HYMN 58. C. M.

1 ALAS! what hourly dangers rise!

What snares beset my way!

To heaven, O! let me lift mine eyes,
And hourly watch and pray.

2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain,
And melt in flowing tears!
My weak resistance, ah! how vain!
How strong my foes and fears!

3 O! gracious God, in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid;

Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.

5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart,
Or lure my feet aside,

My God, thy powerful aid impart,
My Guardian and my Guide.

6 O! keep me in thy heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee;

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And let me never, never stray
From happiness and thee.

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HYMN 59. C. M.

OW oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wandered from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word!

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, "Return:"
Dear Lord, and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn;

O! take the wanderer home.

3 And canst thou, wilt thou, yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardoned rebel live
To speak thy wondrous love?

4 Almighty grace, thy healing power,
How glorious, how divine,

That can to life and bliss restore

So vile a heart as mine!

5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore;

O! keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

HYMN 60. L. M.

THOU, to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart; it looks to thee;
O! burst its bonds, and set it free.
2 Wash out its stains, remove its dross,
Bind my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.
3 If in this darksome wild I stray,

Be thou my Light, be thou my Way;
No foes, no violence, I fear,

No harm, while thou, my God, art near.
4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of wo,
Jesus, thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
5 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee;
O! let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy hill.

See Hymns on Repentance.

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PASSION WEEK, AND GOOD FRIDAY.

HYMN 61. III. 4.

Isaiah, Ixiii. 1-4.

WHO is this that comes from Edom,

All his raiment stained with blood,

To the captive speaking freedom,

Bringing and bestowing good; Glorious in the garb he wears,

Glorious in the spoil he bears?

2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
Travelling onward in his might;
'Tis the Saviour; O! how glorious,
To his people, is the sight!
Satan conquered, and the grave,
Jesus now is strong to save.

3 Why that blood his raiment staining?
"Tis the blood of many slain;
Of his foes there's none remaining,
None, the contest to maintain:
Fallen they are, no more to rise;
All their glory prostrate lies.
4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever;
Wear the crown so dearly won;
Never shall thy people, never,

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Cease to sing what thou hast done;
Thou hast fought thy people's foes;
Thou hast healed thy people's woes.

HYMN 62. L. M.

HEN I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the cross of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to thy blood.

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did ere such love and sorrow meet?

Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,

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Demands my life, my soul, my

HYMN 63. C. M.

all.

EHOLD the Saviour of mankind

of

Nailed to the shameful tree!

How vast the love that him inclined

To bleed and die for me!

2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend,

The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.

3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid;
"Receive my soul!" he cries;

See where he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head, and dies!

4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine;

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O! Lamb of God, was ever pain,
Was ever love, like thine!

HYMN 64. C. M.

Y Saviour, hanging on the tree,
In agonies and blood,

Methought, once turned his eyes on me,

As near his cross I stood.

2 Sure, never, till my latest breath,

Can I forget that look ;

It seemed to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

3 My conscience felt and owned the guilt,
And plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And helped to nail him there.

4 Alas! I knew not what I did;
But now my tears are vain;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For 1 the Lord have slain.

5 A second look he gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive:

"This blood is for thy ransom paid; "I die that thou may'st live."

6 Thus, while his death my sin displays In all its blackest hue,

(Such is the mystery of grace,) It seals my pardon too.

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HYMN 65. C. M.

ROM whence these direful omens round,
Which heaven and earth amaze?

Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground? Why hides the sun his rays?

2 Well may the earth, astonished, shake,
And nature sympathize,

The sun as darkest night be black;
Their Maker, Jesus, dies!

3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree,
His all-atoning blood!

Is this the Infinite? 'tis he,

My Saviour and my God!

4 For me these pangs his soul assail,
For me this death is borne ;

My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed every thorn.

5 Let sin no more my soul enslave;
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain;

O! save me, whom thou cam'st to save,
Nor bleed, nor die in vain.

HYMN 66. L. M.

St. John, xix. 30.

IS finished-so the Saviour cried,

1 'TIS

And meekly bowed his head, and died: 'Tis finished-yes, the work is done,

The battle fought, the victory won.

2 'Tis finished-all that heaven decreed,
And all the ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfilled, as long designed,
In me, the Saviour of mankind.

3 'Tis finished-Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore;
The sacred veil is rent in twain,
And Jewish rites no more remain.

4 'Tis finished-this, my dying groan,
Shall sins of every kind atone;
Millions shall be redeemed from death,
By this, my last, expiring breath.

5 'Tis finished-Heaven is reconciled,
And all the powers of darkness spoiled;
Peace, love, and happiness, again
Return and dwell with sinful men.