WILLIAMS. L. M. Arranged from Templi Carmina. 1. When I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of Glo My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all ry died, my pride. 236. 8s & 7s. 1. JEWS were wrought to cruel madness, 2. But no worship, song, or glory, Mary stood the cross beside. Mary stands the | cross be side. | 237. Ss & 7s. 1. AT the cross her station keeping, I Now at length the | sword had | pass'd. 2. Oh, how sad and sore distress'd, | Was that mother highly blest, Of the sole-begotten | One! Christ above in torment hangs, She beneath beholds the pangs Of her dying, glorious | Son. 3. Let me mingle tears with thee, [ 4. Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence, | Be Thou only my defence, | Bo Thy cross my victo | ry; | 1. SEE the Lord of glory dying, 2. See the rocks and mountains shaking, | Earth unto her center quaking, | Nature's groans awake the dead. | And the victim | bows His | head. | 3. Heaven's bright melodious legions, | Chanting thro' those lofty regions, | Cease to thrill the quivering string; | By the all a toning | King. | 4. Hell and all the powers infernal, | Rage against the Lamb Eternal, [ While He pours the vital | flood; | And their empire's deep foundation- | Rocks in frightful consternation, As earth feels that | warm life- | blood. 5. Shout, ye saints, with exultation, | Fill with song the wide creation, [ See! He rises from the | tomb! | Part for aye your | reign of doom. As the Conqueror | mounts the skies! GETHSEMANE. L. M. Arranged by CH. BEECHER. 1. 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow, The star is dimm'd that lately shone; 'Tis midnight, in the garden now The suffering Saviour prays a-lone, The suffering Saviour prays a - lonc. 239. L. M. 2. 'Tis midnight-and, from all removed, Immanuel wrestles lone, with fears; E'en the disciple that he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 4. T is midnight-and, from ether-plains, 240. L. M. 1. BEHOLD the Man! how glorious He! 2. Behold the Man! by all condemn'd, 3. Behold the Man! He stands alone, 4. Behold the Man! though scorn'd below, CHRISTIAN PSALMIST. 241. L. M. FROM Calvary a cry was heard- On Thee, Thou spotless, holy One! 3. The scourge, the Thorns, the deep disgrace- 4. Let the dumb world its silence break; ד ה ་ ་ ་ ་ ་ LEIPZIG. L. M. From the Psalmodist. 1. Lord, what a heaven of saving grace, Shines in the beau- ties of Thy face; And lights our passions to a flame! Lord! how we love Thy charming name! 1. 4 He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed, When but His Father's eye {Look'd, thro' the lonely garden's shade, On that dread ag 0 - ny: The Lord of 9:23 *all, above, be- neath, Was bow'd with sor - row un d 92 to death. O sacred Head.now wounded, With grief and shame weigh'd down; Now scornfully sur- rounded With thorns, thy only crown; O sacred Head, what glory, What 9: b 4 |