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 conquered sin.
3 Ride on! ride on in majesty !
The angel armies 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
Awaits 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.
"The precious blood of Christ."--1 Pet. i. 19. North Coates, 436.
65.65. [ITALIAN, tr. by E. CASWALL.
LORY be to Jesus,
Who, in bitter pains,
Poured for me the life-blood
From His sacred veins !
2 Grace and life eternal
In that Blood I find;
Blest be His compassion
Infinitely kind!
8 Abel's blood for vengeance
Pleaded to the skies ;
But the Blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries.
4 Oft as it is sprinkled
On our guilty hearts,
Satan, in confusion
Terror-struck departs.
5 Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praise on high,
Angel-hosts rejoicing
Make their glad reply.
6 Lift ye then your voices;
Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still and louder
Praise His precious Blood.
"Being in an agony, He prayed more earnestly."-Luke xxii. 44.
LOW in Thine agony
Bearing Thy cross for me,
Saviour divine!
In the dark tempter's hour,
Quailing beneath his power,
Sorrowing yet more and more,
Thou dost incline.
2 O Lord of heaven and earth,
What sorrow unto death
Dost Thou sustain?
Thou dost in anguish bow:*
Thou art forsaken now:
For me this cup of woe
Thou dost now drain.
3 In deep and trembling fears,
With crying strong and tears,
Now Thou dost pray:
"If it be possible
This cup so terrible,
Father most merciful,
Take it away."
4 "Yet, Lord, Thy will be done;
Lo, I, Thy only Son,
This cup will drink."
O wondrous love of Thine,
Unspeakable, divine;
To save this soul of mine
Thou wilt not shrink.
5 Saviour, give me to share
Thy lowly will and prayer
In all my woe;
In my soul's agony
Let me resemble Thee;
An angel strengthening me,
Let me, too, know.
6 Thy soul its travail saw,
And in its heavy woe
Was satisfied.
So let my sorrow, Lord,
Fulness of joy afford,
To life and God restored,
Through Him who died.
"In the garden a new sepulchre."-John xix. 41.
OWLY kneel and softly tread
Round the Saviour's Sabbath bed;
Whatsoever grief or strife
Thou hast ever known in life,
Bring it to this garden ground,
Where His sepulchre is found.
2 And the spices well prepare,
Earnest faith and earnest prayer;
And with these in heavenly calm,
All thy worldly hopes embalm;
Lay them at thy Saviour's feet,
Shroud them in His winding-sheet.
3 Come, and on Christ's silent bed
Lay thy wearied heart and head;
All in trust and hope lay down;
Present peace and promised crown,
From the holy tomb arise
Of the living Sacrifice.
"And there was Mary Magdalene, and the other Mary, sitting over against the sepulchre."-Matt. xxvii. 61.
26 RESTING from His work to-day
In the tomb the Saviour lay;
Still He slept, from head to feet
Shrouded in the winding-sheet,
Lying in the rock alone,
Hidden by the sealed stone.
2 Late at even there was seen
Watching long the Magdalene;
Rising early, resting late,
By the sepulchre to wait,
In the holy garden glade,
Where her buried Lord was laid.
3 So with Thee, till life shall end,
I would solemn vigil spend;
Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine
In this rocky heart of mine,
Where, in pure embalmèd cell,
None but Thee may ever dwell.
4 Myrrh and spices will I bring:
True affection's offering;
Close the door from sight and sound
Of the busy world around;
And in patient watch remain
Till my Lord appear again.
"He is not here; He is risen."-Matt. xxviii. 6.
27 OH, show me not my Saviour dying,
Nor in the tomb, a captive lying,
For He has left the dead.
Then bid me not that form suspended
For my Redeemer own,
Who, to the highest heavens ascended,
In glory fills the throne.
2 Weep not for Him on Calvary dying;
Weep only for Thy sins.
Come, see the place where He was lying:
'Tis there our hope begins.
Yet stay not there, thy sorrows feeding,
Amid the scenes Ĥe trod :
Look up and see Him interceding
At the right hand of God.
3 Still in the shameful cross I glory,
Where His dear blood was spilt;
His shameful cross, set forth before me,
Hath cancelled all my guilt.
Yet what, 'mid conflict and temptation,
Shall strength and succour give?
He lives, the Captain of Salvation;
Therefore His servants live.
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