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4 And since my soul has known His love,

What mercies has He made me prove!
Mercies which do all praise excel :

My Jesus has done all things well. 5 Soon shall I pass the vale of death,

And in His arms shall lose my breath ;
Yet then my happy soul shall tell
My Jesus has done all things well.
6 And when to that bright world I rise,

And join the anthems in the skies ;
Above the rest this note shall swell,
My Jesus has done all things well.

L.M.

Watts. 1709.
Y dear Redeemer and my Lord !
M I read my duty in Thy word ;
But in Thy life the law appears

Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal,

Such deference to Thy Father's will ;
Such love, and meekness so divine,

I would transcribe, and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air

Witnessed the fervour of Thy prayer ;
The desert Thy temptations knew,

Thy conflict, and Thy victory too.
4 Be Thou my pattern; make me bear
More of Thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name

Amongst the followers of the Lamb. 247

L.M. A. C. Coxe. 1848.
ITOW beauteous were the marks divine,
1 That in Thy meekness used to shine ;
That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod

In wondrous love, O Lamb of God !
2 O), who like Thee—so calm, so bright,

Thou Son of man, Thou Light of Light ;-
0; who like Thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe ?

3 0, who like Thee so humbly bore

The scorn, the scoffs of men, before ?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high ?

So glorious in humility ?
4 E'en death which sets the prisoner free,

Was pang and scoff and scorn to Thee
Yet love through all Thy torture glowed,

And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed. 5 Oh, in Thy light be mine to go,

Illuming all my way of woe !
And give me ever on the road

To trace Thy footsteps, O my God! 248

6-7s. MONTGOMERY. 1825.
no to dark Gethsemane,
u 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 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 the 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.

249

C.M.

Watts. 1709.
A LAS! and did my Saviour bleed ?
A And did my Sovereign die ?
Would He devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I ?
2 Was it for crimes that I have done

He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown !

And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut His glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died

For man, the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,

While His dear cross appears ;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt mine eyes to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away ;

'Tis all that I can do. 250

C.M. P. J. WRIGHT. 1860.
MHE Lord of Glory left His throne,

1 His royal throne on high,
That He for sins might once atone,

A Man of Sorrows die.
2 At midnight, in Gethsemane,

He sweats great drops of blood,
The Man of Sorrows bends His knee,

And meekly pleads with God. 3 Uplifted on Mount Calvary,

With anguish deep, He cries,
“My God, Thou hast forsaken Me;"

The Man of Sorrows dies.
4 O Man of Sorrows ! look on me,

In mercy save my soul !
That I may glory give to Thee,

While endless ages roll.

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78 & 6s. C. WESLEY. 1745. · JESUS drinks the bitter cup,

JJ The wine-press treads alone;
Tears the graves and mountains up,

By His expiring groan;
Lo! the powers of heaven He shakes;
Nature in convulsions lies;
Earth's profoundest centre quakes;

The great JEHOVAH dies !
2 Well may heaven be clothed in black,

And solemn sackcloth wear,
Jesu's agonies partake,

The hour of darkness share :
Mourn the astonish'd hosts above;
Silence saddens all the skies;
Kindler of seraphic love,

The God of angels dies !
3 O my God! He dies for me,

I feel the mortal smart !
See Him hanging on the tree,-

A sight that breaks my heart !
Oh, that all to Thee might turn !
Sinners, ye may love Him too ;
Look on Him ye pierced, and mourn

For One who bled for you!
4 Weep o'er your desire and hope,

With tears of humblest love :
Sing, for Jesus is gone up,

And reigns enthroned above;
Lives our Head, to die no more ;
Power is all to Jesus given,-
Worshipped as He was before,

The' Immortal King of heaven.
5 Lord, we bless Thee for Thy grace

And truth, which never fail ;
Hastening to behold Thy face,

Without a dimming veil,

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We shall see our heavenly King,
All Thy glorious love proclaim;
Help the angel-choirs to sing
Our dear triumphant Lamb.

7.6. D. P. Gerhardt. 1659. SACRED Head, once wounded,

With grief and pain weighed down,
How scornfully surrounded

With thorns, Thine 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 O Lord of Life and Glory,

What bliss till now was Thine!
I read the wondrous story,

I joy to call Thee mine.
Thy grief and Thy compassion

Were all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,

But Thine the deadly pain.
3 What language shall I borrow,

To praise Thee, heavenly Friend ; ,
For this Thy dying sorrow,

Thy pity without end ?
Lord, make me Thine for ever,

Nor let me faithless prove;
Oh, let me never, never

Abuse such dying love !
4 Lord, at my dissolution

Do not from me depart;
Support, at life's conclusion,

My feeble, fainting heart.
Ah ! then, though I be dying,

Midst sickness, grief, and pain,
I shall, on Thee relying,
· Eternal life obtain.

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