By thy vict'ry in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's pow'r;
Jesus, look with pitying eye,
Hear our solemn litany.

2 By the purple robe of scorn,
By thy cross for sinners borne;
By thy triumph o'er the grave;
By thy pow'r from death to save;
Mighty God, ascended Lord!
To thy throne in heav'n restor❜d,
Prince and Saviour! hear the cry
Of our solemn litany.

HYMN XIX. L. M.

1 WHEN gath'ring clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few;
On Him I lean, who not in vain
Experienc'd ev'ry human pain:

He sees my griefs, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray,
From heav'nly wisdom's narrow way;
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the thing I would not do;
Still, He who felt temptation's pow'r,
Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour.

3 When vexing thoughts within me rise, And sore dismay'd my spirit dies;

When writhing on the bed of pain,
I supplicate for rest in vain;

Still, still, my soul shall think on Thee,
Thy bloody sweat and agony.

4 And oh! when I have safely past
Through ev'ry conflict but the last;
Wilt Thou, who once for me hast bled,
In all my sickness make my bed;
Then bear me to that happier shore,
Where thou shalt mark my woes no more?

1 FROM Calvary's cross, a fountain flows Of water and of blood,

More healing than Bethesda's pool,
Or fam'd Siloam's flood.

2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may sinners vile as he,
Wash all their guilt away.

3 Ne'er shall that fountain's sacred stream Lose its all-cleansing pow'r,

Till the whole ransom'd Church of God
Be sav'd, to sin no more.

4 Jesus! the virtue of thy blood
To all our souls apply;

Grant that to Thee we henceforth live,
Grant that to sin we die:-

5 Till, spotless plac'd at thy right hand,
Safe in the realms above,

We cast our crowns before thy throne,
And sing thy boundless love.

HYMN XXI. C. M.

1 COME let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "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;

And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.

5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name

Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

HYMN XXII.

1 NOT all the blood of beasts

On Jewish alters slain,

S. M.

Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain. 2 But Christ the heav'nly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler Name, And richer blood than they.

3 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his heav'nly love.

Easter.

HYMN XXIII.

C. M.

1 THIS day be grateful homage paid,
And loud Hosannahs sung:

Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,
And praise on ev'ry tongue.

2 O what a night was that which wrap'd The heathen world in gloom!

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O what a Sun, which broke this day
Refulgent from the tomb!

3 Ten thousand diff'rent tongues shall join To hail this welcome morn,

Which scatters blessings from its beams On nations yet unborn.

1 JESUS CHRIST is ris'n to day--Hallelujah!
Our triumphant holy-day;
Who did once upon the cross
Suffer to redeem our loss.

2 Hymns of praise then let us sing,
Unto Christ, our Heav'nly King;
Who endur'd the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.

3 But the pains which He endur'd
Our salvation have procur'd;
Now He reigns triumphant King,
Where the angels ever sing-Hallelujah!

1 HAIL the day that sees Him rise,

Glorious to his native skies!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,

Enters now the highest heaven.