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7.6.

SACRED head! now wounded,
With grief and shame bowed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, Thy only crown!
How pale art Thou with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish,
Which once was bright as morn!

2 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,
Was all for sinners' gain:
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
Lo! here I fall, my Saviour;
'Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favour,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
3 What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this, Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end!
O make me Thine for ever;
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to Thee!
4 And when I am departing,

Then part not Thou from me;
When mortal pangs are darting,
Come, Lord, and set me free!
And when my heart must languish
Amidst the final throe,
Release me from mine anguish
By Thine own pain and woe!
5 Be near me when I'm dying,
O show Thy cross to me;
And, for my succour flying,
Come, Lord, and set me free!
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he, who dies believing,
Dies safely through Thy love,

2 Thy God for thee body takes,
Thy guilt assumes, thy fetters breaks,-
Discharging all thy dreadful debt;
And canst thou e'er such love forget?

3 Renounce thy works and ways with grief,
And fly to this most sure relief;
Nor Him forget, who left His throne,
And for thy life gave up His own.

4 Infinite truth and mercy shine

In Him, and He Himself is thine: And canst thou then, with sin beset, Such charms, such matchless charms, forget?

5 Ah! no; till life itself depart,

His name shall cheer and warm my

heart;

And, lisping this, from earth I'll rise, And join the chorus of the skies.

RIDE on! ride on in majesty!

L. M

Hark! all the tribes 'Hosanna' cry;
O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road
With palms and scattered garments
strowed.

2 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
O CHRIST, Thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin.

3 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering
eyes

To see the approaching sacrifice.

4 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The last and fiercest strife is nigh:
The FATHER on His sapphire throne
Awaits His own Anointed SON.

5 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
Bow Thy meek Head to mortal pain,
Then take, O GOD, Thy power, and
reign.

Those who have placed their hope in

Thee;

Before Thy Father's face,

Thou hast prepared a place,

That with Thee they may also be.

It was no path of flowers

Through this dark world of ours,

Beloved Saviour, Thou didst tread;
And shall we in dismay

Shrink from the narrow way,

When clouds and darkness round it

spread?

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THRONED upon the awful tree,
King of grief, I watch with Thee;
Darkness veils Thine anguished face,
None its lines of woe can trace,
None can tell what pangs unknown
Hold Thee silent and alone.

2 Silent through those three dread hours
Wrestling with the evil powers,
Left alone with human sin,
Gloom around Thee and within,
Till the appointed time is nigh,
Till the LAMB of GOD may die.
3 Hark that cry that peals aloud
Upward through the whelming cloud!
Thou, the FATHER'S only SON,
Thou, His own Anointed One,
Thou dost ask Him-can it be?
"Why hast Thou forsaken Me?"
4 Lord, should fear and anguish roll
Darkly o'er my sinful soul,

Thou, who once wast thus bereft
That Thine own might ne'er be left,
Teach me by that bitter cry,
In the gloom to know Thee nigh!
J. ELLERTON.

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WE

L.M.

WE sing the praise of Him who died, Of Him who died upon the cross; The sinner's hope let men deride, For this we count the world but loss. 2 Inscribed upon the cross we see, In shining letters, "GOD IS LOVE;" He bears our sins upon the tree, He brings us mercy from above. 3 The cross! it takes our guilt away; It holds the fainting spirit up; It cheers with hope the gloomy day, And sweetens every bitter cup. 4 It makes the coward spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for fight; It takes its terror from the grave, And gilds the bed of death with light. 5 The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner's refuge here below, The angels' theme in heaven above.

WHEN I survey the wondrous cross

On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God! All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to His blood.

3 See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 His dying crimson, like a robe,

Spreads o'er His body on the tree;

Then am I dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.

WATTS.

RESURRECTION OF CHRIST.

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ALLELUIA! Alleluia!

8.7.

Hearts to heaven and voices raise;
Sing to GOD a hymn of gladness,
Sing to GOD a hymn of praise;
He, who on the cross a victim
For the world's salvation bled,
JESUS CHRIST, the King of glory,
Now is risen from the dead.

2 CHRIST is risen, CHRIST the first-fruits
Of the holy harvest field,
Which will all its full abundance
At His second coming yield;
Then the golden ears of harvest
Will their heads before Him wave,
Ripened by His glorious sunshine
From the furrows of the grave.
3 CHRIST is risen, we are risen;
Shed upon us heavenly grace,
Rain, and dew, and gleams of glory,
From the brightness of Thy face;
That we, with our hearts in heaven
Here on earth may fruitful be,
And by angel-hands be gathered,
And be ever, LORD, with Thee.
4 Alleluia! Alleluia!

Glory be to GOD on high;
Alleluia to the Saviour,

Who has gained the victory;
Alleluia to the SPIRIT,

Fount of love and sanctity;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
To the Triune Majesty!

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46

C. WORDSWORTH.

78.

CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,"

Sons of men and angels say: Raise your joys and triumphs high! Sing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply! 2 Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the battle won; Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er; Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Christ has burst the gates of hell! Death in vain forbids His rise; Christ has opened Paradise!

4 Lives again our glorious King!
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once He died our souls to save;
Where thy victory, O Grave?

5 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head!
Made like Him, like Him we rise,
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

6 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven! Praise to Thee by both be given, Thee we greet triumphant now: Hail! the Resurrection Thou!

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WESLEY.

