96. RIDE on, ride on in majesty; Ride on, ride on in majesty; In lowly pomp ride on to die : O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin O'er captive death and conquered sin. Ride on, ride on in majesty; The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching Sacrifice. Ride on, ride on in majesty ; Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh; Ride on, ride on in majesty ; In lowly pomp ride on to die : Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain; Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign. HENRY HART MILMAN, 1827. 97. ALL glory, laud, and honour Thou art the King of Israel, Who in the Lord's name comest, The company of angels All glory, &c. Are praising Thee on high, And mortal men and all things Created make reply. All glory, &c. The people of the Hebrews With palms before Thee went; Our praise and prayer and anthems Before Thee we present. All glory, &c. To Thee before Thy passion They sang their hymns of praise: To Thee now high exalted Our melody we raise. All glory, &c. Thou didst accept their praises; Thou good and gracious King. All glory, &c. Varied from a translation by JOHN M. NEALE, 1854, from ST. THEODULPH, 821. 98. ROCK of Ages, cleft for me, From Thy riven side which flowed, Cleanse me from its guilt and power. Not the labours of my hands Thou must save, and Thou alone. Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; While I draw this fleeting breath, AUGUSTUS MONTAGU TOPLADY, 1776. 99. O SACRED Head, surrounded Yet angel-hosts adore Thee, I see Thy strength and vigour O agony and dying! O love to sinners free! Jesu, all grace supplying, O turn Thy face on me. In this Thy bitter passion, Beneath Thy cross abiding, For ever would I rest, In Thy dear love confiding, And with Thy presence blest. Translation by SIR HENRY W. BAKER, 1861, from a hymn probably by ST. BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX, d. 1153. 8601B 100. LORD, in this Thy mercy's day, Holy Jesu, grant us tears, Fill us with heart-searching fears, Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour, By Thy night of agony, By Thy tears of bitter woe Let us not Thy love forgo. Judge and Saviour of our race, When we see Thee face to face, On Thy love we rest alone, And that love will then be known By the pardoned round Thy throne. ISAAC WILLIAMS, 1844. |