2 Last eve, by those he called his own,
Betrayed, forsaken, or denied,
He met his enemies alone,
In all their malice, rage, and pride.
3 No guile within his mouth is found, He neither threatens nor complains; Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound, Dumb 'midst his murderers he remains. 4 But hark! he prays;-'t is for his foes; He speaks; 't is comfort to his friends; Answers; and Paradise bestows;
""Tis finished!"-here the conflict ends.
5 He dies; the veil is rent in twain;
Darkness o'er all the land is spread;
High, without tempest, rolls the main,
Earth trembles, graves give up their dead.
6 "Truly, this was the Son of God!"
-Though in a servant's mean disguise,
And bruised beneath the Father's rod,
Not for himself,—for man he dies.
They shall look on Him whom they pierced."
1 BOUND upon the accursed tree,
Faint and bleeding, who is he?
By the cheek so pale and wan,
By the crown of twisted thorn,
By the side so deeply pierced,
By the baffled, burning thirst,
By the drooping, death-dewed brow,
Son of man! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!
2 Bound upon the accursed tree,
Sad and dying, who is he?
By the last and bitter cry,
The life breathed out in agony:
By the lifeless body laid
In the chamber of the dead:
Crucified! we know thee now;
Son of man! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!
3 Bound upon the accursed tree,
Dread and awful, who is he?
By the prayer for them that slew,
"Lord! they know not what they do;" ·
By the sealed and guarded cave,
By the spoiled and empty grave,
By that clear, immortal brow,
Son of God! 't is thou! 't is thou!
Christ Triumphant in Death.
1 HE dies! the friend of sinners dies!
Lo, Israel's daughters weep around;
A solemn darkness veils the skies;
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
2 Here's love and grief beyond degree;
The Lord of glory dies for men ;
But lo, what sudden joys we see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again!
3 The rising Lord forsakes the tomb;
The tomb in vain forbids his rise;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies.
4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,
And led the monster, Death, in chains.
5 Say, "Live forever, wondrous King!
Born to redeem and strong to save;'
Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting?"
And "Where's thy victory, boasting grave?"
The Crucifixion of Christ.
1 BEHOLD the Saviour on the cross,
A spectacle of woe!
See from his agonizing wounds
The blood incessant flow;
2 Till death's pale ensigns o'er his cheek
And trembling lips were spread:
Till light forsook his closing eyes,
And life his drooping head.
3 "Tis finished," was his latest voice;
These sacred accents o'er,
He bowed his head, gave up the ghost,
And suffered pain no more.
4 'Tis finished—the Messiah dies
For sins, but not his own;
The great redemption is complete,
And death is overthrown.
5 'Tis finished-ritual worship ends,
And Gospel ages run;
All old things now are past away,
A new world is begun.
"If I be lifted up from the Earth, I will draw all men
BEHOLD the amazing sight,
The Saviour lifted high!
Behold the Son of God's delight
Expire in agony !
2 For whom, for whom, my heart,
Were all these sorrows borne?
Why did he feel that piercing smart,
And meet that various scorn?
3 For love of us he bled,
And all in torture died;
"T was love that bowed his fainting head And oped his gushing side.
4 I see, and I adore,
In sympathy of love;
I feel the strong, attractive
To lift my soul above..
5 In thee our hearts unite,
Nor share thy griefs alone,
But from thy cross pursue their flight,
To thy triumphant throne.
The Resurrection of Christ.
1 HAIL the day that sees him rise,
Ravished from our wishful eyes;
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Now ascends his native heaven.
2 There the splendid triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates;
Wide unfold the radiant scene;
Take the King of glory in.
3 Him though highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though ascending to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.
4 Ever upwards let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our Lord shall come,
Longing for a heavenly home.
5 There with thee may we remain,
Partners of thine endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see,
Finding all our heaven in thee!
"He is not here, He is risen."
1 YE humble souls that seek the Lord,
Chase all your fears away;
And bow with pleasure down to see
The place where Jesus lay.
2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought,
Such wonders love can do;
Thus cold in death that bosom lay,
Which throbbed and bled for you.
3 Then raise your eyes and tune your songs, The Saviour lives again!
Not all the bolts and bars of death
The Conqueror could detain.
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