And waves came rolling high and dark, And men stood breathless in their dread, But One was there, who rose and said 3 And the wind ceased; it ceased! that word 4 Thou that didst rule the angry hour, 5 Thou that didst bow the billows' pride, Speak, speak, to passion's raging tide, S. M. 184. DODDRIDGE. "If I be lifted up from the earth, I will draw all men unto me.' 1 BEHOLD the amazing sight, The Saviour lifted high! Behold the Son of God's delight 2 For whom, for whom, my heart, 3 4 5 6 For love of us he bled, And all in torture died; 'T was love that bowed his fainting head And oped his gushing side. I see, and I adore, In sympathy of love; I feel the strong, attractive power Drawn by such cords as these, In thee our hearts unite, Nor share thy griefs alone, But from thy cross pursue their flight, 8 & 7 s. M. 185. The Cross of Christ. BOWRING. 1 IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, Peace is there that knows no measure, 5 In the cross of Christ I glory, 1 Gathers round its head sublime. S. M. 186. EVANG. LUTH. COL. Sufferings, Death, and Resurrection of Christ. AUTHOR of life and bliss! Thy goodness I adore. O, give me strength to speak thy praise, 2 First for this world, so fair, 3 But yet a nobler cause Demands my warmest love; 4 The Saviour dwelt on earth; 5 Ah, who can tell the scorn Or who describe the mental grief, 6 7 Low in the grave he lay, While darkness veiled the skies. But, lo!-he bursts the bands of death; Father! this work is thine; And live to thee alone! C. M. 187. R. WALKER'S COL. Death, Resurrection, and Ascension of Christ. 1 THE gracious Saviour bowed his head, 2 Three days, so high behests ordained, 3 He rose triumphant to his God; 4 Wondrous the grace, that gave to death That bade the Saviour feel for us 5 With every grateful thought inspired, Our humble voice to mercy's throne, * 6 Nor this be all; the grateful life Should speak the thankful mind: The heart that feels redemption's good Should be to good inclined. 1 ANGEL! roll the stone away! 2 Shout, ye saints, in rapturous song; 3 Christians, dry your flowing tears; 4 Powers of heaven, celestial choirs! 5 Every note with rapture swell, |