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Accept it, Lord, and say, this thou hadst rather ;
Stamp it, and on this sordid metal make
WHEN JORDAN HUSHED HIS WATERS STILL.
And silence slept on Zion's hill ; When Salem's shepherds through the night Watched o’er their flocks by starry light,
Hark! from the midnight hills around,
Then swift to
On wheels of light, on wings of flame,
“O Zion! lift thy raptured eye: The long-expected hour is nigh;
The joys of nature rise again;
See Mercy, from her golden urn,
He comes to cheer the trembling heart,
O Zion! lift thy raptured eye:
What its signs of promise are. Traveller! o'er yon mountain's height, See that glory-beaming star.
Watchman ! does its beauteous ray
Watchman! tell us of the night;
Watchman! will its beams alone
Watchman! tell us of the night,
Watchman! let thy wanderings cease;
Calvary, the Mount.
VEE where the Author of all life is dying :
O fearful day! he dead, what hope of living ? See where the hopes of all our lives are buying. O cheerful day! they bought, what fear of grieving? Love, love for hate, and death for life is giving :
Lo, how his arms are stretched abroad to grace thee,
And, as they open stand, call to embrace thee : Why stay’st thou then, my soul! O, fly, fly, thither
His radious head with shameful thorns they tear,
They jolly at his grief, and make their game,
His naked body to expose to shame, That all might come to see, and all might see that came.
Whereat the Heaven put out his guilty eye
And at his birth, as all the stars Heaven had
Were not enow, but a new star was made; So now, both and old, and all away did fade.
By the cross where Jesus, dying,
Hung aloft on Calvary;
Bowed in grief, in spirit groaning,
Pierced the sword in misery.
Filled with grief beyond all others,
Of the God-begotten Son !
Dying her unspotted one! Who could there refrain from weeping, Seeing Christ's dear mother keeping
In her grief, so bitterly! Who could fail to share her anguish, Seeing thus the mother languisli,
Lost in woe so utterly ? For the trespass of his nation She beheld his laceration,
By their scourges suffering.
Dying by their torturing.
Let me share thy tenderness;
Be like thine in holiness !
All his stripes, O, let me feel them,