HYMN 107. L. M. 1MY WATTS. Y dear Redeemer, and my Lord, 2 Cold mountains, and the midnight air, 3 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, HYMN 108. L. M. COLLYER. Transfiguration. Luke ix. 28-31. 1 N Tabor's top the Saviour stands, His alter'd face resplendent shines; And, while he elevates his hands, 3 Amid the lustre of the scene, 4 Then let us climb the mount of prayer, 5 Oh, that on yonder heavenly hills, I too may elevate my hands. HYMN 109. L. M. Gethsemane. ΤΑΡΡΑΝ. 1'Tis midnight-and on Olive's brow, 'Timestar is dim'd that lately shone; "Tis midnight-in the garden now, The suff'ring Saviour prays alone. 2 'Tis midnight—and from all remov'd, Immanuel wrestles lone, with fears; E'en the disciple that he lov'd Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 "Tis midnight—and for others' guilt 4 'Tis midnight-and from ether plains, STEELE. HYMN 110. L. M. STR Sufferings and Death. TRETCH'D on the cross, the Saviour dies; Hark! his expiring groans arise: See from his hands, his feet, his side, Runs down the sacred crimson tide. 2 But life attends the deathful sound, And flows from every bleeding wound; The vital stream how free it flows, To save and cleanse his rebel foes! 3 Can I survey this scene of wo, Where mingling grief and wonder flow; And yet my heart unmov'd remain, Insensible to love, or pain? 4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart, To warm this cold, this stupid heart! "Till all its pow'rs and passions move In melting grief, and ardent love. 1 Ο HYMN 111. L. P. M. LOVE divine, what hast thou done! The Lord of life hath dy'd for me! The Father's co-eternal Son Bore all my sins upon the tree; Th' incarnate God for me hath dy'd The Lord, my love, was crucifi'd. 2 Sinners, behold, as ye pass by, The bleeding Prince of life and peace; Come, sinners, see your Saviour die, To bring us, rebels, back to God; His church is purchas'd with his blood; Pardon and life flow from his side; The Lord, my love, is crucifi'd. 4 Then let us sit beneath his cross, 1 And gladly catch the healing stream HYMN 112, C. M. YO STENNETT. ONDER-amazing sight-I see 2 Behold the purple torrent run Down from bis hands and head: The crimson tide puts out the sun; His groans awake the dead. 3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky, Proclaim the truth aloud; And with the amaz'd centurion cry, "This is the Son of God." 4 So great, so vast a sacrifice May well my hope revive; If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, It is finished. John xix. 30. F. 1H Sounds aloud from Calvary; ARK! the voice of love and mercy! See, it rends the rocks asunder- Hear the Saviour-dying-cry. Saints, the dying words record. Finish'd-all that God had promis'd; Death and hell no more shall awe : It is finish'd!— Saints, from hence your comforts draw. 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,― Join to sing the pleasing theme; All on earth, and all in heaven, Join to praise Immanuel's name : Hallelujah! Glory to the bleeding Lamb! |