Thou hast forgiv'n thy people's crimes
And wash'd away their sin,

From thy fierce anger turn'd betimes,
And rein'd thy vengeance in.

Turn us, O God that savest us!
And bid thine anger cease:
Wilt Thou in wrath be ever thus,
Nor smile on us in peace?

O wilt thou not thy work revive,
That we may joy in Thee?
Yea, Lord, thy constant mercy give,
And thy salvation free.

Sunday next before Easter.

HYMN XXXIII.

GLORY of thy Father's face,
Fountain deep of Love and Grace,
Who, Lord, can repay Thee thus,
As Thou gav'st Thyself for us?

What to Thee shall we reply,
Who for us didst bleed and die,
When Thou shalt the question make,
"What have ye done for My sake?"

Hard in heart, in action weak,
Lord, thy grace divine we seek :
Set us from our bondage free;
Draw us, and we follow Thee.

PSALM CXXV.

WHO place on Sion's God their trust,
Like Sion's rock shall stand;
Like her immoveably be fix'd
By his Almighty hand.

Look how the hills on every side
Jerusalem inclose;

So stands the Lord around his saints,
To guard them from their foes.

All those who walk in crooked paths,
The Lord shall soon destroy ;
Cut off th' unjust, but crown the saints
With lasting peace and joy.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore;

Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore,

Good Friday.

HYMN XXXIV.

HAIL that head with sorrows bowing, Crown'd with thorns, with anguish flowing; And that body pierced and shaken,

Mock'd of man, of God forsaken,

Marr'd beyond the sons of men;

By thy death of life the giver,
When we suffer, O deliver!
In our sorrow and our weakness,
Thou who didst prevail by meekness,
Think upon thy woes again!

When the hour of death is near us,
Be thou present, Lord, to cheer us:
In that time of fear and sadness
Tarry not, our help and gladness,
Saviour of the sons of men!

When our latest breath is failing,

Be thy Spirit all-prevailing:

When the tempter's wiles shall prove us,

Show thy sacred sign above us,

Hold us, save us, free us then!

HYMN XXXV.

CLEFT are the rocks, the earth doth quake,
The slumberers of the grave awake;

The temple's veil is rent in twain:
For Christ our sacrifice is slain,
And bears of sin and death the pain.

Lo! nature's face of beaming light
She veils in darkness at the sight
Of Him, her God, the Crucified:
'Tis man alone that dares deride
The Saviour who for him hath died.

The Mighty One, the Son of God,
Hath humbly kiss'd affliction's rod,
That by his stripes we might be heal'd,
Our pardon by his blood be seal'd,
And boundless mercy stand reveal'd.

Oh let us cast each vice away
Which thus the Son of God could slay!
With contrite heart and weeping eye
Behold the Saviour's cross on high,
And ev'ry sin and folly fly!

So may we join the song of love
Which saints and angels sing above:
All honour, glory, praise to Thee,
Which wert, and art, and art to be,
The Lamb, slain from eternity!

Easter Even.

PSALM XVI.

I STRIVE each action to approve
To his all-seeing eye;

No danger shall my hopes remove,
Because He still is nigh.

Therefore my heart all grief defies,
My glory does rejoice;

My flesh shall rest, in hope to rise,
Wak'd by his pow'rful voice.

Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath,
My soul from hell shalt free,

Nor let thy holy one in death
The least corruption see.

Thou shalt the paths of life display,
Which to thy presence lead :
Where pleasures dwell without allay,
And joys that never fade.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom we adore;

Be glory, as it was, is now,

And shall be evermore.