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“ He is brought as a Lamb to the slaughter."
Isaiah liii. 7.
Jesus on his way proceeds;
While the patient victim bleeds;
Jesus died in love to others,
Greater love hath none than this; Love of kindred, love of mothers,
Feeble is compared to His: Who can tell its breadth and length ? Who its depth, its height, its strength ?
Come, my soul, look here and wonder,
Here's a sight to cause surprise; Well the rocks might cleave asurder,
Well might darkness veil the skies; 'Twas the voice of nature then, Nature's voice reproving men.
Now let others boast of doing,
We have no such plea as this; Christ alone prevents our going
Down to hell's profound abyss : Thire the tribute of our praise, Thine the remnant of our days.
"He was wounded for our transgressions, he was
bruised for our iniquities,” &c. Is. liii. 5.
Jesus drains the cup of sorrows;
See, he lies beneath our load ; Gives his life a ransom for us,
And redeems us by His blood : Was there ever love like this? Was ere ever grief like His ?
Jesus is “ a man of sorrows,'
Here he claims pre-eminence; See Him: pierced by heaven's own arrows:
See Him die for our offence: We, like sheep, had gone astray, Jesus takes our sin away.
Jesus suffers-wondrous victim,
"Tis the Son of God who dies : Heaven and earth and hell afflict him,
Justice claims the sacrifice: Darkness now exerts its power, Darkness reigns this fearful hour. Come, ye saints, look here and wonder,
Come, behold what love could do ; Gaze upon
the victim yonder,
Triumphant o'er the grave;
Almighty now to save;
For whom their surety died ?
Captivity is captive led,
The glorious work is done;
The victory is won.
The resurrection thou;
Before thy throne we bow:
CCCI. “ The Lord is risen indeed.”—Luke xxiv. 34. " The Lord is risen indeed."
Then is his work performed; The captive surety now is freed,
And death, our foe, disarmed. • The Lord is risen indeed,"
Then hell hath lost its prey; With Him is risen the ransomed seed,
To reign in endless day.
The Lord is risen indeed,"
He lives to die no more;
Whose curse and shame he bore.
« The Lord is risen indeed,"
This yields my soul a plea;
And satisfied for me.
“ He is not here, but is risen."--Luke xxiv. 6.
Corist, the Lord, is risen to day,
Hallelujah! Sons of men and angels say; Bear your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye heavens; and earth reply,
Lives again our glorious King,
Hallelujah! Where, 0 death! is now thy sting? Lo! he died his Church to save, Where's thy victory. O grave?