Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow,
Our words are lost, nor will we know,
Nor will we think of aught beside,
"My Lord, my Love is crucified."

From the German. Tr. by J. Wesley.

How low he stooped, how high he rose,
And rose to stoop no more.

Benjamin Beddome.

Bring to my remembrance
Sad Gethsemane,
Or in darker semblance,
Cross-crowned Calvary.

James Montgomery.

Thy offering still continues new;
Thy vesture keeps its crimson hue;
Thou art the ever-slaughtered Lamb,
Thy priesthood still remains the same,
Thy years, O Lord, can never fail;
Thy goodness is unchangeable.

Charles Wesley.

I, I alone have done the deed;

'Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn;
My sins have caused thee, Lord, to bleed,
Pointed the nail, and fixed the thorn.
Paul Gerhardt.

In the cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time;

All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

John Bowring.

Before the cross of him who died,
Behold, I prostrate fall;
Let every sin be crucified,
Let Christ be All in All.

Matthew Bridges.

The foxes found rest, and the birds their nest
In shade of the forest tree;

But thy couch was the sod, O thou Son of God,
In the deserts of Galilee.

Emily E. S. Elliott.

People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song,
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.
Isaac Watts.

O the height of Jesus' love!
Higher than the heavens above,
Deeper than the depths of sea,
Lasting as eternity.
McComb.

One there is, above all others,

Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end.
John Newton.

Kingdom of heaven! whose dawn began
With love's divine, incarnate breath,

Our hearts are slow to understand
The lessons of that life and death.

Emily H. Miller.

Though love wax cold, and faith be dim, "This is my Son, O hear ye him." Arthur P. Stanley.

Angels now are hovering round us,
Unperceived amid the throng;
Wondering at the love that crowned us,
Glad to join the holy song:
Hallelujah,

Love and praise to Christ belong!

Thomas Olivers.

For the beauty of the earth,
For the beauty of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies,-

Christ our God, to thee we raise

This our hymn of grateful praise.
Folliott S. Pierpont.

Like some bright dream that comes unsought, When slumbers o'er me roll,

Thine image ever fills my thought,

And charms my ravished soul.
Ray Palmer.

His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice;

His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice.
John Newton.

Help, ye bright angelic spirits;
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits;
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.
John Bakewell.

We faintly hear, we dimly see,
In differing phrase we pray;
But, dim or clear, we own in thee
The Light, the Truth, the Way!
John G. Whittier.

O Jesus, thou the beauty art
Of angel-worlds above;

Thy name is music to the heart,
Inflaming it with love.

Benard of Clairvaux.

Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
'Tis midnight with my soul till he,
Bright Morning-Star, bid darkness flee.
Joseph Grigg.

Tuned by thee in sweet accord,
All shall sing their gracious Lord;
Love, the leader of the choir,
Breathing round her seraph fire.

William A. Muhlenberg.

O if once thy smile divine

Ceased upon my soul to shine,

What were earth or heaven to me?

Whom have I in each but thee.

Robert Grant.

Through him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame;

The last low whispers of our dead

Are burdened with his name.

John G. Whittier.

Where cross the crowded ways of life,
Where sound the cries of race and clan,

Above the noise of selfish strife,

We hear thy voice, O Son of Man!

F. Mason North.

Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if thou be near:
O may no earthborn cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
John Keble.

Ride forth, victorious Conqueror, ride, Till all thy foes submit,

And all the powers of hell resign

Their trophies at thy feet.

A. C. Hobart Seymour.

Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea. St. Stephen.

Since the day I called thee mine,
Since the answer, "I am thine,'
Sweetly have I walked between
Waters still and pastures green.
Soft thine hand upon my brow,
I the sheep-the shepherd thou.
George Duffield.

Bread of life;

Christ, by whom alone we live;
Bread, that came to us from heaven;
My poor soul can never thrive,
Unless thou appease its craving;
O, it hungers only after thee;-
Feed thou me!

James Montgomery.