Till we too change from grace to grace,

Gazing on that transfigured face. 4 O Master, it is good to be

Here on the Holy Mount with Thee;
When darkling in the depths of night,
When dazzled with excess of light,
We bow before the heavenly Voice
That bids bewildered souls rejoice;
Though love wax cold and faith be dim,
“This is My Son! oh, hear ye


DEAN STANLEY. 1865. 1037

Who loved me, and gave Himself

for me.
Gal. 2. 20.
1 MHY life was given for me,

Thy blood, O Lord, was shed,
That I might ransomed be,
And quickened from the dead;
Thy life was given for me ;

What have I given for Thee?
2 Long years were spent for me

In weariness and woe,
That through eternity
Thy glory I might know;
Long years were spent for me;

Have I spent one for Thee ?
3 Thy Father's home of light,

Thy rainbow-circled throne,
Were left for earthly night;
For wanderings sad and lone :
Yea, all was left for me;

Have I left aught for Thee ?
4 Thou, Lord, hast borne for me
More than my tongue can tell


Of bitterest agony
To rescue me from hell ;
Thou sufferedst all for me;

What have I borne for Thee ?
5 And Thou hast brought to me

Down from Thy home above
Salvation full and free,
Thy pardon and Thy love ;
Great gifts Thou broughtest me;

What have I brought to Thee?
6 O let my life be given,

My years for Thee be spent;
World-fetters all be riven,
And joy with suffering blent ;
To Thee my all I bring
My Saviour and my King!

F. R. HAVERGAL. 1876..


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L.M. 1038 determined

not to know anything among you, save Jesus Christ, and Him crucified.1 Cor. 2. 2. 1 H, come and mourn with me awhile ;

Oh come, together let us mourn ;

Jesus, our Love, is crucified.
2 Have we no tears to shed for Him,

While soldiers scoff and Jews deride ?
Ah ! look how patiently He hangs;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.

3 Seven times He spake, seven words of love,

And all three hours His silence cried,
For mercy on the souls of men !

Jesus, our Love, is crucified.
4 Come, let us stand beneath the Cross;

The fountain opened in His side
Shall purge our deepest stains away:

Jesus, our Love, is crucified.
5 A broken heart, a fount of tears,

Ask, and they will not be denied;
A broken heart, love's offering is;

Jesus, our Love, is crucified.
6 O love of God! O sin of man !

In this dread act your strength is tried ;
And Victory remains with love,
For He, our Love, is crucified.

F. W. FABER. 1863.

1039 And sitting down they watched Him there.

Matt. 27. 36.

1 THRONED, upon the awful tree,

King of grief, I watch with Thee;
Darkness veils Thine anguished face,
None its lines of woe can trace,
None can tell what pangs unknown

Hold Thee silent and alone.
2 Silent through those three dread hours

Wrestling with the evil powers,
Left alone with human sin,
Gloom around Thee and within,
Till the appointed time is nigh,
Till the Lamb of God may die.

3 Hark that cry that peals aloud

Upward through the whelming cloud!
Thou, the Father's only Son,
Thou, His own Anointed One,
Thou dost ask Him-can it be ?

Why hast Thou forsaken Me ?
4 Lord, should fear and anguish roll

Darkly o'er my sinful soul,
Thou, who once wast thus bereft
That Thine own might ne'er be left,
Teach me by that bitter cry,
In the gloom to know Thee nigh !

J. ELLERTON. 1870.



1040 He is not here, for He is risen, as He said.

Matt. 28. 6.
1 HRIST is risen! hallelujah!

Risen our victorious Head !
Sing His praises ! hallelujah!

Christ is risen from the dead !
Gratefully our hearts adore Him,

As His light once more appears,
Bowing down in joy before Him,

Rising up from grief and tears.
Christ is risen ! hallelujah!

Risen our victorious Head!
Sing His praises ! hallelujah!

Christ is risen from the dead.
2 Christ is risen! all the sadness

Of His earthly life is o'er,

Through the open gates of gladness

He returns to life once more;
Death and hell before Him bending,

He doth rise the Victor now,
Angels on His steps attending,

Glory round His wounded brow;
Christ is risen ! hallelujah !

Risen our victorious Head !
Sing His praises ! hallelujah!

Christ is risen from the dead.
3 Christ is risen! henceforth never

Death or hell shall us enthral,

e are Christ's, in Him for ever

We have triumphed over all;
All the doubting and dejection

Of our trembling hearts have ceased, 'Tis His day of resurrection !

Let us rise and keep the feast.
Christ is risen ! hallelujah!

Risen our victorious Head!
Sing His praises ! hallelujah!
Christ is risen from the dead.

J. S. B. MONSELL, 1867.


1041 Now is Christ risen from the dead.


1 Cor. 15. 20.


HA Hearts to heaven and poices raise ;

Sing to God a hymn of gladness,

Sing to God a hymn of praise ;
He who, on the cross a victim,

For the world's salvation bled,
Jesus Christ, the King of glory,

Now is risen from the dead.

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