1 Go to dark Gethsemane,

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Ye that feel the tempter's power;
Your Redeemer's conflict see,

Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall;

View the Lord of life arraigned;
Oh, the wormwood and the gall!

Oh, the pangs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,

God's own sacrifice complete :
"It is finished," hear him cry ;-
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

4 Early hasten to the tomb,

Where they laid his breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom,

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Who hath taken him away Christ is risen ;-he meets our eyes; Saviour, teach us so to rise!

1 He knelt: the Saviour knelt and prayed,
When but his Father's eye
Looked thro' the lonely garden's shade,
On that dread agony;
The Lord of all above, beneath,
Was bowed with sorrow unto death.

2 The sun set in a fearful hour,

The skies might well grow dim,
When this mortality had power

So to o'ershadow him!

That he who gave man's breath, might know

The very depths of human woc.

3 He knew them all; the doubt, the strife, The faint, perplexing dread, The mists that hang o'er parting life,

All darkened round his head; And the Deliverer knelt to pray ;— Yet passed it not, that cup, away. 4 It passed not, though the stormy wave Had sunk beneath his tread; It passed not, tho' to him the grave Had yielded up its dead:

1 BEHOLD the Man! How glorious he!
Before his foes he stands unawed,
And without wrong or blasphemy,
He claims equality with God.

2 Behold the Man! by all condemned,
Assaulted by a host of foes,
His
and his claims contemned,
person
A man of sufferings and of woes.
3 Behold the Man! he stands alone;
His foes are ready to devour;
Not one of all his friends will own
Their Master in this trying hour.
4 Behold the Man! So weak he seems,
His awful word inspires no fear;
But soon must he who now blasphemes
Before his judgment seat appear.
Behold the Man! Though scorned below,
He bears the greatest name above;
The angels at his footstool bow,
And all his royal claims approve.
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1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary;
See!-it rends the rocks asunder-
Shakes the earth-and vails the sky:
"It is finished !”—
Hear the dying Saviour cry.

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John 19:33.

2 "It is finished !"-oh, what pleasure Do these charming words afford! Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to us through Christ, the Lord: "It is finished !"

Saints! the dying words record. 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs! Join to sing the pleasing theme: All in earth and heaven, uniting, Join to praise Immanuel's name: Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

1 DARKLY rose the guilty morning
When, the Prince of Glory scorning,
Raged the fierce Jerusalem:
See the Christ, his cross up-bearing!
See him, mocked and stricken, wearing
The thorn-platted diadem!

2 Not the crowd, whose cries assailed him, Not the hands, that rudely nailed him,

Slew him on the cursed tree;

Ours the sin, from heaven that called him!
Ours the sin, whose burden galled him,
In the sad Gethsemane!

3 In our wealth and tribulation,
By thy precious cross and passion,
By thy blood and agony,
By thy glorious resurrection,
By thy Holy Ghost's protection,-
Make us thine eternally!

3 Conscious of the deed unholy, Nature's pulses beat more slowly,

And the sun his light denied; Darkness wrapped the sacred city, And the earth with fear and pity Trembled, when the Just One died. 4 It is finished, Man of sorrows! From thy cross our nature borrows

Strength to bear and conquer thus;
While exalted there we view thee,
Mighty Sufferer, draw us to thee,
Sufferer victorious!

5 Not in vain for us uplifted,
Man of sorrows, wonder-gifted,
May that sacred symbol be;
Eminent amid the ages,
Guide of heroes and of sages,

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May it guide us still to thee.

Luke 24:46.

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327. 1 HE dies-the friend of sinners dies; Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness vails the skies; A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree: The Lord of glory dies for men; But lo! what sudden joys we see, Jesus, the dead, revives again. 3 The rising God forsakes the tomb; Up to his Father's court he flies; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies. 4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliverer reigns; Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, And led the tyrant Death in chains. 5 Say-live forever, glorious King, Born to redeem, and strong to save! Where now, O Death, where is thy sting? And where thy victory, boasting Grave?

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Tell all above, And

1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow!
The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

2 Exalt the Lamb of God,

The sin-atoning Lamb!
Redemption by his blood,

Through every land, proclaim:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

3 Ye slaves of sin and hell!
Your liberty receive,
And safe in Jesus dwell,

And blest in Jesus live:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

4 The gospel trumpet hear,

The news of pardoning grace:
Ye happy souls, draw near;
Behold your Saviour's face:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

5 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mourning souls be glad :
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

2 His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heaven,
The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jesus given;
Lift up the heart, lift up
the voice:
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

3 He all his foes shall quell,
Shall all our sins destroy,
And every bosom swell
With pure seraphic joy:
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice:
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

4 Rejoice in glorious hope!

Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
And take his servants up
To their eternal home:

We soon shall hear the archangel's voice,
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice!

1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead,
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragged to the portals of the sky.
2 There his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay :-
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!
Ye everlasting doors! give way."

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the ethereal scene:
He claims those mansions as his right;
Receive the King of glory in.
4 Who is the King of glory-who?

The Lord who all our foes o'ercame;
Who sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew;
And Jesus is the conqueror's name.

5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay :"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! Ye everlasting doors! give way." 6 Who is the King of glory-who? The Lord of boundless power possessed; The King of saints and angels, too, God over all, forever blessed.

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Rev. 5: 12.

1 WORTHY the Lamb of boundless sway
In earth or heaven the Lord of all;
Let all the powers of earth obey,
And low before his footstool fall.
2 Higher, still higher, swell the strain;
Creation's voice, the note prolong;
Jesus, the Lamb, shall ever reign;
Let hallelujahs crown the song.
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1 WHAT equal honors shall we bring
To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb,
When all the notes that angels sing,
Are far inferior to thy name?

2 Worthy is he that once was slain,
The Prince of peace that groaned and
died,
Worthy to rise and live, and reign,
At his almighty Father's side.

3 Honor immortal must be paid

Instead of scandal and of scorn;
While glory shines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.
4 Blessings forever on the Lamb,

Who bore the curse for wretched men :
Let angels sound his sacred name,
And
every creature
say, Amen!