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Or who describe the mental grief,
Which his blest bosom tore? 6. Low in the grave he lay,
While darkness veil'd the skies.
To glory see him rise! 7. Father! this work is thine;
For us thou gav'st thy Son.
HYMN 185. C. M.
My God, support thy Son.
leave me not alone !"
With mighty cries and tears.
And chas'd away his fears.
His throne exalted stands;
Shall bow to his commands.
His table richly spread;
HYMN 136. L. M.
The dying sorrows of our Lord.
Like one forsaken of his God.
And shook their heads, and laugh'd in scorn ; “ He rescu'd others from the grave;
Now let him try himself to save.” 3. O harden'd people ! cruel priests!
How they stood round like savage beasts!
Like lions gaping to devour,
When God had left him in their pow'r! 4. They wound his head, his hands, his feet,
'Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot his garments they divide,
And mock the pangs in which he died. 5. But, gracious God! thy pow'r and love
Have made his death a blessing prove.
Immortal honours crown his head.
And let the mourning sinner live! 'The Lord will hear us in his name; Nor shall our hope be turn'd to shame.
HYMN 137. L. M. 1. 'TWAS for our sake, eternal God,
Thy Son sustain'd that heavy load Of base reproach and sore disgrace,
And shame defil'd his sacred face. 2. The Jews, his brethren and his kin,
Abus'd him when he check'd their sin ;
They hate him, but without a cause. 3. Zeal for the temple of his God
Consum'd his life, expos'l his blood ;
He felt, and mourn'd them as his own. 4. His friends forsook, his foll’wers fled,
While foes and arms surround his head.
There hung my Lord, who died for me. 5. But God his Father heard his cry;
Rais'd from the dead, he reigns on high;
HYMN 138. C. M.
Was kindled in his breast,
He march'd before the rest!
2. Good-will to men and zeal for God
His ev'ry thought engross;
He pants to reach his cross,
And woes to us unknown,
'Twas love that urg'd him on.
Our hearts shall sound abroad
And to the rising God!
Engage our wond'ring eyes;
HYMN 139. s. M.
The Saviour lifted high!
Expire in agony !
Were all these sorrows borne ?
And meet that various scorn ? 3. For love of us be bled,
And all in torture died ;
And op'd his gushing side. 4. In sympathy of love
Let all the earth combine;
The energy divine.
Nor share his griefs alone;
HYMN 140. C M.
High as our joys arise ;
Where pleasure never dies.
How kind his smiles appear !
To ev'ry humble ear!
“ It was for you I died.
“And look into my side. 14.“ These are the wounds for you I bore,
“ The tokens of my pains,
“ From misery and chains.” 5. We give thee, Lord, our highest praise
For goodness so divine.
HYMN 141. P. M. 1. HARK: the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary ;
Shaking earth and veiled sky:
Was the dying Saviour's cry. 2. O the life, the peace, the pleasure,
Which these charming words afford ! Heav'nly blessings without measure
Flow to us through Christ the Lord. "It is finish'd !"
Let our joyful words record.
Sound aloud Immanuel's name.
Dwell on this delightful theme :
Glory to the worthy Lamb !
HYMN 142. L. M. 1.“'TIS finish?di-so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bow'd his head and died. 'Tis finishd-yes, the race is run,
The battle fought, the vict'ry won. 2. 'Tis finish'd !-all that heav'n decreed,
And all the ancient prophets said, Is now fulfill'd, as was design'd,
In thee the Saviour of mankind. 3. 'Tis finish'd !-Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore. The sacred veil is rent in twain,
And Jewish rites no more remain. 4. 'Tis finish'd !--man is reconcil'd ·
Tň God, and pow'rs of darkness spoild. Peace, love, and happiness again
Return and dwell with sinful men. 5. 'Tis finish'd !-let the joyful sound
Be heard thro' all the nations round. 'Tis finish'd let the echo fly Thro' heav'n and hell, thro' earth and sky!
HYMN 143. c. M.
With angels round the throne.
But all their joys are one.
“ To be exalted thus. “ Worthy the Lamb,” our lips reply,
For he was slain for us. 3, Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and pow'r divine;
Be, Lord! for ever thine.
And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high,
Aud speak thine endless praise !