• 6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One almighty God of love,
Praised by all the heavenly host,
In thy shining courts above-
We poor sinners, gracious Three,
Praise thee for Gethsemane.
HYMN 18. C. M. China. [b]
The Saviour's Death.
e 1 ROM whence these direful omens round, Which heaven and earth amaze?
Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground?
Why hides the sun his rays?
-2 Well may the earth astonished shake,
And nature sympathize
The sun as darkest night be black
Their Maker, JESUS-dies.
p 3 Behold, fast streaming from the treeHis all-atoning blood!
d Is this the INFINITE?-'tis heMy Saviour and my God.
p 4 For me-these pangs his soul assail, For me this death is borne;
My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed every thorn.
5 Let sin no more my soul enslave ;
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain;
e O save me, whom thou cam'st to save, Nor bleed-nor die in vain.
HYMN 19. L. M. Carthage. Munich. [b*] It is finished. John xix. 30.
IS finished:-so the Saviour cried;
1 'Tand meekly bowed his head, and died!
"Tis finished:-yes, the race is run,—
The battle fought, the victory won.
2 'Tis finished:-all that Heaven decreed,
And all that ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfilled, as was designed,
In me, the Saviour of mankind.
3 "Tis finished:-Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore;
The sacred veil is rent in twain,
The Jewish rites no more remain
4 'Tis finished :-this my dying groan Shall sins of every kind atone; o Millions shall be redeemed from death, -By this my last expiring breath.
5. "Tis finished:-Heaven is reconciled, And all the powers of darkness spoiled: o Peace, love, and happiness, again Return and dwell with sinful men.
-6 'Tis finished-let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round:
8 'Tis finished:-let the echo fly,
Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky.
HYMN 20. L. M. Dresden. [b*]
CHRIST'S Dying, Rising, and Reigning.
P'HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!
a A solemn darkness veils the skies!
d A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
e 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two,
For him who groaned beneath your load;
p He shed a thousand drops for you-
A thousand drops of richer blood.
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree-
a The Lord of glory dies for men!
o But, lo! what sudden joys we see !
d Jesus the dead-revives again!
o 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb
Up to his Father's court he flies!
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!
u 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliverer reigns;
o Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,
d And led the tyrant Death-in chains.
86 Say," Live forever, glorious King,
"Born to redeem, and strong to save
d Then ask-"O Death, where is thy sting?
"And where thy victory, boasting Grave?"
HYMN 21. 7s. Redeeming Love. [*]
[ARK! the herald angels say,
Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day!
o Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Let the glorious tidings fly.
e 2 Love's redeeming work is done!
The battle's fought, the victory won!
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
-3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal→→→
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ has opened Paradise.
o 4 Lives again our glorious King,
d" Where, O Death, is now thy sting?"
e Once he died our souls to save,
d "Where's thy victory, boasting Grave?"
-5 What though once we perished all, Partners of our parents' fall?—
o Second life we shall receive,
And in Christ forever live.
HYMN 22. 7s. Epiphany. [*]
* 1 HAIL, the day that saw him rise,
Ravished from our wishful eyes;
e Christ, awhile to mortals given,
D Reascends his native heaven:
-There the pompous triumph waits;
e Lift your heads, eternal gates!
"Wide unfold the radiant scene,
"Take the King of glory in!"
-2 Him though highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads;
Next himself prepares a place,
Harbinger of human race. ..
e 3 Master, (may we ever say,)
Taken from the world away,
See thy faithful servants, see,
Ever gazing up to thee.
Grant, though parted from our sight,
-High above yon azure height,-
Grant our souls may thither rise-
Following thee beyond the skies.
o 4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our Lord shall come-
Looking for a happier home.
o There we shall with thee remain,
Partners of thy endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see
Find a heaven of heavens in thee.
HYMN 23. L. M. Oporto. [*] CHRIST'S Death, Resurrection, and Ascension. ii. 32-36.
1 COME, tune, ye saints, your noblest strains,
Your dying, rising Lord to sing;
And echo, to the heavenly plains,
The triumphs of your Saviour King.
2 In songs of grateful rapture tell,
How he subdued your potent foes;
Subdued the powers of death and hell,
And, dying, finished all your woes :
3 Then to his glorious throne on high,
Returned; while hymning angels round,
Through the bright arches of the sky,
The God, the conquering God, resound.
4 Almighty love, victorious power!
Not angel tongues can e'er display
The wonders of that dreadful hour-
The joys of that illustrious day.
5 Then well may mortals try in vain,
In vain their feeble voices raise;
Yet Jesus hears the humble strain,
And kindly owns our wish to praise.
6 Dear Saviour, let thy wondrous grace
Fill every heart, and every tongue;
Till the full glories of thy face
Inspire a sweeter, nobler song.
HYMN 24. 7s. Redeeming Love. [*]
CHRIST'S Resurrection and Ascension. Matt. xxviii. 2.
ANGELS, roll the rock away!
Death, yield up the mighty prey!
s See, the Saviour quits the tomb
Glowing with immortal blooin.
u 2 Shout, ye seraphs; Gabriel, raise
Thine eternal trump of praise;
-Let the earth's remotest bound
Echo to the blissful sound.
o 3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes;
See the Conqueror mount the skies;
Troops of angels on the road,
Hail and sing th' incarnate God.
4 Heaven unfolds her portals wide-
Glorious Hero, through them ride;
King of glory, mount thy throne ;
Boundless empire is thine own.
85 Praise him, ye celestial choirs,
I'raise, and sweep your golden lyres;
Praise him in the noblest songs,
From ten thousand thousand tongues.
-6 Let Emmanuel be adored
d Ransom, Mediator, Lord;
o To creation's utmost bound,
Let th' immortal praise resound.
Praise to the REDEEMER.
MIGHTY God, while angels bless thee,
May an infant lisp thy name?
-Lord of man, as well as angels,
Thou art every creature's theme.
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah. Amen.
-2 Lord of every land and nation, Ancient of eternal days!"
o Sounded through the wide creation, Be thy just, exalted praise.
g 3 For the grandeur of thy natureGrand beyond à seraph's thought
For created works of power,
Works with skill and kindness wrought.
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