1. STRETCHED on the cross, the Saviour dies;
Hark! his expiring groans arise;
See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Descends the sacred, crimson tide.
2. And didst thou bleed?-for sinners bleed?
And could the sun behold the deed?
No; he withdrew his cheering ray,
And darkness veiled the mourning day.
3. Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and mercy flow,
And yet my heart so hard remain,-
Unmoved by either love or pain!
4. Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart,
Till all its powers and passions move
In melting grief and ardent love.
1. WHILE life prolongs its precious light,
Mercy is found, and peace is given;
But soon, ah! soon, approaching night
Shall blot out every hope of heaven.
2. While God invites, how blest the day!
How sweet the gospel's charming sound!
Come, sinners, haste! O, haste away,
While yet a pardoning God is found.
3. Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave, Before his bar your spirits bring,
And none be found to hear or save.
4. In that lone land of deep despair,
No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise,
No God regard your bitter prayer,
No Saviour call you to the skies.
5. Now God invites; how blest the day!
How sweet the gospel's charming sound!
Come, sinners, haste! O, haste away,
While yet a pardoning God is found.
1. BURIED in shadows of the night
We lie, till Christ restores the light-
Till he descends to heal the blind,
And chase the darkness of the mind.
2. Our guilty souls are drowned in tears,
Till his atoning blood appears;
Then we awake from deep distress,
And sing the Lord our Righteousness.
3. Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,
And binds his slaves in heavy chains;
He sets the prisoners free, and breaks
The iron bondage from our necks.
4. Poor, helpless worms in thee possess
Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness;
Thou art our mighty All, and we
Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee.
1. THE day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away!What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day!2. When, shrivelling like a parchéd scroll, The flaming heavens together roll,
And louder yet, and yet more dread, Resounds the trump that wakes the dead? 3. O, on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away.
1. THOUGH I walk through the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrors are,
My heart and hope shall never fail,
For God my Shepherd's with me there.
2. Amid the darkness and the deeps,
Thou art my comfort, thou my stay;
Thy staff supports my feeble steps,
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.
FROM CARMINA SACRA.
BY PERMISSION.
Join, every tongue, to praise the Lord; All nature rests up on his word;
Join, every tongue, to praise the Lord; All nature rests up
1. JOIN, every tongue, to praise the Lord;
All nature rests upon his word;
Mercy and truth his courts maintain,
And own his universal reign.
2. Seasons and times obey his voice;
The evening and the morn rejoice
To see the earth made soft with showers,
Enriched with fruit, and dressed in flowers.
3. Thy works pronounce thy power divine;
In all the earth thy glories shine;
Through every month thy gifts appear;
Great God, thy goodness crowns the year.
1. NOW let our mournful songs record
The dying sorrows of our Lord,
When he complained in tears and blood,
Like one forsaken of his God.
2. But God, his Father, heard his cry:
Raised from the dead, he reigns on high;
The nations learn his righteousness,
And humble sinners taste his grace.
1. MY dear Redeemer and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word;
But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.
2. Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe, and make them mine.
3. Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and thy victory too.
4. Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.
1. JESUS, and shall it ever be-
A mortal man ashamed of thee!
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days!
2. Ashamed of Jesus!-that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No!-when I blush, be this my shame,-
That I no more revere his name.
3. Ashamed of Jesus!--yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
4. Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain;
And, O! may this my glory be,-
That Christ is not ashamed of me.
1. AWAKE, our souls; away, our fears; Let every trembling thought be gone; Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
2. True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every saint;—
3. The mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young,
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.
4. From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a full supply;
While those who trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
5. Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amid the heavenly road.
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