5 And now that Thou dost reign on high, And thence Thy waiting people bless, No ray of glory from the sky

Doth shine upon our wilderness;
But we believe Thy faithful word,
And trust in our redeeming Lord.

6.6.10.

144 He humbled himself and became

1

obedient unto death.-Phil. 2. 8. HOU, who didst stoop below To drain the cup of woe,

THO

And wear the form of frail mortality,

Thy blessed labours done,

Thy crown of victory won,

Hast passed from earth,-passed to Thy home on high.

2 It was no path of flowers,

Through this dark world of ours, Beloved of the Father, Thou didst tread: And shall we in dismay,

Shrink from the narrow way,

When clouds and darkness are around it spread?

3

O Thou, who art our Life,

Be with us through the strife;

Thine own meek head by rudest storms was bowed;

Raise Thou our eyes above
To see a Father's love,

[cloud.

Beam, like a bow of promise, through the E'en through the awful gloom, Which hovers o'er the tomb,

4

[be;

That light of love our guiding star shall
Our spirits shall not dread
The shadowy way to tread,

Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to Thee.

C.M.

145 He stedfastly set His face to go to

1 THE

Jerusalem.-Luke 9, 51.

HE Saviour, what a noble flame
Was kindled in His breast,

When, hasting to Jerusalem,
He marched before the rest!

2 Goodwill to man and zeal for God
His every thought engross;
He longs to be baptized in blood,
He pants to reach the cross.

With all His sufferings full in view,
And woes to us unknown,

Forth to the task His spirit flew :
"Twas love that urged Him on.

4 Lord, while Thy matchless sorrows here
Engage our wondering eyes;

Teach us our lighter cross to bear
And hasten to the skies.

146

1

C.M.

Seen of angels.-1 Tim. 3, 16.
EYOND the glittering starry skies,
Far as the eternal hills,

BEYON

There, in the boundless world of light,
Our dear Redeemer dwells.

2 Immortal angels, bright and fair,
In countless armies shine;
Before Him, in transported lays,
They offer songs divine.

3 "Hail, Prince!" they cry, "for ever hail! Whose unexampled love

Moved Thee to quit these glorious realms,

And royalties above."

4 And whilst He stooped on earth to dwell. And suffer rude disdain;

They east their honours at His feet,
And waited in His train.

3 In all His toils and dangerous paths
They did His steps attend;

Oft paused, and wondered how at last,
The scene of love would end.

6 As on the torturing tree He hung,
And darkness veiled the sky,

Amazed, they saw that awful sight,
The Lord of glory die!

7 They saw Him burst the gates of death,
And quell the tyrant's power;
And when the Conqueror arose,
They hailed the blessed hour.

8 They thronged His chariot up the skies. And bore Him to His throne; (cried, Then swept their golden harps, and "The glorious work is done!"

THE DEATH OF CHRIST.

(See also LORD'S SUPPER.)

L.M.

147 Having made peace through the

blood of His cross.-Col. 1, 20.

1 NATURE with open volume stands, To spread her Maker's praise abroad;

And every labour of His hands Shows something worthy of a God. 2 But, in the grace that rescued man, His brightest form of glory shines; Here, on the cross, tis fairest drawn, With precious blood, in crimson lines. 3 Here His whole Name appears complete;

Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove, Which of the letters best is writ, The power, the wisdom, or the love. 4 Oh, the sweet wonders of that cross, Where God the Saviour loved and died! Her noblest life my spirit draws

From His dear wounds and bleeding

side.

5 I would for ever speak His name
In sounds to mortal ears unknown;
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at His Father's throne.

148 Christ suffered, the just for the

1

unjust.-1 Pet. 3, 18.

Asovereign of the skies,

ND did the Holy and the Just,

Stoop down to wretchedness and dust
That sinners lost might rise ?

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

3 He took the dying traitor's place,
And suffered in his stead;
For man, O miracle of grace!
For man the Saviour bled!

4 Jesus! my soul adoring bends
To love so full, so free:

And may I hope that love extends
Its saving power to me?

What glad return can I impart
For favours so divine?

O take my all-this worthless heart,
And make it only Thine.

C.M.

149 The Lord hath laid on Him the

1

THEO

iniquity of us all.-Isa. 53, 6.

HE Saviour comes; no outward pomp

Bespeaks His presence nigh,

No earthly beauty shines in Him
To draw the carnal eye.

2 Rejected and despised of men,
Behold a Man of woe!

Grief was His heavy burden here,
Through all His life below.

3 Yet all the griefs He felt were ours,
And ours the woes He bore;

Pangs, not His own, His spotless soul With bitter anguish tore.

4 His sacred blood hath washed our souls From sin's polluting stain;

His stripes have healed us, and His death Revived our souls again.

5 All we like sheep had gone astray In ruin's fatal road:

On Him were man's transgressions laid; He bore the mighty load.

6 He died to bear the guilt of men,
That sin might be forgiven;

He lives to bless them, and defend,
And plead their cause in Heaven.
7 O God the Son, who lowly came
Lost sinners to restore,
All glory to Thy holy name,
All glory evermore.

C.M.

150 He hath made Him to be sin for us,

who knew no sin.-2 Cor. 5, 21. and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a wretch as I?

ALAS! and did no si

2 Was it for crimes that I have done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

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

When the Incarnate Maker died
For man, His creature's, sin.

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While His dear cross appears:
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
O Lord, I give myself away!
Tis all that I can do.

G.M.

151 He said, It is finished.--John 19,

30.

1ISING my Saviour's wondrous death;

He conquered when He fell :
Tis finished! said His dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.

2 Tis finished! our Immanuel cries;
The dreadful work is done:

Hence shall His sovereign throne arise,

His kingdom is begun.

3 His cross a sure foundation laid For glory and renown,

When, through the regions of the dead,

He passed to reach the crown.

4 Exalted at His Father's side
Sits our victorious Lord;

To heaven and hell His hands divide
The vengeance or reward.

L