"The fellowship of his sufferings."
1 Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that 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 arraign'd;
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the pangs his soul sustain'd!
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 finish'd, hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb
Where they laid his breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom;
Who hath taken him away ?
Christ is risen: he meets our eyes;—
Saviour, teach us so to rise.
"Christ, our passover, is sacrificed for us.
1 COR. v. 7.
1 SEE the destined day arise,
See a willing sacrifice;
Jesus, to redeem our loss,
Hangs upon the shameful cross.
2 Jesu, who but thou had borne,
Lifted on that tree of scorn,
Every pang and bitter throe,
Finishing thy life of woe?
3 Who but thou had dared to drain,
Steep'd in gall, the cup of pain;
And with tender body bear
Thorns, and nails, and piercing spear?
4 Thence the cleansing water flow'd,
Mingled from thy side with blood;
Sign to all attesting eyes
Of the finish'd sacrifice.
5 Holy Jesu, grant us grace
In that sacrifice to place
All our trust for life renew'd,
Pardon'd sin, and promised goodi.
"God forbid that I should glory, save in
the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ."
GAL. vi. 14.
1 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 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all b.
"The preaching of the cross is unto us who are
saved the power of God."-1 Cor. i. 18.
1 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".
"Behold and see if there be any sorrow like
unto my sorrow."-LAM. i. 12.
1 O COME and mourn with me awhile;
O come ye to the Saviour's side;
O come, together let us mourn ;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
2 Have we no tears to shed for him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! look how patiently he hangs ;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
3 How fast his hands and feet are nail'd;
His throat with parching thirst is dried;
His failing eyes are dimm'd with blood;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
4 Seven times he spake, seven words of love;
And all three hours his silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men ;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
5 Come, let us stand beneath the cross;
So may the blood from out his side
Fall gently on us, drop by drop;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
6 A broken heart, a fount of tears,
Ask, and they will not be denied:
Lord Jesu, may we love and weep,
Since thou for us art crucified".
"Look unto me, and be ye saved."
ISA. xlv. 22.
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 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Beaming in his languid eye.
4 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
5 Lord, in ceaseless contemplation
Fix
my thankful heart on thee;
Till I taste thy full salvation,
And thine unveil'd glory see m.
"I am crucified with Christ."
GAL. ii. 20.
1 O SACRED Head, once wounded,
With grief and shame bow'd down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, thine only crown.
O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss till now was thine!
Yes, though despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.
2 What thou, my Lord, hast suffer'd,
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 The joy can ne'er be spoken,
Above all joys beside,
When in thy body broken
I thus with safety hide.
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