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5 To Thee, Redeemer, Saviour, King,
To Thee be glory, honor, praise!
At Thine approach, with joy inspired,
Thy children loud Hosannas raise.

WA

8s & 7s, D.

AKE the song, O Zion's daughter,
Bid the glad Hosannas ring

Unto Him who brings salvation,
Our Redeemer and our King!
Glory be to Him who cometh

· In the name of Israel's Lord;
Zion's children bid Thee welcome,
King of kings, Incarnate Word!
Hosanna in the highest!

2 As the children of the Hebrews
With their palms before Thee went,
So our praise, and prayers, and anthems,
Unto Thee we now present:

Thou wast hastening to Thy passion
When they woke the song of praise,

Thou art coming in Thy glory
While our melody we raise :
Hosanna in the highest!

3 Glory, honor, and salvation

To the Lamb our Ruler be!
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer,
So with songs we welcome Thee!
Thee, the company of angels
Praise and magnify on high,
While with longing expectation
All Thy saints Hosanna cry:
Hosanna in the highest!

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7s, 6 lines.

MANY woes had Christ endured,

Many sore temptations met,

Patient, and to pains inur'd;

But the sorest trial yet
Was to be sustain'd in thee,
Gloomy, sad Gethsemane.

2 Came at length the dreadful night;
Vengeance with its iron rod
Stood, and with collected might,

3

Bruised the harmless Lamb of God:
See, my soul, the Saviour see
Prostrate in Gethsemane.

There God bore all my guilt;
my

This through grace can be believed;
But the torments which He felt

Are too vast to be conceived;
None can penetrate through thee,
Doleful, dark Gethsemane.

4 All my sins against my God,

All my sins against His laws,
All my sins against His blood,

All my sins against His cause,
Sins as boundless as the sea-
Hide me, O Gethsemane !

5 Here's my claim, and here alone;
None a Saviour more can need;
Deeds of righteousness I've none;
Not a work that I can plead;
Not a glimpse of hope for me,—
Only in Gethsemane.

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6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One Almighty God of love,
Prais'd by all the heav'nly host,
In Thy shining courts above,
We poor sinners, Gracious Three,
Praise thee for Gethsemane.

BLOOD

LOOD is the price of heaven;
All sin that price exceeds:

Oh, come to be forgiven;

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds!

2 Under the olive boughs,

Falling like ruby beads,

The blood drops from His brows;
He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds!

3 While the fierce scourges fall

The precious blood still pleads;
In front of Pilate's hall

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds!

4 Beneath the thorny crown

The crimson fountain speeds;

See how it trickles down;

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds!

5 Bearing the fatal wood,

His band of saints He leads,
Marking the way with blood;
He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds!

6 On Calvary His shame

With blood still intercedes;

His open wounds proclaim

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds!

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7 He hangs upon the tree,

Hangs there for my misdeeds;
He sheds his blood for me;

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds!

8 O sweet, O precious blood!

What love, what love it breeds!
Ransom, Reward, and Food;
He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds!

E that pass by, behold the Man!

YE

L. M.

The Man of Grief condemned for you, The Lamb of God for sinners slain, Weeping to Calvary pursue.

2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear,
With nails they fasten to the wood;
His sacred limbs ! exposed and bare,
Or only covered with His blood.

3 Behold His temples crowned with thorn,
His bleeding hands extended wide,
His streaming feet transfixed and torn,
The fountain gushing from His side!

4 O Thou dear suffering Son of God,
How doth Thy heart to sinners move!
Sprinkle on us Thy precious blood,
And melt us with Thy dying love!

5 The rocks could feel Thy powerful death,
And tremble and asunder part;

Oh rend with Thine expiring breath
The harder marble of our heart!

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Psalm 69.

EEP in our hearts let us record

DEEP

The deeper sorrows of our Lord;

Behold the rising billows roll,

To overwhelm His holy soul !

2 Yet, gracious God, Thy power and love
Have made the curse a blessing prove;
The dreadful sufferings of Thy Son
Atoned for sins which we had done.

3 Oh for His sake our guilt forgive,
And let the mourning sinner live!
The Lord will hear us in His name,
Nor shall our hope be turned to shame.

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H come and mourn with me awhile;
Oh come ye to the Saviour's side;
Oh come, together let us mourn;
Jesus, our Lord, 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 Lord, is crucified.

L. M.

L. M.

3 How fast His hands and feet are nailed!
His throat with parching thirst is dried;
His failing eyes are dimmed with blood:
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

4 Seven times He spake, seven words of love;
And all three hours His silence cried

For mercy on the souls of men :

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.