When my thoughts on Calvary rest,
God, in flesh, made manifest,
Beaming in my Saviour's face,
Fills my soul with love and peace.

Here then, I would ever stay;
Gaze, and love, and praise, and pray:
"Tis a heaven on earth to me,
Thus to look on Calvary!

LIKE sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God;

We all forsook his righteous way,
We chose destruction's road.

Jesus, our souls to save,
Endured the awful stroke!

His life the faithful Shepherd gave
A ransom for the flock.

But God has raised his head
O'er all the sons of men;

And Christ shall see a countless seed,
To recompense his pain,

69.

8's, 7's, & 4's.

HARK! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary,

Rends the temple vail asunder,

Shakes the earth, and blots the sky.

"It is finished !"

'Tis the dying Saviour's cry!

"It is finished!" O, what pleasure Do these blissful words afford! Heavenly blessings without measure,

Flow through Christ the smitten Lord. "It is finished!"

Deep each heart the words record.
Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs;

Strike, resound, the endless theme:
All in earth and heaven uniting,
Join to praise Immanuel's name;
Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

70.

RESURRECTION OF CHRIST.

7's.

CHRIST the Father's will has done;
Has immortal glory won:

All his pains and toils are past;
His reward shall ever last.

Conquered by our glorious King,
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Endless life in Christ we have ;
Where thy victory, then, O grave?
Raised with him, constrained by love,
Seek we hence the things above!
Where He reigns th' exalted Son,
Seated on his Father's throne.

Hail! thou Lord of earth and heaven,
To thee all our praise be given;
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail! the Resurrection-Thou!

JESUS, who died the world to save,
Revives, and rises from the grave,
By God's almighty power:

From death and every foe set free,
He captive led captivity,

And lives to die no more.

Delighted, we look up and see
Our Saviour clothed with majesty,
Triumphant o'er the tomb:

This heals our griefs, this dries our tears,
In heaven our mansions he prepares,
And soon will fetch us home.

Jesus, exalted on the throne,
Looks with peculiar kindness down
On all who bear his name:

He knows our joys, he feels our woes,
Beneath his feet he treads our foes,
And we shall reign with him.

LOVE'S redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the battle won:

Lo! the struggle now is o'er;
Lo! our Jesus dies no more.

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Jesus bursts the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids his rise,
Christ hath opened paradise.
Lives again our glorious King!
"Where, O death, is now thy sting ?"

Once he died our souls to save;
"Where thy vict'ry, boasting grave ?"
Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted Head;

Made like him, like him we rise ;
Our's the cross, the grave, the skies.

73.

8's, 7's, & 4's.

DRAWN by love, we look and wonder,
See the place where Jesus lay!

He has burst death-bands asunder;
He has borne our sins away.
Joyful tidings!

"Christ is risen indeed," we say! Jesus triumphs! soars victorious!

(By his death he all o'ercame ;) God, well-pleased, his crown makes glorious; Clothes his enemies with shame. We sing praises;

Praises to the Victor's name! Jesus triumphs! countless legions

Welcome him, and own him King; Soon with them, in those blest regions, We shall join his praise to sing. Songs eternal,

Then through heaven's high arch shall ring.

BEHOLD, the bright morning appears,

And Jesus revives from the grave;

His rising removes all our fears,
And shows him almighty to save.

How strong were his tears, and his cries! The worth of his blood how divine! How perfect his sacrifice is!

Who rose, having suffered for sin.

The man who bore scourging and scorns;
Whom sinners agreed to deride;
The man that was crowned with thorns;
And for us on Calvary died;

Now blessed for ever is made,-

His ransomed are pay for his pain! Lo! many bright crowns on his head! And heav'n sounds "the Lamb that was

Believing, we share in his joy

By faith we partake in his rest; In him we may cheerfully die, With him evermore to be blest.

[slain."

OUR Lord is risen from the dead;
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led;
And peace proclaimed far off and nigh.
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates,
And wide unfold the radiant scene:
Eternal doors, give all your heights;
Receive the King of glory in!
Who is the King of Glory ?-Who?-
Jehovah' of hosts! he all o'ercame,
The Lord, to save, all foes subdue;
And Jesus is the conqueror's name !