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4 Saviour, to thee I kneel,
And humbly seek thy face; O make my frozen bosom feel Thy sanctifying grace.
30. C. M. Watts. Looking on Him whom we pierced. O
THE sharp pangs of smarting pa.n
My dear Redeemer bore,
His sacred body tore!
In vain do I accuse;
And the more spiteful Jews. 3 My cruel, my relentless sins,
His chief tormentors were; Each of my crimes became a nail,
And unbelief the spear. 4 They pull’d the heavy vengeance down
Upon his guiltless head: Break, break, my heart! O burst, mine eyes,
And let my sorrows bleed.
Till melting waters flow,
31. C. M. Relief Hymns.
Christ, the Man of Sorrows. TBes peaks his presence nigh;
THE Saviour comes! no outward pomp No earthly beauty shines in him,
To draw the carnal eye.
Behold a man of woe!
Through all his life below.
3 Yet all the griefs he felt were ours,
Ours were the woes he bore;
With bitter anguish tore.
From sin's polluted stain;
Reviv'd our hopes again.
That sin might be forgiven;
32. C. M.
my sin that wounded thee,
That nail'd thee to the fatal tree,
That shed thy precious blood ?
'Twas sin that him denied ;
That pierc'd his bleeding side. 3 'Twas sin that wagg’d the head in scorn,
When Christ the Saviour bled;
Among the sleeping dead.
To all that's right and good, That all the world in fetters binds
Until releas'd by blood.
Upon Mount Calvary,
33. C. M. Pearce.
WARM was his heart, his faith was sta
When on his way to martyrdom,
• My Love is crucified.'
Who thus for sinners died;
• My Love is crucified.
In hands, and feet, and side;
*My Love is crucified.'
Secure may ever hide, And sing, as changing seasons roll, *My Love is crucified.'
34. L. M. Transposed. Desiring larger Communion with God NOTHING save Jesus
would I know! My friend, and my companion thou • Lord, take my heart-assert thy right,
And put all other loves to flight. 2 Each idol tread beneath thy feet,
And to thyself the conquest get,
Slain by the Spirit's two-edg'd sword. 3 Constrain my soul thy sway to own,
Self will, self righteousness dethrone -
Of sin, of self, of all but thee.
The lust, the pomp, the pride of life;
And have my conversation there. 5 Detach from sublunary joys,
One that would only hear thy voice;
RESURRECTION AND ASCENSION,
35. 7's. Anon.
Christ the Lord is risen to-day;'
Let the glorious tidings fly.
The battle fought, the victory won;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Christ has open’d Paradise.
• Where, O death, is now thy sting?" Once he died our souls to save,
"Where's thy victory, boasting grave? 5 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes,
See the Conqueror mount the skies,
Hail and sing th'ascending God. 6 Praise him, ye celestial choirs,
Praise, and sweep the golden lyres;
36. L. M. Hart. If ye then be risen with Christ, &e. Col. m. 1, 2.
; See the triumphant hero rise! His mighty arms their strength resume,
And conquest sparkles in his eyes. 2 Death has its mortal wound receiv'd;
An end of sin is fully made;
Pris'ners of hope are quite repriev'd,
And all the dreadful debt is paid. 3 Believer! lift thy drooping head,
Thy Saviour hath the victory gain'd;
And everlasting life obtain'd!
Give him the purchase of his blood;
But dedicate your selves to God. 5 Earth's empty
no more esteem;
your affections rise with him,
37. C. M. Walts. The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.
That cloth'd himself in clay,
And tore the bars away.
Since our Immanuel rose;
And spoil'd our hellish foes.
And to his Father flies,
And triumph in his eyes.
And scatters blessings down; Our Jesus fills the middle seat
Of the celestial throne.
To reach his blest abode;
To our incarnate God.