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1. Jews were wrought to cruel madness, Christians fled in fear and sadness,
Mary stood the cross beside; /
Till the gentle Suff'rer died. I
Priests her namo have , dei | tied. I
2. But no worship, song, or glory,
Mary stood the cross beside. I
Christ again is crucified. I
Mary stands the cross be | side. I
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1. At the cross her station keeping, I Stood the mournful mother weeping, I
Close to Jesus to tho | last: 1 Through her heart, Ilis sorrow sharing, I All His bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword had | pass’d.
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Seo His burtlened bosom | heave;
Dying sinners, i look and I live. /
Nature's groans awake the dead. í
And the victim | bows His / head. I 3. Heaven's bright melodious legions, I Chanting thro' those lofty regions, |
Cease to thrill the quivering | string; |
By the all a toning | King. I 4. IIell and all the powers infernal, 1 Rage against the Lamb Eternal, 1
While Ho pours the vital | flood; |
As earth feels that / warm life- | blood. | 5. Shout, ye saints, with exultation, I Fill with song the wide creation, |
Sce! He rises from the tomb! |
Part for ago your / reign of doom. 6. Lol the heavens are bursting o'er us, I Hark, the wide out-rushing chorus |
Everlasting numbers | rise-1
As the Conqueror | mounts the skies!
2. Oh, how sad and sorc distress'd, I Was that mother highly blest,
Of the sole-begotten | One! | Christ above in torment hangs, I She beneath beholds the pangs
of her dying, I glorious / Son.
3. Let me mingle tears with thee, I Mourning Him who mourned for me, I
All the days that I may I live; I
Is all I ask of Christ to I give.
GETHSEMANE. L, M.
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1. 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow, Thc staris dimm'd that lately shone;'Tis midnight, ia tlc
7 garden now The suffering Saviour prays a-lone, The suffering Saviour prays a - lone.
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241, L. M. 2. 'Tis midnight-and, from all removed,
1. From Calvary a cry was heardImmanuel wrestles lone, with fears;
A bitter and heart-rending cry:
My Saviour! every mournful word
Bespeaks Thy soul's deep agony.
2. A horror of great darkness fell 3. 'T is midnight-and, for others' guilt, The Man of sorrows weeps in blood;
On Thee, Thou spotless, holy One!
And all the swarming hosts of hell
Conspired to tempt God's only Son. 4. 'T is midnight-and, from ether-plains,
3. The scourge, the Thorns, the deep disgrace
These Thou could'st bear, nor once repine;
But when Jehovah veiled His face,
Unutterable pangs were Thine
4. Let the dumb world its silence break; 240. L. M.
Let pealing anthems rend the sky; 1. BEHOLD the Man! how glorious He!
Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!
He died, that we might nover die.
If e'er I lose its strong control, 2. Behold the Man! by all condemn'd,
Oh! let that dying, piercing cry,
Melt and reclaim my wandering soul.
MONTGOMERY. His person and His claims contemn'a, A Man of sufferings and of woes.
242. L. M. 3. Behold the Man! He stands alone, 1. 'Tis finished !--so the Saviour cried, His foes are ready to devour;
And meekly bowed His head, and died; Not one of all His friends will own
'Tis finished 1-yes, the race is run, Their Master in this trying hour.
The battle fought, the vict'ry won 4. Behold the Man! though scorn'd below, 2. 'Tis finished !-let the joyful sound
He bears the greatest name above; Be heard through all the nations round: The angels at His footstool bow,
'T is finished !-let the echo fly, And all His royal claims approve.
Through heaven and hell, through earth CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.
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4. “Do this,” He cried, “till time shall end, 1. LORD! what a heaven of saving graco
In mem'ry of your dying Friend; Shines through the beauties of Thy face,
Meet at my table, and record And lights our passions to a flamel
The love of your departed Lord." Lord! how we love Thy charming name!
5. Jesus! Thy feast we celebrate; 2. When I can say, my God is mine
We show Thy death, we sing Thy name, When I can feel Thy glories shine
Till Thou return, and we shall eat I tread the world beneath my feet,
The marriage-supper of the Lamb. And all that carth calls good or great.
WATTS. 3. Whilo such a scene of sacred joys
245. L. M. Our raptured eyes and souls employs, Here we could sit, and gaze away
1. The morning dawns upon the place - A long, an everlasting day.
Where Jesus spent the night prayer;
Through yielding glooms behold His face! 4. Well, we shall quickly pass the night,
Nor form, nor comeliness is there.
2. Brought forth to judgment, now He standa O'er the dear object of our love.
Arraigned, condemned, at Pilate's bar; WATTS.
Here, spurned by fierce prætorian bands,
There, mocked by Herod's men of war. 244, L. M.
3. IIe bears their buffeting and scorn1. 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night, Mock-homage of the lip, the knee
When powers of earth and hell arose, The purple robe, the crown of thornAgainst the Son of God's delight,
The scourge, the nail, th'accursed tree. And friends betrayed Him to His foes:
4. No guile within His mouth is found; 2. Before the mournful scene began, [brake; He neither threatens, nor complains;
He took the bread, and blessed, and Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound, What love through all IIis actions ran!
Dumb, 'mid His murderers He remains. What wondrous words of grace He spake!
5. But hark! He prays: 't is for His foes: 3. “This is my body, broke for sin;
He speaks: 't is comfort to His friends; Receive and cat the living food;"
Answers: and paradise bestows; Then took the cup, and blessed the wine: He bows His head: the conflict ends. * 'Tis the new covenant in my blood."