4. Ride on, ride on in majesty:
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh: The Father on His sapphire throne Expects His own anointed Son!
1. HE dies!--the friend of sinners dies; Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness vails the skies; A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
2. 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. 3. 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.
4. Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliverer reigns; Sing how He spoiled the hosts of hell, And led the tyrant death in chains.
5. Say-live forever, glorious King, Born to redeem, and strong to save! Where now, O Death, where is thy sting? And where thy victory, boasting Grave?
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1. JEWS were wrought to cruel madness, Christians fled in fear and sadness, | Mary stood the cross beside ! | At its foot her foot she planted, By the dreadful scene undaunted, | Till the gentle Suff'rer died. | Poets oft have sung her story, Painters decked her brow with glory, | Priests her name have | de | ified.
2. But no worship, song, or glory, Touches like the simple story, Mary stood the cross beside. And when under fierce oppression, Goodness suffers like transgression, [ Christ again is crucified. [ But if love be there, true-hearted, By no grief or terror parted, Mary stands the | cross be side. |
1. Ar the cross her station keeping, | Stood the mournful mother weeping, | Close to Jesus to the | last: | Through her heart, His sorrow sharing, | All His bitter anguish bearing, Now at length the | sword had | pass'd.
2. Oh, how sad and sore distress'd, | Was that mother highly blest, | Of the sole-begotten | One! Christ above in torment hangs, | She beneath beholds the pangs
Of her dying, | glorious | Son.
3. Let me mingle tears with thee, | Mourning Him who mourned for me, | All the days that I may | live; | By the cross with Him to stay, There with thee to weep and pray, Is all I ask of | Christ to | give.
4. Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence, | Be Thou only my defense, |
Be Thy cross my victo | ry; | While my body here decays, | May my soul Thy goodness praise, Safe in Para | dise with | Thee.
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1. SEE the Lord of glory dying, | See Him gasping, hear Him crying, | See His burdened 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 groars 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, | 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! Hom 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 dimmed 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 unawed, 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.
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 couldst 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, Melt and reclaim my wandering soul.
1. 'Tis finished!-so the Saviour cried, And meekly, bowed His head and died; 'Tis finished!-yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won.
2. 'Tis finished! -let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round: 'Tis finished!- let the echo fly,
Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky
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
Thy charming name!
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