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COMMEMORATES OUR LORD'S SUFFERINGS.

(Appropriate Psalms.)

[38 Part ii. 53. 69 Part ii. 109.]

70 C. M.

Jesus in Gethsemane.

1 DARK was the night, and cold the ground, On which the Lord was laid;

His sweat like drops of blood ran down,
In agony he pray'd.

2 "Father! remove this bitter cup,
"If such thy sacred will;
"If not, content to drink it up,
"Thy pleasure I fulfil."

3 Go to the garden, sinner! see
Those precious drops that flow,
The heavy load he bears for thee;
For thee he lies so low.

4 Then learn of him the cross to bear,
Thy Father's will obey;

And when temptations sore draw near,
Awake to watch and pray.

Jesu's Prayer in Gethsemane.

1 "FATHER Divine," the Saviour cried,
While horrors press'd on every side,
And prostrate on the ground he lay,
"Remove this bitter cup away.

2 But if these pangs must still be borne,
Or helpless man be left forlorn;

I bow my soul before thy throne, And say, thy will, not mine, be done." 3 Thus our submissive souls would bow, And, taught by Jesus, lie as low: Our hearts, and not our lips alone, Would say, "Thy will, not our's, be done." 4 Then tho', like him, in dust we lie, We'll view the blissful moment nigh, Which, from our portion in his pains, Calls to the joy in which he reigns.

1 BEHOLD the man! how glorious he!
Before his foes he stands unaw'd;
And, without wrong or blasphemy,
He claims equality with God.

2 Behold the man! by all condemn'd,
Assaulted by a host of foes;

His person and his claims contemn'd,
A man of sorrows and of woes.

3 Behold the man! he stands alone,
His foes are ready to devour;
Not one of all his friends will own
Their Master in this trying hour.
4 Behold the man! he knew no sin,

Yet justice smites him with her sword:
He bears the stroke that else had been
The sinner's portion from the Lord.
5 Behold the man! tho' scorn'd below,
He bears the greatest name above;
The angels at his footstool bow,
And all his royal claims approve.

The Wonders of Redemption.

1 AND did the holy and the just, The sov'reign of the skies,

Stoop down to wretchedness and dust,
That guilty worms might rise?

2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne,
His radiant throne on high,
(Surprising mercy! love unknown!)
To suffer, bleed, and die.

3 To dwell with misery below,
The Saviour left the skies;
And sunk to wretchedness and woe,
That worthless man might rise.

4 He took the dying traitor's place,
And suffer'd in his stead;
For man, Oh miracle of grace!
For man the Saviour bled.

5 O Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell,
In thine atoning blood!

By this are sinners snatch'd from hell,
And rebels brought to God.

The humiliation of Christ.

1 LIKE wand'ring sheep we all had stray'd, And left the fold of God:

On Christ were our transgressions laid;
He bore the mighty load.

2 Th' afflicted shepherd 'midst his foes,
In patient silence stood,
Submissive as the peaceful lamb,
When brought to shed his blood.

3 Man deem'd him as condemn'd of heav'n, An outcast from his God;

For human sin he groan'd and bled
Beneath his father's rod.

4 His sacred blood hath wash'd our souls,
From sin's polluting stain;
His stripes our healing were, that we
Might peace with God regain.

GOOD FRIDAY,

SO CALLED FROM THE GOOD EFFECTS OF OUR SAVIOUR'S DEATH ON THE CROSS, WHEREBY HE HAS ATONED FOR OUR SINS, AND OBTAINED FOR US ETERNAL REDEMPTION.

(Appropriate Psalms.)

[22 Parti. 40 Part ii. 69 Part i. 88.]
75 L. M.

The passion of Christ.

1 THE morning dawns upon the place Where Jesus spent the night in prayer: Sorrows unknown have marr'd his face, No form nor comeliness is there.

2 See him by those he call'd his own, Betray'd, forsaken, or denied;

To judgment brought, he stands aloneArraign'd, condemned, and belied. 3 He bears their buffeting and scorn, Mock homage of the lip and and knee, The purple robe the crown of thorn, The scourge, the nail, th' accursed tree.

4 He dies: the veil is rent in twain, Darkness o'er all the land is spread; In ev'ry bosom terrors reign;

Earth quakes; the graves give up the dead.

5 "Truly this was the Son of God!"
To him let sinners turn their eyes;
Now bruis,d beneath his Father's rod,
Not for himself-for man he dies.

Godly sorrow for Christ's sufferings.
1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for sins that I had done,
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When God, the mighty Maker, died,
For man the creature's sin.

4 So be my boastings silenc'd too,
And humbled be my pride;

When faith holds out before my
The Saviour crucified.

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5 Tho' neither tears nor zeal can pay The debt of love I owe;

Yet, Lord, I give myself away; 'Tis all that I can do.