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5 Truly this was the Son of God!
Though in a servant's mean disguise,
And bruised beneath the Father's rod,
Not for Himself,-for man He dies. Montgomery.
HYMN 253. 8s & 7s. Greenville. [b]
Rejoicing before the Cross.
SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend;
Life and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.
2 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie ;
While I see divine compassion
Beaming in his gracious eye.
3 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Constant still, in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
4 May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go;

Prove his wounds each day more healing,

And himself more fully know.

HYMN 254.

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Robinson

78. Telemann's Chant. [*]

The Three Mountains.

Wood descend in majesty, WHEN on Sinai's top I see To proclaim his holy law, p All my spirit sinks with awe. g 2 When in ecstasy sublime, Tabor's glorious height I climb, In the too transporting light, p Darkness rushes o'er my sight. -3 When on CALVARY I rest, God in flesh made manifest, o Shines in my Redeemer's face, Full of beauty, truth, and grace. p 4 Here I would for ever stay, Weep and gaze my soul away: Thou art heaven on earth to me, Lovely, mournful Calvary.

Montgomery

HYMN 255. C. M. Stephens. [b]
"This do in Remembrance of Me."
human kindness meets return,
And owns the grateful tie;

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IF

If tender thoughts within us burn,
To feel a friend is nigh:

2 O shall not warmer accents tell
The gratitude we owe

To him who died, our fears to quell,
Our more than orphan's wo!

3 While yet his anguished soul surveyed
Those pangs he would not flee;

What love his latest words displayed,—
"Meet and remember me!"

4 Remember thee! thy death, thy shame,
Our sinful hearts to share!

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O memory, leave no other name
But his recorded there.

Noel.

HYMN 256. C. M. York. Mentz. [b]
"This do in Remembrance of Me."

ACCORDING to thy gracious word,

In meek humility,

This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember thee.

g 2 Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be ;
Thy testamental cup I take,

And thus remember thee.

-3 Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember thee?

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4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!

I must remember thee :

5 Remember thee, and all thy pains
And all thy love to me;

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,

Will I remember thee.

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee,

When thou shalt in thy kingdom come,

Jesus, remember me.

Montgomery.

HYMN 257. 7s. Sudbury. [*]
Resurrection of Christ.

Matt. xxviii, 6.

M ORNING breaks upon the tomb,
Jesus scatters all its gloom;

Day of triumph through the skies-
See the glorious Saviour rise.

-2 Christians! dry your flowing tears,
Chase those unbelieving fears;
Look on his deserted grave;
Doubt no more his power to save.
3 Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade:
Drive your anxious cares away;
See the place where Jesus lay.

HYMN 258. L. M. Arnheim. [*]
The Ascension.

Acts i, 9.

Collyer.

8 1 THE mighty Conqueror leaves the dead,

Jesus the Lord ascends on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragged to the portals of the sky.
2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay:
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way.

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene;
He claims these mansions as his right,
Receive the King of Glory in."

g 4 "Who is the King of Glory, who?"
8 "The Lord, that all our foes o'ercame;
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew;
Jesus is the conqueror's name."

5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay:
'Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way."

g 6 "Who is the King of Glory, who?"
8 "The Lord, of boundless power possessed,
The King of saints and angels too,
God over all, for ever blessed."

HYMN 259. H. M. Haddam.
Christ the King of Glory.
OD is gone up on high,
With a triumphant noise:

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Go

The anthems of the sky
Proclaim th' angelic joys!

Join all on earth, rejoice and sing-
Glory ascribe to Glory's King.

C. Wesley.

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2 God in the flesh below,

For us he reigns above:
Let all the nations know

The Saviour's conquering love!
Join all on earth, rejoice and sing-
Glory ascribe to Glory's King.

3 All power to our great Lord
Is by the Father given:
By angel hosts adored,

He reigns supreme in heaven.
Join all on earth, rejoice and sing,-
Glory ascribe to Glory's King.
4 Till all the earth renewed
In righteousness divine,
With all the hosts of God

In one great chorus join,—

Join all on earth, rejoice and sing-
Glory ascribe to Glory's King.

HYMN 260. H. M. Haddam. [*]

1

COME, every pious heart

That loves the Saviour's name,

Your noblest power exert

To celebrate his fame;

Tell all above, and all below,

The debt of love to him you owe.

2 He left his starry crown,

And laid his robes aside;
On wings of love came down,

And wept, and bled, and died:
What he endured, oh, who can tell!
To save our souls from death and hell
3 From the dark grave he rose,
The mansion of the dead;
And thence his mighty foes
In glorious triumph led;

Up through the sky the conqueror rode,
And reigns on high the Saviour God.
4 Jesus, we ne'er can pay
The debt we owe thy love;

Yet tell us how we may

Our gratitude approve :

Our hearts-our all to thee we give:

The gift though small, do thou receive.

Stennets

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HYMN 261. C. M. Lanesboro'.

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Fountain. Zech. xiii, 1.
HERE is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;

THE

And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, as vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

p 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved, to sin no more.

4 E'er since, by faith I saw the stream,
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be,-till I die.

s 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save;

g When this poor, lisping, falt'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave.

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HYMN 262. C. M. Stephens. [*]
The Atonement of Christ.

IN

N vain we seek for peace with God
By methods of our own:

Jesus, there's nothing but thy blood
Can bring us near the throne.

2 The threatenings of thy broken law
Impress our souls with dread:
If God his sword of vengeance draw,
It strikes our spirits dead.

3 But thine illustrious sacrifice,
Hath answered these demands,
And peace and pardon from the skies
Come down by Jesus' hands.

4 Here all the ancient types agree,-
The altar and the lamb;

And prophets in their visions see
Salvation through his name.

5 'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord;
'Tis on thy cross we rest;

For ever be thy love adored,
Thy name for ever blest.

Cooper

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