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5. 8. 7. Incarnation, death and resurrection of Christ.
VRAUGHT with peace and consolation
Flew to publish man's salvation,
Jesus smiles and bids us come.
Kindling darkness into day;
Christ the Saviour's born to-day. 3 Glory to our God be given,
Peace on earth, good will to men : Thus the song broke forth in heaven,
Let it rise to heaven again. 4 See him on the cross suspended,
Down the purple torrent ran; * It is finished" -all is ended
God is reconciled to man.
Lay unstrung in silence by,
Raised the song of triumph high. 6 Hell subdued, the grave demolish'd,
Down the heavenly message rollid, Sin atoned, and death abulish'd
Bear the tidings through the world. Mourner, dry your trickling sorrow,
Jesus lives no more to bleedJoin the song and sing for ever,
“Christ the Lord is risen indeed."
CRUCIFIXION OF CHRIST.
TIS night, and the world has sunk to repose,
The scene of his sorrows in Gethsemane : 2 Come, sinners, attend the prayer of your God;
O, come, let us watch one hour with him, And mingle repentance with that precious blood,
The price of our pardon-redemption from sin. 3 Awake, sleeping souls! and watch unto prayer,
Each other exhort-temptation is nigh;
Lest falsely, like Peter, I him should deny. 4 O Jesus, in woe I see thee resign'd,
All cover'd in blood, the price of my soul;
My heart, all my powers, in mercy control. 5 Awake me, dear Lord, and keep me awake,
Uphold by thy strength, or else I shall fall;
Thou, thou art my portion, my God, and my all.
7. 8. 8. 6. Altered.
The deepest woe—the richest grace;
And made an end of sin.
2 On the cold ground methinks I see The Saviour kneel and pray for me :
For this I him adore : Seiz'd with a crimson sweat throughout, It forc'd its painful passage out,
Through every opening pore.
Without a murmuring word :-
Fainting beneath the load.
And then his cross they rear;And can I see the mighty God, Struggling beneath sin's heavy load,
Without one thankful tear! 5 And now in flesh the God I
see, Expiring in anguish on the tree!
What tongue his woes can tell! The shuddering rocks their heads recline, The mourning sun refus'd to shine,
When the Redeemer fell. 6 But though he bow'd his head to death, Hell and the grave are conquer'd both;
He rises –let me sing-
The universal King. 7 Shout, brethren, shout! in songs of praise, He bow'd to death our souls to raise,
From guilt and endless woe: Bright Seraphs, raise your voices higher; Bride of the Lamb, unite the choir
And praise for eyer flow.
8. P. M. Dover Selection.
Saw ye my Saviour and God ?
O he bows his awful head,
And is nunber'd with the dead,
O, the sun refus'd to shine,
When his Majesty Divine
Earth to its centre shook,
And the solid rocks were broke,
O sinners, but believe,
O, the grave he open threw,
And he past triumphant through,
O Father, I have died,
Now behold my hands and side!
Hear it, ye sinners!
O, through Christ's atoning blood,
Be ye reconcil'd to God,
9. P. M. Altered.
, And all my guilt was on Him laid, What glorious scenes were then display'd,
Upon Mount Calvary!
To worlds of endless joy.
He bows his awful head and dies !
Behold his torturing pain!
When Christ the Lamb was slain. 3 ''Tis finish'd! thus the Saviour said,
•The great atonement now is made; Sinners, on me your guilt was laid,
•For you I spilt my blood ; *For you my tender heari did move,
For you I left the courts above, *Thai you the length and breadth might prove, • The depth and height of perfect love,
In me your smiling God.'
And fill the Mediatorial seat,
With loud hosannas tell;