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5 But in that dark tremendous hour
Unconquer'd faith exerts its power;
And heaven the endearing name avow'd.
him for his cross a throne; Triumphant there the sufferer reigns,
And reaps the harvest of his pains. 7 Eternal raptures there are known;
Nor flows the joy on him alone,
CXCIII. The sume. Matthew xxvii. 46.
For me send forth that bitter cry?
Prepard at thy command to die. ? By all thine anguish on the cross,
When God thy Father stood afar,
Thy church is brought for ever near. 3 From far the beamings of thy throne
Reviv'd my sympathizing heart;
Mine in thy joys must take its part.
Think on the sorrows thou hast felt;
For whom thy precious blood was spilt.
Dart to my soul a cheering ray;
Thy power, as Lord of life, display.
Matthew xxviii. 5, 6.
The place where Jesus lay.
Such wonders love can do ;
Which throbb'd, and bled for you.
3 A moment give a loose to grief;
Let grateful sorrows rise,
With torrents from your eyes.
The Saviour lives again;
The conqueror could detain.
His once dishonour'd head;
Who dwelt among the dead.
His empty tomb survey;
Through all his shining way.
Matthew xxviji. 20.
Unmov'd his power and love remains;
With his perpetual presence blest.
O'er the first heroes of his host;
But an immortal leader boast.
Led the sweet anthems to his name;
The ever-present Saviour's fame.
And croud the temples of his grace :
3 Y 2
CXCVI. Departed Saints asleep. Mark v. 39.
these torrents of distress ?”
The gentle Saviour cries,
“ With unbelieving eyes?
• A friend of Christ is slain ;
“ A lasting power retain.
« The slumbers to awake;
" And all its bonds shall break.
“ They rise to sleep no more;
“ To endless day they soar.
And, though fond nature weep,
And emulate their sleep.
With them to rest and praise ;
These separating days. CXCVII. The Struggle between Faith and Unbelief. Mark ix. 24. 1 JESUS, our soul's delightful choice,
In thee believing we rejoice;
While faith contends with unbelief.
And keep our fainting hopes alive;
And hide the promise from our eyes.
While saints lie mourning in the dust;
Which thy own gracious hand hath wrought.
Reveal the glories of thy name;
CXCVIII. Christ's condescending Regurd to little Children.
Mark x. 14.
With all-engaging charms;
And folds them in his arms!
“ Nor scorn their humble name;
“ The Lord of angels came."
And yield them up to thee;
Thine let our offspring be.
Ye children, seek his face ;
The blessings of his grace.
Thy guardian-care we trust:
If weeping o'er their dust.
And view the threatening scene :
And treachery lurks within.
These enemies assail ;
If their attempts prevail.
Behold thy master near ;
With vigour and with fear.
surely come, And opening day, or closing night May bear me to my
Yet like a dream it flies,
From these deluded eyes.
CC. The Nativity of Christ. Luke ii. 10–12.
Hail, virgin's wondrous Son
Of grace ador'd.
And boast your crowns no more ;
Where Jesus dwells,
Your pomp excels.
The angels bow their head;
They knew, that where
Heaven's court is there.
And early homage pay
I kiss thy feet;
CCI. The Angel's Song at Christ's Birth. Luke ii. 13, 14. 1 HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes,
And join the angelic throng;
To awake a cheerful song.
And peace on earth is given ;
With messages from heaven.