A light to shine upon the road 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd; 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, I hate the sins that make thee mourn, 5 The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from thy throne, 6 So shall my walk be close with God; THE PASSION WEEK. HYMN 23. 1 Behold the mighty Saviour comes (C. M.) Complete salvation, lo, he wears, 3 Why thus array'd, mysterious man, Why are thy garments dy'd with streams 4 "The wine press I myself have trod, HYMN 24. 1 See what unbounded zeal and love 2 Good will to man, and zeal for God 3 With all his suff'rings full in view, (o. M.) 4 Prepare us, Lord, to view the cross HYMN 25. 1 Listen, my soul, while Jesus prays In dark Gethsemane: "Father, if it be possible, Remove this cup from me?" (c. M.) 2 What must have been the bitter draught 3 Then on the cold and midnight ground 4 Angels support his sinking frame; My wond'ring soul, hence learn the weight Of thy Redeemer's pains. HYMN 26. 1 Go to sad Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's pow'r; Your Redeemer's conflict see; Watch with him one bitter hour. Turn not from his griefs away; Learn from him to watch and pray. 2 See him in the judgment hall, At th' unrighteous bar arraign'd; See him meekly bearing all See how love his soul sustain❜d. Shun not suff'ring, shame, or loss; Learn of him to bear the cross. HYMN 27. (III. 4.) 1 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night, (L, M.) 2 Before the mournful scene began, Then took the cup and bless'd the wine; The kindness of your dying friend; GOOD FRIDAY. HYMN 28. 1 From whence these direful omens round, Which heaven and earth amaze? (c. M.) Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground? Why hides the sun his rays? 2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake, The sun, as darkest night be black; 3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree Is this Immanuel?-Even he;- 4 For me these pangs his soul assail: My sins gave sharpness to the nail, 5 Let sin no more my soul enslave; Oh, save me, whom thou cam'st to save, HYMN 29. 1 Hark, the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary; See the rocks are rent asunder; Hear the dying Saviour cry. Saints the dying words record. 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs; Glory to the bleeding Lamb. HYMN 30. 1 When I survey the wond'rous cross, On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the cross of Christ, my God: (III. 3.) (L. M.) |