Jesus, When Thou comest and callest for me. Amen. EMILY E. 8. ELLIOTT. (3) SUFFERINGS AND DEATH 46 'There is one Mediator between God and men, the Man Christ Jesus, who gave Himself a ransom for all.' mp THERE is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all. p 2 We may not know, we cannot tell What pains He had to bear; But we believe it was for us He hung and suffered there. 47 'The Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.' POCHRIST, what burdens bowed Thy head! Our load was laid on Thee: Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead, Bearing all ill for me: A victim led, Thy blood was shed; mf Now there's no load for me. p 2 The Father lifted up His rod: O Christ, it fell on Thee! Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God; There's not one stroke for me: Thy tears, Thy blood, beneath it flowed, mf Thy bruising healeth me. p 3 The Holy One did hide His face: O Christ, 'twas hid from Thee! Pp Dumb darkness wrapt Thy soul a space, The darkness due to me: cr But now that face of radiant grace Shines forth in light on me. mp 4 For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died, And I have died in Thee! mf Thou'rt risen; my bonds are all untied; And now Thou liv'st in me: cr When purified, made white and tried, f Thy glory then for me. Amen. MRS. ANNE ROSS COUSIN. cry: mp3 He died that we might be mp O Saviour meek, pursue Thy forgiven, He died to make us good, cr That we might go at last to Heaven Saved by His precious blood. mp 4 There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin; cr He only could unlock the gate Of Heaven, and let us in. mf5Oh, dearly, dearly has Heloved! And we must love Him too; And trust in His redeeming blood, And try His works to do. Amen. MRS. CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER. road, With palms and scattered garments strewed. f2 Ride on, ride on in majesty! er O Christ, Thy triumphs now p In lowly pomp ride on to die: begin O'er captive death and conquered sin. dim The winged squadrons of the f3 Ride on, ride on in majesty! sky p Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching sacrifice. On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. mp I. WATTS. 'They crucified Him.' H come and mourn with me awhile! The Saviour calls us to His side; Oh, come, together let us mourn: pp Jesus, our Lord, is crucified! mp 2 Seven times He spoke, seven words of love; And all three hours His silence cried For mercy on the souls of men: pp Jesus, our Lord, is crucified! mp 3 0 break, O break, hard heart of mine! dim Thy weak self-love and guilty pride His Pilate and His Judas were: pp Jesus, our Lord, is crucified! mp4 A broken heart, a fount of tears, Ask, and they will not be denied; A broken heart love's dwelling is: pp Jesus, our Lord, is crucified! mf 5 O love of God! O sin of man! In this dread act your strength is tried, fAnd victory remains with love: dim Jesus, our Lord, is crucified! Amen. F. W. FABER. 52 'Christ's love constraineth us.' PT Thy blood, O Lord, was shed, HY life was given for me, er That I might ransomed be, And quickened from the dead; p Thy life was given for me; What have I given for Thee? 2 Long years were spent for me Thy glory I might know: my 3 Thy Father's home of light, For wanderings sad and lone; p Yea, all was left for me; Have I left aught for Thee? p 4 Thou, Lord, hast borne for me More than my tongue can tell Of bitterest agony, To rescue me from hell: Thou sufferedst all for me; mp 5 And Thou hast brought to me Thy pardon and Thy love; mf Great gifts Thou broughtest me; p What have I brought to Thee? mf6 0 let my life be given, My years for Thee be spent; World-fetters all be riven, And joy with suffering blent; Thou gav'st Thyself for me, cr I give myself to Thee. Amen. MISS FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL. 53 'He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities.' SACRED head now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, dim Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, Thy only crown! ? How pale art Thou with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish, Which once was bright as morn! mf 2 O Lord of life and glory, What bliss till now was Thine! I read the wondrous story, I joy to call Thee mine. Thy grief and bitter passion Were all for sinners' gain; mp Mine, mine was the transgression, But Thine the deadly pain. mf 3 What language shall I borrow cr O make me Thine for ever, p 4 Be near me, Lord, when dying; moaning, sighing, Through her soul the sword had gone! mp 2 But we have no need to borrow Motives from the mother's sorrow At our Saviour's cross to mourn. p 'Twas our sins brought Him from heaven, These the cruel nails had driven: All His griefs for us were borne. mp 3 When no eye its pity gave us, When there was no arm to save us, cr He His love and power displayed: By His stripes He wrought our healing, By His death our life revealing, He for us the ransom paid. mp 4 Jesus may Thy love constrain 'Father, forgive them.' mp JESUS, in Thy dying woes, Even while Thy life-blood Craving pardon for Thy foes! p 'To-day in Paradise.' mp 4 Jesus, pitying the sighs p 26 Oh, remember us who pine, Looking from our cross to Thine, Cheer our souls with hope divine! p Hear us, Holy Jesus. 'Woman, behold thy Son!' mp 7 Jesus, loving to the end Her whose heart Thy sorrows rend, And Thy dearest human friend, Hear us, Holy Jesus. POSAVIOUR, where shall guilty? man Find rest except in Thee? Thine was the warfare with his foe, The cross of pain, the cup of woe, cr And Thine the victory. mp 2 How came the everlasting Son, The Lord of Life, to die? Why didst Thou meet the tempter's power, p Why, Jesus, in Thy dying hour, Endure such agony? mf 3 To save us by Thy precious blood, To make us one in Thee, That ours might be Thy perfect life, Thy thorny crown, Thy cross, Thy f And ours the victory. [strife, mf 4 O make us worthy, gracious Lord, Of all Thy love to be; To Thy blest will our wills incline, p 8 May we in Thy sorrow share, And for Thee all peril dare, cr And enjoy Thy tender care! Hear us, Holy Jesus. p 2 Wrapt in the silence of the The great Redeemer lay, [tomb mp Till the revolving skies had brought The third, the appointed day. mf 3 Hell and the grave combined their force To hold our Lord in vain ; f Sudden the Conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain. f4 To Thy great name, Almighty Lord! We sacred honors pay, And loud hosannas shall proclaim The triumphs of the day. f5 Salvation and immortal praise To our victorious King! Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas, With glad hosannas ring. 6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, and is, 59 f' 'He is not here, but is risen.' CHRIST the Lord is risen to day, Sons of men, and angels, say: Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens; and, earth, reply. mp2 Love's redeeming work is done, cr Fought the fight, the battle won: mf Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er, Lo! He sets in blood no more. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; cr Christ hath burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids His rise; f Christ hath opened Paradise. 4 Lives again our glorious King; Where, O death, is now thy sting? Once He died our souls to save; Where thy victory, O grave? mf 5 Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head; Praise to Thee by both be given Amen O. WESLEY. |