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5 But in that dark tremendous hour

Unconquer'd faith exerts its power;
My God, my Father, cried aloud,

And heaven the endearing name avow'd.
6 From death, from earth, he rais'd his Son,

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,
But for his sake the Lord hath swore,
To leave the meanest saint no more.

CXCIII. The sume. Matthew xxvii. 46.
I MY Saviour, didst thou die for me?

For me send forth that bitter cry?
With bleeding heart thy wounds I see,

Prepard at thy command to die. ? By all thine anguish on the cross,

When God thy Father stood afar,
Rich in thy temporary loss,

Thy church is brought for ever near. 3 From far the beamings of thy throne

Reviv'd my sympathizing heart;
Thy love made sinner's griefs thy own,

Mine in thy joys must take its part.
4 'Midst all the splendors of thy reign,

Think on the sorrows thou hast felt;
Nor let a mourner weep in vain,

For whom thy precious blood was spilt.
5. While through earth's darkest gloom I tread,

Dart to my soul a cheering ray;
And on the confines of the dead,

Thy power, as Lord of life, display.
CXCIV. The Angel's Reply to the Women, that sought Christ.

Matthew xxviii. 5, 6.
1 YE humble souls, that seek the Lord,
Chase all your


away :
And bow with pleasure down to see

The place where Jesus lay.
2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought;

Such wonders love can do ;
Thus cold in death that bosom lay,

Which throbb'd, and bled for you.

3 A moment give a loose to grief;

Let grateful sorrows rise,
And wash the bloody stains away

With torrents from your eyes.
4. Then raise your eyes, and tune your songs,

The Saviour lives again;
Not all the bolts and bars of death

The conqueror could detain.
5 High o'er the angelic bands he rears

His once dishonour'd head;
And through unnumber'd years he reigns,

Who dwelt among the dead.
6 With joy like his shall every saint

His empty tomb survey;
Then rise with his ascending Lord

Through all his shining way.
CXCV. Christ ever present with his Ministers and Churches.

Matthew xxviji. 20.
1 WIDE o'er all worlds the Saviour reigns ;

Unmov'd his power and love remains;
And on his arm his church shall rest.
Fair Zion, joyful in her King,
Through every changing age shall sing,

With his perpetual presence blest.
2 Tyrannic death, in vain thy rage,
Thy triumphs new in every age,

O'er the first heroes of his host;
Conscious of more than mortal aid,
Our bleeding hearts are not dismay'd,

But an immortal leader boast.
3 Though buried deep in dust they lie,
Whose tuneful voices rais'd on high

Led the sweet anthems to his name;
The children learn the fathers song,
And unform'd tongues shall still prolong

The ever-present Saviour's fame.
4 The present Saviour, he shall give
Millions of future live,

And croud the temples of his grace :
The present Saviour, lo, he comes
To call whole legions from their tombs,
And teach their dust sublimer praise.

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CXCVI. Departed Saints asleep. Mark v. 39.
WHY flow

these torrents of distress ?”

The gentle Saviour cries,
“ Why are my sleeping saints survey'd

“ With unbelieving eyes?
2 “ Death's feeble arm shall never boast,

• A friend of Christ is slain ;
“ Nor o'er their meaner part in dust

A lasting power retain.
3 “ I come, on wings of love I come,

« The slumbers to awake;
“ My voice shall reach the deepest tomb,

" And all its bonds shall break.
4 " Touch'd by my hand in smiles they rise ;

“ They rise to sleep no more;
“ But rob’d with light, and crown'd with joy

“ To endless day they soar.
5 Jesus, our faith receives thy word;

And, though fond nature weep,
Grace learns to hail the pious dead,

And emulate their sleep.
6 Our willing souls thy summons wait

With them to rest and praise ;
So let thy much-loved presence cheer

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;
Yet still our joy is mix'd with grief,

While faith contends with unbelief.
2 Thy promises our hearts revive,

And keep our fainting hopes alive;
But guilt, and fears, and sorrows rise,

And hide the promise from our eyes.
3 O let not sin and satan boast,

While saints lie mourning in the dust;
Nor see that faith to ruin brought,

Which thy own gracious hand hath wrought.
4 Do thou the dying spark inflame;

Reveal the glories of thy name;
And put all anxious doubts to fight,
As shades dispers’d by opening light.

CXCVIII. Christ's condescending Regurd to little Children.

Mark x. 14.
I SEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stand

With all-engaging charms;
Hark how he calls the tender lambs,

And folds them in his arms!
2 “ Permit them to approach,” he cries,

“ Nor scorn their humble name;
« For 'twas to bless such souls as these,

“ The Lord of angels came."
3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands,

And yield them up to thee;
Joyful, that we ourselves are thine,

Thine let our offspring be.
4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear :

Ye children, seek his face ;
And fly with transport to receive

The blessings of his grace.
5 If orphans they are left behind,

Thy guardian-care we trust:
That care shall heal our bleeding hearts,

If weeping o'er their dust.
CXCIX. Christian Watchfulness. Mark xiii. 37.
' AWAKE, my drowsy soul, awake,

And view the threatening scene :
Legions of foes encamp around,

And treachery lurks within.
2 'Tis not this mortal life alone

These enemies assail ;
All thine eternal hopes are lost,

If their attempts prevail.
3 Now to the work of God awake;

Behold thy master near ;
The various arduous task pursue

With vigour and with fear.
4 The awful register goes on,
The account will

surely come, And opening day, or closing night May bear me to my

5 Tremendous thought! How deep it strikes!

Yet like a dream it flies,
Till God's own voice the slumbers chase

From these deluded eyes.

CC. The Nativity of Christ. Luke ii. 10–12.
HAIL, progeny* divine !

Hail, virgin's wondrous Son
Who, for that humble shrine,
Didst quit the Almighty's throne:

The Infant-Lord
Our voices sing,
And be the king

Of grace ador'd.
2 Ye princes, disappear,

And boast your crowns no more ;
Lay down your sceptres here,
And in the dust adore :

Where Jesus dwells,
The manger bare
In lustre far

Your pomp excels.
3 With Bethlehem's shepherds mild

The angels bow their head;
And round the sacred child
Their guardian-wings they spread;

They knew, that where
Their sovereign lies
In low disguise,

Heaven's court is there.
4 T'hither, my soul, repair,

And early homage pay
To thy Redeemer fair,
As on his natal + day:

I kiss thy feet;
And, Lord, would be
A child like thee,
Whom thus I greet.

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;
For angels no such love have known

To awake a cheerful song.
2 Good-will to sinful men is shewn,

And peace on earth is given ;
For lo, the incarnate Saviour comes

With messages from heaven.

* Offspring.

+ Birth-day.

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