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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,
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;
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,
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:
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;
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:
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:
Sons of men and angels say,