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T, B. WHITE. From the Modern Harp.



Behold the Lamb, O Thou, for sinners slain, 1
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2. Behold the Lamb! 2. O noblest brow and dearest,

Archangels-fold your wings-
In other days the world
All fear d when Thou appearedst;

Seraphs-hush all the strings

Of million lyres:
What shame on Thee is hurl'd;

The Victim, veil'd on earth, in loveHow art Thou pale with anguish,

Unveil'd-enthroned-adored above,
With sore abuse and scorn;

All heaven admires!
Tlow does that visage languish,
Which once was bright as morn.

3. Behold the Lamb!

Drop down, ye glorious skies3. What language shall I borrow,

He dies-lo dies--Ile dies-
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,

For man onco lost!
For this Thy dying sorrow,

Yet lo! He lives-He lives-He lives Thy pity without end!

And to his church Himself He gives O make me Thine for ever,

Incarnato Host!
And should I fainting be,

4. Behold the Lamb! Lord, let me never, never,

All hail- Eternal Word l-
Outlive my love to thee.

Thou universal Lord

Purge out our leaven: 4, If I, a wretch, should leave Thce,

Clothe us with godliness and good, () Jesus, leave not me;

Feed us with Thy celestial food-
In faith inay I receive Thee,

Manna from heaven!
When death shall set me free.

5. Behold the Lamb!
When strength and comfort languish,
And I must hence depart,

Saints, wrapt in blissful restRelease me then from anguish,

Souls-waiting to be blest

Oh! Lord-how long! [fears By thine own wounded heart.

Thou church on earth, o'erwhelm'd with 5. Be near when I am dying,

Still in this vale of woe and tears, 0, show Thy cross to me!

Swell the full song. And for my succor flying,

6. Behold the Lamb! Come, Lord, to set me free.

Worthy is He alone,
These eyes new faith receiving,

To sit upon the throne
From Jesus shall not move;

Of God above!
For he who dies believing,

One with the Ancient of all days-
Dics safely-through Thy love.

One with the Paraclete in praise-

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3. 'Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn,

Patient and meek He stood;
IIis foes, ungrateful, sought His lifo;

He labored for their good.
4. In the last hour of deep distress,

Before Ilis Father's throne,
With soul resigned, He bowed, and said,

** Thy will, not mine, be done!"
5. Be Christ our pattern and our guide;

His image may we bear;
0, may we tread His holy steps,

His joy and glory share!


2. Good-will to men, and zeal for God,

His every thought engross;
He longs to be baptized with blood,

He pants to reach the cross.
3. With all Ilis sufferings full in view,

And woes to us unknown,
Forth to the task His spirit flew;

'T was love that urged Him on.
4. Lord, we return Thee what we can;

Our hearts shall sound abroad,
Salvation to the dying man,

And to the rising God! 5. And while Thy bleeding glories here

Engage our wondering eyes,
We learn our lighter cross to bear,
And hasten to the skies.


251. C. M.

1. Benoid tho Saviour of mankind

Nailed to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that Ilim inclined

To bleed and die for me.

2. Hark! how He groans, while nature shakes,

And earth's strong pillars bend!
The temple's veil asunder breaks,

The solid marbles rend.

250. C. M.
1. BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form

Appears each grace divine;
The virtues, all in Jesus met,

With mildest radiance shine. 2. To spread the rays of heavenly light,

To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,

Was IIis divine employ.

3. 'Tis finished! now the ransom's paid,

Receive my soul!" He cries:
See-how He bows His sacred head!

He bows His head and dies!

4. But soon He'll break death's iron-chain,

And in full glory shine ;
O Lamb of God! was ever pain-

Was ever love like Thine ?

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4. Jesus, our Priest, forever lives,

To plead for us abore; Jesus, our King, forever gives

The blessings of His lore.

5. God will exalt Ilis glorious head,

Ilis lofty throne maintain,
And strike the powers and princes deady.

Who dare opposo His reign.


2. Thou, through the starry orbs, this day,

Didst to Thy throne ascend; Thenceforth to reign in sovereign power,

And glory without end.
3. There, scated in Thy majesty,

To Thce submissive bow
The Heav'n of Heav'us, the spacious earth,

The depths of Hell below.
4. When Thou shinest on the clouds,

With Thy angelic train.
May we be saved from vengeanco due,

And our lost crowns regain, 5. Glory to Jesus, who returns

Triumphantly to Ileaven;
Praise to the Father evermore,

And Holy Ghost, be given.

251. C. M. 1. Why is thy face so lit with smiles,

Mother of Jesus! why?
And wherefore is thy beaming look

So fixed upon the sky?


2. His rising form on Olivet

A summer's shadow cast!
The branches of the boary trces

Droop'd as the shadow pass'd. 3. And as Ile roso with all His train

Of righteous souls around,
Ilis blessing fell into thine heart,

Like dew into the ground.

253. C. M. 1. Jests, our Lord, ascend Thy throne,

And near Thy Father sit:
In Zion shall Thy power be known,

And mako Thy foes submit. 2. What wonders shall Thy gospel do!

Thy converts shall surpass
The numerous drops of morning dew,

And own Thy sovereign grace. 3. God hath pronounced a firm decree,

Nor changes what he swore;“ Eternal shall Thy priesthood be, When Aaron is no more.”'

4. Down stoop'd a silver cloud from heaven,

The Eternal Spirit's car,
And on the lessening vision went,

Like somo receding star.

5. The silver cloud hath sail'd away,

The skies are blue and free;
The road that vision took is now
Sunshine and vacancy.




41. Yes, the Re-deem -er rose; The Sa-viour left the dead; And o'er our hell - ish

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255. H. M. 1. Yes, the Redeemer rose;

The Saviour left the dead;
And o'er our hellish foes

High raised His conquering head.
In wild dismay, the guards around,
Fall to the ground, and sink away.
2. Lo! the angelic bands

In full assembly meet,
To wait His high commands,

And worship at His feet;
Joyful they come, and wing their way,
From realms of day, to Jesus' tomb.
3. Then back to heaven they fly,

The joyful news to bear:

Hark! as they soar on high,

What music fills the air!
Their anthems say,— Jesus, who bled,
Hath left the dead, He rose to-day.'
4. Ye mortals, catch the sound,

Redeemed by Him from hell;
And send the eclio round

The globe on which you dwell;
Transported cry,-'Jesus who bled,
Hath left the dead, no more to die.
5. All bail, triumphant Lord,

Who sav'st us with Thy blood!
Wide be Thy name adored,

Thou, rising, reigning God.
With Thee we rise, with Thee we reign,
And empires gain beyond the skies.



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