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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 blessèd 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.


183 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 piercèd 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. [Sıx 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.k

185 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. [78.

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 cross :

168 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

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

the tree:
He brings us mercy from above.


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