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• While he endur d exquisite pains,
*He conquer'd death and hell!
10. 8. 7. 4. Rippon's Selection.
• It is finish'd!
Do these charming words afford !
It is finish'd!
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
11. P. M. Anon. Christ's death, resurrection, and triumph. ESUS drinks the bitter cup,
Tears the graves and mountains up
With his expiring groan
Nature in convulsion lies-
The great Jehovah dies!
2 Dies, the glorious Cause of all!
The true eternal Plan-
To ransom guilty man!
With the Sufierer sympathize;
While his Creator dies ! 3 O my God! he dies for me!
I feel the mortal smart: See him hanging on the tree,
A sight that breaks my heart: O that all to thee would turn;
Sinners, ye may love him too Look on him ye pierc'd, and mourn
For one who bled for you. 4 Weep o'er your Desire and Hope,
With tears of humblest love; Sing, for Jesus is gone up;
And reigns enthron'd above: Lives our Head, to die no more
Power is all to Jesus givenWorshipp'd as he was besire,
Th'eternal King of heaven..
12. P. M. Allered. Rejoicing in Christ crucified. Gal. vi. 14.
! With all of creature-good; Only Jesus I pursue,
Who bought me with his blood;
I trample on thy wealth and pride,
And Jesus crucified. 2 Other knowledge I disdain,
'Tis all but vanity; Christ the Lamb of God was slain,
He tasted death for me,
Me to save from endless woe,
The sin-atoning victim died ;-Only, &c.
My fluctuating heart
Sha'l never more depart:
His wounds for me stand open wide ;-Only; &c. 4 Him to know is life and peace,
And pleasure without end;
On Jesus to depend;
And ever in his faith abide ;-Cnly, &c.
This saving truth to prove!
And depth of Jesus' love;
The blood by faith alone applied ;-Only, &c.
13. P. M. Wuyts.
And flatteries paid to fellow-worms;
Thou Life of all my joys.
The captives of his tongue :
Nor think the darkness long.
3 There, while I hear my Saviour God Count o'er the sins, a heavy load,
He bore upon the tree, Inward I blush with secret shame, And weep, and love, and bless the name, That knew not guilt nor grief his own,
But bore it all for me. 4 I hear the glorious Sufferer tell, How on the cross he vanquish'd hell,
And all the powers beneath; Transported and inspir’d, my tongue Attempts his triumphs in a song ; How hath the serpent lost his sting!
And where's thy victory, death? 5. But when he shows his hands, his heart, And those dear prints of dying smart,
He sets my soul on fire:
With more intense desire.
And tell him all my pains:
My drooping head sustains.
RESURRECTION OF CHRIST.
14. S. M. Hart.
The Resurrection of Christ.
Let hope and joy succeed;
The shades of death withdrawn,
His eyes their beams display ;
Unbars the gates of day 2 The pioraise is fulfill'd;
Sal ation's work is done
And God has rais'd his Son.
From all corruption free,
Could no corruption see. 3 Angels, with saints above,
The rising Victor sing ;
With loud hosannas ring;
Your hearts and voices raise;
And every tongue sing praise. 4 My soul, thy Saviour laud;
Who all ihy sorrows bore ;
And lives to die no more.
His resurrection thine;
'Tis sign'd with blood divine.
EXALTATION OF CHRIST.
15. 7's. Anon. Christ's Ascension and Session. H ,
Ravish'd from our wishful eyes! Christ, awhile to mortals given, Reascends his native heaven!