A journey to the tomb;
Youth and vigor soon will flee,
Blooming beauty lose its charms;
All that's mortal soon will be
Enclosed in death's cold arms.

2. Time is winging us away

To our eternal home: Life is but a winter's day, A journey to the tomb: But the Christian shall enjoy Health and beauty soon above; Far beyond the world's alloy, Secure in Jesus' love.

Tell me not of transient joys
That sparkle and expire;
For there is a heavenly store,
Earthly riches can not buy,
Bliss supreme for evermore-
A glorious home on high.
2. Tell me of my sin forgiven,

Through Christ's atoning blood,
Point me to the rest of heaven,
And bid me hope in God:
Tell me of the mansions blest
By the Lord of life prepared,
Where the weary are at rest,
No more by sin ensnared.
3. Tell me not of earthly toys

The worldling may admire, Tell me not of transient joys That sparkle and expire; Themes celestial fill the soul With delights that never die; Waves of transport soon to roll Above the starry sky.

643. Christ an Example in Suffering.

1. Go to dark Gethsemane,

Ye who feel the tempter's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2. Follow to the judgment hall,

View the Lord of life arraigned:
O, the wormwood and the gall,

O, the pangs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss,
Learn of him to bear the cross.
3. Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time-

God's own sacrifice complete:
"It is finished"-hear him cry,
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4. Early hasten to the tomb,

Where they laid his lifeless clay;
All is solitude and gloom-

Who hath taken him away?
Christ hath risen-he meets our eyes,
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

And behold, with anguish deep,
Where the sacred Victim stood,
Like a lamb to slaughter led,-
Every friend and helper fled.
2. Go to Golgotha and see

All the heavens in sackcloth hung,
While rebuke and blasphemy

Issue there from every tongue!
Hear that agonizing cry,
Hear the rending rocks reply!
4. Go to Golgotha and learn

All the bitterness of sin,
In those scenes of woe discern

What thy portion would have been: Thine the shame, reproach and guilt, 'Twas for thee that blood was spilt! 4. Go to Golgotha and pray

That thy sins may be forgiven;
He on whom thy burden lay,

Now is Advocate in heaven:
Lift thine eyes to his abode,
Trusting in the Son of God."

Doxology.

PRAISE the name of God most high,
Praise him, all below the sky,
Praise him, all the heavenly host,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;
As through countless ages past,
Evermore his praise shall last.

GERMAN.

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1. ONCE I thought my mountain strong, Firmly fixed, no more to move; Then my Saviour was my song,

Then my soul was filled with love: Those were happy, golden days, Sweetly spent in prayer and praise.

2. Little, then, myself I knew,

Little thought of Satan's power;
Now I feel my sins renew,

Now I feel the stormy hour;
Sin has put my joys to flight,-
Sin has turned my day to night.

3. Saviour! shine, and cheer my soul,

Bid my dying hopes revive,
Make my wounded spirit whole,
Far away, the tempter drive;
Speak the word and set me free,-
Let me live alone to thee.

Still his countenance shall shine Through the clouds that darken thine. 3. Why, my soul, art thou perplexed? Why with faithless trouble vexed? Hope in God, whose saving name Thou shalt joyfully proclaim, When his countenance divine Sheds the light of heaven on thine.

[For the following omit the repeat.] 647. Christ s Ascension. 1. HAIL the day, which sees him rise Glorious to his native skies! Christ, awhile to mortals given, Enters now the gates of heaven.

2. There the glorious triumph waits:Lift your head, eternal gates!

Christ hath vanquished death and sin:-
Take the King of glory in.

3. See,-high heaven its Lord receives ;-
Yet he loves the earth he leaves:
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own

4. Still for us he intercedes,

His prevailing death he pleads,
Near himself prepares our place,
Great Forerunner of our race.

5. What though parted from our sight,
Far above yon starry height?
May our warm affections rise,
Following him beyond the skies.