By the eyes so pale and dim,
Streaming blood and writhing limb,
By the flesh with scourges torn,
By the crown of twisted thorn,
By the side so deeply pierced,
By the baffled burning thirst,
By the drooping death-dew'd brow,
Son of Man, 'tis thou, 'tis thou!
2 Bound upon the accursed tree,
Dread and awful, who is be?
By the sun at noonday pale,
Shivering rocks, and rending veil,
Earth that trembles at his doom,
Yonder saints who burst their tomb,
Eden promised ere he died
To the felon at his side,
Lord, our suppliant knees we bow;
Son of God, 'tis thou, 'tis thou! .
3 Bound upon the accursed tree,
Sad and dying, who is he?
By the last and bitter cry,
By the mortal agony,
By the lifeless body, laid
In the chamber of the dead,
By the mourners, come to weep
Where the bones of Jesus sleep,
Crucified, we know thee now;
Son of Man, 'tis thou, 'tis thou!
4 Bound upon the accursed tree,
Dread and awful, who is he?
By the prayer for them that slew,
Lord, they know not what they do."
By the spoil'd and empty grave,·
By the souls he died to save,
By the conquest he hath won,
By the saints before his throne,
By the rainbow round his brow,
Son of God, 'tis thou, 'tis thou!1
174 It is finished.-John xix. 30.
1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary;
See, it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky:
'It is finish'd,"
Hear the dying Saviour cry.
2 "It is finish'd." O what pleasure
Do the wondrous words afford!
Heavenly blessings without measure
Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
"It is finish'd,"
Saints the dying words record.
3 Finish'd all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law,
Finish'd all that God had promised:
Death and hell no more shall awe.
"It is finish'd,"
Saints from hence your comfort draw.
4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs;
Strike them to Emmanuel's name.
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join the triumph to proclaim.
Hallelujah!
Glory to the bleeding Lamb! •
175 Who, when he had purged our sins, [D. 8s. 7s.
sat down on the right hand of the
Majesty on high.-Heb. i. 3.
1 HAIL, thou once despisèd Jesus,
Hail, thou Galilean King:
Thou didst suffer to release us,
Thou didst free salvation bring.
Hail, thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame,
By thy merits we find favour;
Life is given through thy name.
2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins were on thee laid:
By Almighty love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made.
All thy people are forgiven,
Through the virtue of thy blood:
Open'd is the gate of heaven,
Peace is made 'twixt man and God.
3 Jesu, hail! enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide;
All the heavenly hosts adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's side:
There for sinners thou art pleading,
There thou dost our place prepare,
Ever for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear.
4 Worship, honour, power, and blessing
Thou art worthy to receive:
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give:
Help, ye bright angelic spirits,
Bring your sweetest noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant Emmanuel's praise.”
Let us labour to enter into that rest.
Heb. iv. 11.
1 SABBATH of the saints of old,
Day of mysteries manifold,
By the great Creator blest,
Type of his eternal rest;
Resting from his work the Lord
Spake to-day the hallowing word.
2 Resting in the tomb to-day
Still the Saviour's body lay;
Wrapt in sleep, from head to feet
Shrouded in the winding-sheet,
Lying in the rock alone,
Hidden by the sealed store.
3 Lord, with thee till life shall end
We would solemn vigil spend ;
Close the door from sight and sound
Of the busy world around,
And in patient watch remain
Till thou shalt appear again.
4 Still with thee their Sabbath keep
They who 'neath the altar sleep;
Resting from their labours past,
Waiting for the trumpet's blast;
When, the new creation done,
Endless joys shall be begun.
5 Jesu, keep us safe from sin;
With them let us enter in,
Danger past and toil at end;
And to those blest joys ascend
There in flesh our God to see,
And adore eternally.*
"BY THY GLORIOUS RESURRECTION, GOOD LORD,
THE happy morn is come;
Triumphant o'er the grave,
The Saviour leaves the tomb;
Omnipotent to save.
Captivity is captive led;
For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
Who now accuses them
For whom their Surety died?
Who now shall those condemn
Whom God hath justified?
Captivity is captive led;
For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
Christ hath the ransom paid;
The glorious work is done;
On him our help is laid;
By him our victory won.
Captivity is captive led;
For Jesus liveth, that was dead."
Awake, psaltery and harp: I myself [D.C.M. will awake early.-Ps. cviii. 2.
1 AWAKE, glad soul! awake, awake!
Thy Lord hath risen long;
Go to his grave, and with thee take
Both tuneful heart and song;
Where life is waking all around,
Where love's sweet voices sing,
The first bright blossom may be found
Of an eternal spring.
2 The shade and gloom of life are fled
This resurrection day;
Henceforth in Christ are no more dead,
The grave hath no more prey :
In Christ we live, in Christ we sleep,
In Christ we wake and rise ;
And the sad tears death makes us weep,
He wipes from all our eyes.
3 And every bird and every tree,
And every opening flower,
Proclaim his glorious victory,
His resurrection power;
The folds are glad, the fields rejoice
With vernal verdure spread,
The little hills lift up their voice
And shout that death is dead.
4 Then wake, glad heart! awake, awake!
And seek thy risen Lord,
Joy in his resurrection take
And comfort in his word:
And let thy life through all its ways
One long thanksgiving be,
Its theme of joy, its song of praise,
'Christ died and rose for me.' 'd
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