3 Why that blood his raiment staining? 'Tis the blood of many slain; Of his foes there's none remaining, None, the contest to maintain: Fall'n they are, no more to rise, All their glory prostrate lies. 4 Mighty Victor! reign for ever, Wear the crown so dearly won; Never shall thy people, never, Cease to sing what thou hast done: Thou hast fought thy people's foes; Thou hast heal'd thy people's woes. WHE HYMN 62. L. M. HEN I survey the wondrous 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: All the vain things that charm me most, 1 sacrifice them to thy blood. 3 See! from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down: Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, ВЕНО HYMN 63. C. M. OEHOLD the Saviour of mankind 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, 3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid; See where he bows his sacred head! 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine; O Lamb of God, was ever pain, Was ever love like thine! HYMN 64. C. M. MY Saviour hanging on the tree, In agonies and blood, Methought once turn'd his eyes on me, As near his cross I stood. 2 Sure, never till my latest breath Can I forget that look ; It seem'd to charge me with his death, Though not a word he spoke. 3 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt, And plunged me in despair; I saw my sins his blood had spilt, 4 Alas! I knew not what I did; But now my tears are vain: 5 A second look he gave, which said, This blood is for thy ransom paid, I die that thou may'st live." 6 Thus, while his death my sin displays FRO HYMN 65. C. M. ROM whence these direful omens round, Which heaven and earth amaze? 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 the Infinite? 'tis He, My Saviour and my God! 4 For me these pangs his soul assail, 5 Let sin no more my soul enslave, O save me, whom thou cam'st to save, 3 'Tis finish'd: Aaron now no more Must stain his robes with purple gore: 4 'Tis finish'd: this my dying groan, 5 'Tis finish'd: heaven is reconciled, 6 'Tis finish'd let the joyful sound HIGH HYMN 67. L. M. For the Jews. IGH on the bending willows hung, Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string? Still mute remains the sullen tongue, And Sion's song denies to sing? 2 Awake! thy loudest raptures raise, Let harp and voice unite their strains: Thy promised King his sceptre sways; Behold, thy own Messiah reigns. 3 By foreign streams no longer roam, And, weeping, think on Jordan's flood; In every clime behold a home; In every temple see thy God. 4 No taunting foes the song require; No strangers mock thy captive chain; Thy friends provoke the silent lyre, And brethren ask the holy strain. 5 Then why on bending willows hung, Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string? Why mute remains the sullen tongue, And Sion's song delays to sing? Shall die no more; death shall on him 4 For that he died, 'twas for our sins 5 So count yourselves as dead to sin, CH HYMN 69. III. 1. HRIST the Lord is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say: Raise your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the victory won: Jesus' agony is o'er, Darkness veils the earth no more. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal. Christ has burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids him rise, Christ hath open'd paradise. 4 Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head; Made like him, like him we rise; HYMN 70. L. M. YE faithful souls who Jesus know, If risen indeed with him ye are, Superior to the joys below, His resurrection's power declare : 2 Your faith by holy tempers prove, 4 To him continually aspire, Contending for your destined place, HYMN 71. C. M. 1 Cor. xv. 20, 21, 22.-Col. iii. 1. CHRIST from the dead is raised, and made The First-Fruits of the tomb; For, as by man came death, by man 2 For, as in Adam all mankind Did guilt and death derive; 3 If then ye risen are with Christ, Seek only how to get The things which are above, where Christ At God's right hand is set. HE ASCENSION. HYMN 72. L. M. E dies, the Friend of sinners dies: Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness veils the skies; A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 2 Ye saints, approach, the anguish view For you he sheds his precious blood. 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb; And shout him welcome to the skies. 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliverer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the tyrant death in chains. 6 Say, "Live for ever, glorious King, Born to redeem, instruct, and save!" Then ask-"O death, where is thy sting? And where thy victory, O grave ?" HYMN 73. L. M. UR Lord is risen from the dead, QUE Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay: "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, Ye everlasting doors, give way." 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radiant scene; 4 "Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay, "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, Ye everlasting doors, give way." 6"Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord of boundless power possess'd, The King of saints and angels too, God over all, for ever bless'd. WHIT-SUNDAY. HYMN 74. C. M. OME, Holy Ghost, Creator come, Co Inspire these souls of thine; 2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift And unction from above. 3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st God's law in each true heart; The promise of the Father, thou Dost heavenly speech impart. 4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they 5 Drive far from us the mortal foe, 6 Teach us the Father to confess, HYMN 75. C. M. OME, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, COME, With all thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 See how we grovel here below, 3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs, 4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours. 4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son, Mysterious Godhead, Three in One! Before thy throne we sinners bend; Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. HYMN 79. II. 4. WE give immortal praise To God the Father's love, Eternal Son To die for sins That man had done. 2 To God the Son belongs And now he reigns, 3 To God the Spirit, praise 4 Almighty God, to thee Be endless honours done; And love adores. FAST-DAY. HYMN 80. C. M. ALMIGHTY Lord, before thy throne Thy mourning people bend: 'Tis on thy pardoning grace alone, Our prostrate hopes depend. 2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand, Thy dreadful power display; Yet mercy spares our guilty land, 3 How changed, alas! are truths divine, 4 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, Then shall our hearts obey thy word, 5 Then, should oppressing foes invade, When God, our God, is near. HYMN 81. III. 3. DREAD Jehovah, God of nations, From thy temple in the skies, Now for their deliverance rise: 2 Lo! with deep contrition turning, Humbly at thy feet we bend; 3 Though our sins, our hearts confounding, 2 All the blessings of the fields, 3 Clouds that drop their fattening dews 4 Peace, prosperity, and health, PART II. III. 2. 5 YET, should rising whirlwinds tear 6 Should thine alter'd hand restrain From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts. FO 4 Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear, And let our trust be firm and strong, Till thy salvation shall appear, And hymns of peace conclude our song. HYMN 84. C. M. 2 When in the bosom of the earth Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth, 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine, The plants in beauty grew; Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine, 4 These various mercies from above |