BEHOLD THE LAMB. 10s.

T. B. WHITE.

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* 217. 7s & Os.

2. O noblest brow and dearest,
In other days the world
All fear'd when Thou appearedst;
What shame on Thee is hurl'd;
How art Thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn;
How does that visage languish,
Which once was bright as morn.

3. What language shall I borrow,
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end!
O make me Thine for ever,
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
Outlive my love to thee.

4. If I, a wretch, should leave Thee,
O Jesus, leave not me;

In faith may I receive Thee,

When death shall set me free.
When strength and comfort languish,
And I must hence depart,
Release me then from anguish,

By thine own wounded heart.

5. Be near when I am dying,
O, show Thy cross to me!
And for my succor flying,
Come, Lord, to set me free.
These eyes new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely-through Thy love.
PAUL GERHARDT, 1659.

1. THE Saviour, what a noble flame
Was kindled in His breast,
When, hasting to Jerusalem,
He marched before the rest!

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.

250. C. M.

COWPER.

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 His divine employ.

3. 'Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek He stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought His life;
He labored for their good.

4. In the last hour of deep distress,
Before His 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;

O, may we tread His holy steps,
His joy and glory share!

251. C. M.

ENFIELD.

1. BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
Nailed to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that Him 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.

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?

STEPHENS. C. M.

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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, seated in Thy majesty,

To Thee submissive bow

The Heav'n of Heav'ns, the spacious earth,
The depths of Hell below.

4. When Thou shinest on the clouds,
With Thy angelic train.

May we be saved from vengeance due,
And our lost crowns regain,

5. Glory to Jesus, who returns

Triumphantly to Heaven;
Praise to the Father evermore,
And Holy Ghost, be given.

253. C. M.

LYRA CATIL

1. JESUS, our Lord, ascend Thy throne, And near Thy Father sit:

In Zion shall Thy power be known,
And make 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. Jesus, our Priest, forever lives,
To plead for us above;
Jesus, our King, forever gives
The blessings of His love.

LENOX. H. M.

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EDSON.

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ground,

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:

and sink

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way.

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 echo round

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

DODDRIDGE.