2 Thou dost remember still, amid The glories of God's throne, The sorrows of mortality,

For they were once Thine own.

3 Yes: for, as if Thou wouldst be God, Even in Thy misery,

There's been no sorrow but Thine own,
Untouched by sympathy.

4 Jesus, my fainting spirit brings
Its fearfulness to Thee;

Thine eye, at least, can penetrate
The clouded mystery.

5 And is it not, O Lord, enough,
This holy sympathy?

There is no sorrow e'er so deep
But I may bring to Thee.

6 It is enough, my precious Lord,
Thy tender sympathy!
My every sin and sorrow can
Devolve itself on Thee.

7 As God, Thou graspedst e'en the whole Of human misery ;

Thine own alone lay desolate,
That Thou mightst pitied be.

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8 Thy risen life but fits Thee more
For kindly sympathy:

Thy love unhindered rests upon
Each bruised branch in Thee.

9 Jesus! Thou hast availed to search
My deepest malady:
It freely flows-more freely finds
The gracious remedy.

30.

7.

"Christ our passover is sacrificed for us."-1 Cor. v.

1

HY did the paschal beast

WHY

Of old for Israel bleed?

To be their safe-guard and their feast,
To sprinkle and to feed.

2 Dwell not, my searching soul,
On ritual shadows now;
Christ is the Lamb all pure

and whole,

The ransomed first-born Thou.

3 Now get thy house within,
Slay, eat, anoint thy door,
The dread avenger comes not in
To smite, but passeth o'er.

4 He looks and calls from high,
Art thou to die or live?

He hears the posts and lintels cry,
Forgive, forgive, forgive.

5 I hear the accuser roar

Of ills that I have done;

I know them well, and thousands more, Jehovah findeth none.

6 Sin, Satan, Death, press near,
To harass and appal:
Let but my Advocate appear,
Backward they go, and fall.

7 Before, behind, around,

They set their fierce array, To fight and force me from my ground, Along Emmanuel's way.

8 I meet them face to face,

Through Jesus' conquest blest:

March in the triumph of His

Right onward to my rest.

9 There in His book I bear

grace,

A more than conqueror's name— A soldier, son, and fellow-heir, Who fought and overcame.

10 His be the victor's name,

Who fought our fight alone; Triumphant saints no honour claim, Their conquest was His own.

11 By weakness and defeat,

He won the meed and crown; Trode all our foes beneath His feet, By being trodden down.

12 He hell, in hell laid low;
Made sin, He sin o'erthrew ;
Bowed to the grave, destroyed it so,
And death, by dying, slew.

13 Bless, bless the conqueror slain,
Slain in His victory:

Who lived, who died, who lives again
For thee, His Church, for thee!

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31.

"There remaineth a rest for the people of God."Heb. iv. 9.

WE

E seek a rest beyond the skies,
In everlasting day;

Through floods and flames the passage lies,
But Jesus guards the way.

2 The swelling flood and raging flame
Hear and obey His word;.
Then let us triumph in His name,
Our Saviour is the Lord.

32.

"We seek one to come."-Heb. xiii. 14.

THM

1 THIS is not my place of resting,
Mine's a city yet to come;
Onwards to it I am hasting,-
On to my eternal home.

2 In it all is light and glory,

O'er it shines a nightless day; Every trace of sin's sad story,— All the curse has passed away.