8.8.6.

see the place where JESUS lay, And hear angelic watchers say, "He lives, who once was slain: Why seek the living 'midst the dead? Remember how the Saviour said

That He would rise again." 2 O joyful sound! O glorious hour, When by His own Almighty power

He rose, and left the grave!
Now let our songs His triumph tell,
Who burst the bands of death and hell,
And ever lives to save.

3 The First-begotten of the dead,
For us He rose, our glorious Head.
Immortal life to bring;

What though the saints like Him shall die,

They share their Leader's victory,
And triumph with their King.

4 No more they tremble at the grave, For Jesus will their spirits save, Though dust return to dust:

O risen Lord, in Thee we live,
To Thee our ransomed souls we give,
To Thee our bodies trust.

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T. KELLY."

JESUS lives! no longer now

From death to life eternal,
From earth unto the sky,
Our CHRIST hath brought us over,
With hymns of victory.

2 Our hearts be pure from evil,
That we may see aright
The LORD in rays eternal.
Of resurrection-light;
And, listening to His accents,
May hear so calm and plain
His own All hail," and, hearing,
May raise the victor strain.

3 Now let the heavens be joyful,
And earth her song begin,
Let the round world keep triumph,
And all that is therein;
Invisible and visible,

Their notes let all things blend,
For CHRIST the LORD is risen,
Our Joy that hath no end!

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2

3

7.8.

Can thy terrors, Death, appal us:
Jesus lives! by this we know
Thou, O Grave, canst not enthral us.
Alleluia!

2 Jesus lives! henceforth is death
But the gate of life immortal;
This shall calm our trembling breath,
When we pass its gloomy portal.

4

5

JOHN OF DAMASCUS, trans. J. M. NEALE.

THE Lord is risen indeed,"

S.M.

Then is His work performed; The captive surety now is freed, And death, our foe, disarmed.

"The Lord is risen indeed,"

Then hell has lost its prey;

With Him is risen the ransomed seed, To reign in endless day.

"The Lord is risen indeed,"

He lives to die no more;

He lives the sinner's cause to plead,
Whose curse and shame He bore.

"The Lord is risen indeed,"

Attending angels hear;

Up to the courts of heaven with speed The joyful tidings bear.

Then take your golden lyres,

And strike each cheerful chord, Join all the bright celestial choirs, To sing our risen Lord."

Alleluia!

5

ASCENDED Lord, accept our praise,

As, with adoring eye,

From this dim earth we lift our gaze To that bright home on high.

2 We may not stay our lingering feet Upon the sacred hill,

Nor with blest dreams and visions sweet
Stand gazing upwards still.

3 For Thou, Lord, shalt once more appear;
And we would seek Thy grace
To tread our lowly pathway here
Until we see Thy face.

4 And week by week we ask this day
Fresh gleams of heavenly light,
To cheer us on our toilsome way,
And brighten all our night.

5 Then praise to Thee, ascended Lord! O Father, praise to Thee,

And Thou, O Spirit, be adored,
One God in Trinity!

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BEY

GAngel voices ring,

YOLDEN harps are sounding,

Pearly gates are opened-
Opened for the King;
Jesus, King of Glory,
Jesus, King of Love,
Is gone up in triumph
To His throne above.

All His work is ended,'
Joyfully we sing,
'Jesus hath ascended!
Glory to our King!'

2 He who came to save us,
He who bled and died,
Now is crowned with glory
At His Father's side.
Never more to suffer,
Never more to die;
Jesus, King of Glory,

Has gone up on high!

All His work is ended,' &c.

3 Praying for His children,
In that blessed place,
Calling them to glory,
Sending them His grace;
His bright home preparing,
Faithful ones, for you;
Jesus ever liveth,

W. W. HOW.

C. M.

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Ever loveth too.

6.5.

'All His work is ended,' &c. F. R. HAVERGAL.

[AIL the day that sees Him rise

Far as the eternal hills,

Yon heaven of heavens, with peerless

light,

Our great Redeemer fills.

2 Legions of angels, strong and fair, In countless armies shine;

At His right hand, with golden harps, They offer songs divine.

3 And whilst He stooped on earth to dwell,

And suffered rude disdain, They cast their honours at His feet, And waited in His train.

4 Through all His travels here below, They did His steps attend;

Oft wondering how, and where, at last,

This scene of love would end.

5 As on the torturing cross He hung,
And darkness veiled the sky;
Amazed, they saw that awful sight,
The Lord of glory die.

6 They saw Him break the bars of death,
Which none e'er broke before,
And rise, in conquering majesty,
To stoop to death no more.

7 They brought His chariot from above,
To bear Him to His throne;
Spread their triumphant wings, and
sang,

"The glorious work is done!"

J. FANCH and D. TURNER.

Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Re-ascends His native heaven.

2 There the glorious triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!.
Wide unfold the radiant scene;
Take the King of glory in!

78.

3 Him though highest heaven receives, Still He loves the earth He leaves; Though returning to His throne, Still He calls mankind His own. 4 See He lifts His hands above! See He shows the prints of love! Hark! His gracious lips bestow Blessings on His church below. 5 Master,' may we ever say,

Taken from our head to-day,
See Thy faithful servants, see
Ever gazing up to Thee.'

6 Grant, though parted from our sight
High above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Following Thee beyond the skies.

7 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;

Looking when our Lord shall come,
Longing for our heavenly home.

8 There we shall with Thee remain,
Partners of Thine endless reign;
There Thy face unclouded see,
Find our heaven of heavens in Thee.
C. WESLEY.*