ECCE AGNUS DEI! EHOLD the Lamb! Oh! Thou for sinners slain,- That Thou hast died: Thee for my Saviour let me take,- Behold the Lamb! Archangels,-fold your wings,- The Victim, veiled on earth, in love,- Behold the Lamb! Drop down, ye glorious skies,— Yet lo! He lives,-He lives,-He lives,- Behold the Lamb! All hail,-Eternal Word !— Purge out our leaven: Clothe us with godliness and good, Behold the Lamb! Saints, wrapt in blissful rest,— Souls,-waiting to be blest,— O Lord,-how long! Thou church on earth, o'erwhelmed with fears, Still in this vale of woe and tears, Swell the full song. Behold the Lamb! Worthy is He alone, To sit upon the throne Of God above! One with the Ancient of all days,— One with the Paraclete in praise,- EGERTON BRYDGES. AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS. B ENEATH my cross I lay me down, Love is the spring of all His pain. Here, Jesus, I shall ever stay, And spend my longing heart away, Think on Thy bleeding wounds and pain, The rage of Satan and of sin, Secured from harms beneath Thy shade, O unmolested happy rest! WILLIAM WILLIAMS, (1772.) THY WILL, NOT MINE. "Father, if Thou be willing, remove this cup from Me: nevertheless not My will, but Thine, be done." St. Luke xxii. 42. LORD my God, do Thou Thy holy will I will lie still I will not stir, lest I forsake Thine arm, And break the charm, Which lulls me, clinging to my Father's breast, In perfect rest. Wild Fancy, peace! thou must not me beguile I know thy flatteries and thy cheating ways; Blind guide with siren voice, and blinding all Come Self-devotion, high and pure, |