
Thou art our Sov'reigu, thou alone.
2 Beneath thy soul-reviving ray,
E'en cold affliction's wintry gloom
Shall brighten into vernal day,
And hopes and joys immortal bloom.
3 Smile on our souls, and bid us sing,
In concert with the choir above,
The glories of our Saviour King,
The condescension of his love.

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4 He dy'd to raise to life and joy
The vile, the guilty, the undone :
O, let his praise each hour employ,
Till hours no more their circles ruu!
5 He dy'd ye seraphs, tune your songs!
Resound the Saviour's sacred name,
For nought below immortal tongues
Can ever reach the wod'rous theme.
43. L. M. Perry.

It is Christ that died....Rom. viii. 34.

1 SINNERS rejoice, it's Christ that dy'd;
Behold the blood flows from his side,
To wash your souls and raise you high,
To dwell with God above the sky.
2 It's Christ that dy'd, O love divine!
Here mercy, truth, and justice shine;
God reconcil'd, and sinners bought
With Jesus' blood-how sweet the thought!
3 It's Christ that dy'd, a truth indeed,
On which my faith would ever feed:
Nor let the works that I perform
Be nam'd to swell a haughty worm.

4 It's Christ that dy'd, it's Christ was slain,
To save my soul from endless pain;
It's Christ that dy'd, shall be my theme,
While I have breath to praise his name.
44. I.. M. Steele.

Christ's Death and Resurrection....Acts ii. 32...36. 1 COME tune, ye saints, your noblest strains, Your dying, rising Lord to sing;

And echo to the heavenly plains,
The triumphs of your Saviour, king.

2 In songs of grateful rapture tell
How he subdu'd your potent foes;

Subdu'd the pow'rs of death and hell, And dying, finish'd all your woes. 3 Then to his glorious throne on high Return'd while hymning angels round, Thro' the bright arches of the sky, The God, the conqu'ring God, resound. 4 Almighty love, victorious pow'r! Not angel-tongues can e'er display The wonders of that dreadful hour, The joys of that illustrious day. 5 Then well may mortals try in vain, In vain their feeble voices raise; Yet Jesus hears the humble strain, And kindly owns our wish to praise. 6 Dear Saviour, let thy wond'rous grace Fill ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue, Till the full glories of thy face Inspire a sweeter, nobler song.

45. 8. 7. Robinson.

Gazing on the Cross....Gal. vi. 14.

1 SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend !
Life and health, and peace possessing
From the sinner's dying friend.

2 Here I'll sit, for ever viewing

Mercy's streams in streams of blood; Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead, and claim my peace with God. 3 Here it is I find my heaven, While

upon the lamb I gaze;

Here I see my sins forgiven,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.