6 That mount how bright! those forms how fair! 'Tis good to dwell for ever there; Come, death, dear envoy of my God, And bear me to that blest abode. 75. L.M.-Christ's submission to his Father's will. Matt. xxvi. 42. I - FATHER divine,” the Saviour cried, While horrors pressed on every side, • Remove this bitter cup away: “ Or helpless man be left forlorn, “ And say, Thy will, not mine, be done." 3 Thus our submissive souls would bow, And, taught by Jesus, lie as low; Would say, “ Thy will, not our's, be done." 4 Then, though like him in dust we lie, We'll view the blissful moment nigh, 76. Matt. xxvi. 56. His smiles how sweet! his rays how bright! A friend of tenderness unknown; To the last breath he lov'd his own. Fled when they saw his danger near; To shield his life, or share his pains. 3 So frail is man; so frail are we, When unsupported, Lord, by thee; 4 Blest Jesus, thy own power impart And bind in cords of love my heart; 77. Christ to his murderers bare; And hung its trophies there. With his expiring breath, On those who wrought his death. 3 Then may I hope for pardon too, Though I have pierc'd the Lord, That all-prevailing word. , My tears began to flow. I would its footsteps trace; 78. C.M.-Christ sanctifying himself, that his people may be sanctified. 1 BEHOLD the bleeding Lamb of God, Our spotless sacrifice! Nail'd to the cross he dies. And whence this foul disgrace? Thy venerable face? John xvii. 19. 3 “ I sanctify myself,” he cries, “ That thou may'st holy be; “ And learn to copy me. And inbred si we mourn; Our wandering footsteps turn. To climb the heavenly hill, 79. C.M.-Christ crucified. Nail'd to the shameful tree! To bleed and die for thee. 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend, The temple's veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. 3 'Tis done; the precious ransom's paid; " Receive my soul!” he cries, See where he bows his sacred head! He bows his head and dies. 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine: 80. P.M.-The three Mountains. 1 WHEN on Sinai's top I see God descend in majesty, 2 When in ecstasy sublime, Tabor’s glorious height I climb, Darkness rushes o'er my sight. 3 When on Calvary I rest, God in flesh made manifest, Full of beauty, truth, and grace. 4 Here I would for ever stay, Weep and gaze my soul away; 81. P.M.-Gazing on the Cross. 1 SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend; From the sinner's dying friend. Mercy's streams in streams of blood, Plead and claim my peace with God. 2 Truly blessed is this station, Low before his cross to lie, Floating in his languid eye: While upon the Lamb I gaze; grace. 3 Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears his feet I'll bathe, Constant still in faith abiding, Life deriving from his death; May I still enjoy this feeling: go; 82. Sounds aloud from Calvary! " It is finish’d!” Do these charming words afford ! “ It is finish'd!" Of the ceremonial law! " It is finish'd!” Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, Join to sing the pleasing theme: Hallelujah! 83. Sons of men and angels say, |