5 To thee before thy passion
They sang their hymns of praise:
To thee, now high exalted,
Our melody we raise.
6 Thou didst accept their praises;
Accept the prayers we bring,
Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King."
161 Thy king cometh unto thee: he is just and having [L.M. salvation.-Zech. ix. 9.
1 RIDE on, ride on in majesty ;
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry :
O Saviour meek, pursue thy road,
With palms and scatter'd garments strow'd.
2 Ride on, ride on in majesty;
In lowly pomp ride on to die :
O Christ, thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquer'd sin.
3 Ride on, ride on in majesty ;
The winged squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching sacrifice.
4 Ride on, ride on in majesty;
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on his sapphire throne
Expects his own anointed Son.
5 Ride on, ride on in majesty ;
In lowly pomp ride on to die:
Bow thy meek head to mortal pain;
Then take, O God, thy power, and reign.
162 These are they which follow the Lamb, whither [C.M, soever he goeth.-Rev. xiv. 4.
1 A PILGRIM through this lonely world,
The blessed Saviour pass'd;
A mourner all his life was he,
A dying Lamb at last.
2 That tender heart, that felt for all,
For all its life-blood gave;
It found on earth no resting-place,
Save only in the grave.
3 Such was our Lord-and shall we fear
The cross, with all its scorn?
Or love a faithless evil world,
That wreath'd his brow with thorn?
4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like him obedient still,
We homeward press through storm or calm
To Zion's blessed hill.
5 In tents we dwell amid the waste,
Nor turn aside to roam
In folly's paths, nor seek our rest
Where Jesus had no home.
6 Dead to the world with him who died
To win our hearts, our love,
We, risen with our risen Head,
In spirit dwell above.
Behold the Lamb of God.--John i. 36.
1 BEHOLD the Lamb of God, who bore
Thy burdens on the tree;
He died the captives to restore,
His blood was shed for thee.
2 Look to him, till the sight endears
The Saviour to thy heart;
His pierced feet bedew with tears,
Nor from his cross depart.
3 Look to him, till his dying love
Thy every thought control;
Its vast constraining influence prove
O'er body, spirit, soul.
4 Look to him, as the race you run,
Your never-failing friend;
He will complete the work begun,
And grace in glory end.
164 The fellowship of his sufferings.-Phil. iii. 10. [SIX 7s. 1 Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel the tempter's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of life arraign'd;
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the pangs his soul sustain'd!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb :
There, adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete.
It is finish'd, hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb
Where they laid his breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom;
Who hath taken him away?
Christ is risen: he meets our eyes ;
Saviour, teach us so to rise.*
165 He shall bear their iniquities.—Isa. liii. 11. [D. 8s. 7s. 1 GREAT High Priest, we see thee stooping, With our names upon thy breast;
In the garden groaning, drooping,
To the ground with horrors prest:
Wondering angels stood confounded,
To behold their Maker thus;
And can we remain unwounded,
When we know 'twas all for us?
2 Nothing but thy blood, O Jesus,
Can our wayward souls convert;
Nothing else from guilt release us,
Nothing else can melt the heart :
Law and terrors do but harden,
All the while they work alone;
But the sense of blood-bought pardon
Can dissolve a heart of stone.
3 Jesus, all our consolations
Flow from thee, the sovereign good;
Love, and faith, and hope, and patience,
All are purchased by thy blood:
From thy fulness we receive them;
We have nothing of our own:
Freely thou delight'st to give them
To the needy who have none."
Christ, our passover, is sacrificed for us.
1 Cor. v. 7
1 SEE the destined day arise,
See a willing sacrifice ;
Jesus, to redeem our loss,
Hangs upon the shameful cross.
2 Jesu, who but thou had borne,
Lifted on that tree of scorn,
Every pang and bitter throe,
Finishing thy life of woe?
3 Who but thou had dared to drain,
Steep'd in gall, the cup of pain;
And with tender body bear
Thorns, and nails, and piercing spear?
4 Thence the cleansing water flow'd,
Mingled from thy side with blood;
Sign to all attesting eyes
Of the finish'd sacrifice.
5 Holy Jesu, grant us grace
In that sacrifice to place
All our trust for life renew'd,
Pardon'd sin, and promised good.
167 God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross [L.M. of our Lord Jesus Christ.-Gal. vi. 14.
1 WHEN I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God
;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
The preaching of the cross is unto us who are [L.M.
saved the power of God.-1 Cor. i. 18.
1 WE sing the praise of him who died,
Of him who died upon the cross:
The sinner's hope let men deride :
For this we count the world but loss.
2 Inscribed upon the cross we see
In shining letters, God is love:
He bears our sins upon the tree:
He brings us mercy from above.
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