2 Fast flow my tears, yet faster flow, 3 Fast flow my tears-fast flow my Streams copious as yon purple tide; Who was it gave the deadly blow?, Who urg'd the hand that pierc'd his side? My soul, thy Victim here behold! And pleading for his murd'rers- 279. Christ an example in suffering. 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye who feel the tempter's pow'r, Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with him one bitter hour; Turn not from his griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment hall, View the Lord of life arraign'd: O, the wormwood and the gall, O, the pangs his soul sustain'd! Shun not suff'ring, shame, or loss, Learn of him to bear the cross. 3 Calv'ry's mournful mountain climb; There adoring at his feet, Mark that miracle of time God's own sacrifice complete: "It is finish'd"-hear him cry, Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 4 Early hasten to the tomb, Where they laid his lifeless clay; All is solitude and gloom Who hath taken him away? Christ hath ris'n-he meets our eyes, Saviour, teach us so to rise. 280. The Dying Christian. 1 Haste, my spirit, haste away, 'Tis thy glorious Saviour calls; Leave this tenement of clay: Quit its broken, shatter'd walls: Through these ruins I descry, Gleams of immortality. 2 Cease, my friends, to weep for me, Let me rather mourn for you; Far from sin and woe I flee, Christ and heav'n are in my view: Dare not wish my soul to stay, Angels beckon me away. 3 To the sovereign hand of death, Earthly blessings I resign; Lord, to thee I yield my breath, Take this ransom'd soul of mine, And my songs of joy shall be Ceaseless as eternity. Doxology. 1 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One in three, and three in one, As by the celestial host, Let thy will on earth be done. Praise by all to thee be given, Glorious Lord of earth and heav'n. 281. Psalm cxlix. 1 O, praise ye the Lord, Prepare your glad voice His praise in the great Assembly to sing: In our great Creator Let Israel rejoice, And children of Zion Be glad in their King. 2 Let us his great name Devoutly adore, In music divine His praises express; 3 The angels His glories shall sing, Shall publish his praise, 282. God's Servants exhorted. JYe servants of God, Your Master proclaim, And publish abroad His wonderful Name; |