GETHSEMANE. L. M. 4 Arranged by CH. BEECHER. 1. 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow, The star is dimm'd that lately shone; "Tis midnight, in the garden now The suffering Saviour prays a-lone, The suffering Saviour prays alone. 239. L. M. 2. 'Tis midnight-and, from all removed, 4. 'T is midnight-and, from ether-plains, 1. BEHOLD the Man! how glorious He! 2. Behold the Man! by all condemn'd, 3. Behold the Man! He stands alone, 4. Behold the Man! though scorn'd below, CHRISTIAN PSALMIST. 241. L. M. 1. FROM Calvary a cry was heard- On Thee, Thou spotless, holy One! 3. The scourge, the Thorns, the deep disgrace- 4. Let the dumb world its silence break; LEIPZIG. L. M. From the Psalmodist. 1. Lord, what a heaven of saving grace, Shines in the beau - ties of Thy face; And lights our passions to a flame! Lord! how we love Thy charming name! 243. L. M. 1. LORD! what a heaven of saving grace 2. When I can say, my God is mine- 3. While such a sceno of sacred joys 4. Well, wo shall quickly pass the night, 244. L. M. WATTS. 1. 'T WA3 on that dark, that doleful night, When powers of earth and hell arose, Against the Son of God's delight, And friends betrayed Him to His foes: 2. Before the mournful scene began, [brake; He took the bread, and blessed, and What love through all His actions ran! What wondrous words of grace He spako! 3. "This is my body, broke for sin; Receive and eat the living food;" Then took the cup, and blessed the wine: ""Tis the new covenant in my blood." HEMANS. C. H. M. 1. 23: 1:23 s eye He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed, When but His Father's e all, The Lord of a bove, beneath, Was bow'd with sor - row un to death. d 246. C. II. M. 2. The sun went down in fearful hour; The heavens might well grow dim, When this mortality had power To thus o'ershadow Him; That He who gave man's breath might know The very depths of human woe. 3. He knew them all-the doubt, the strife, The faint, perplexing dread: 1. The mists that hang o'er parting life And the Deliverer knelt to pray; CRUCIFIX. 7s & 6s. 8 O sacred Head.now wounded, With grief and shame weigh'd down; / HEMANS. Greek Melody. Now scorn fully sur rounded With thorns, thy only crown; O sacred Head, what glory, What BEHOLD THE LAMB. 10s. 1. T. B. WHITE. From the Modern Harp. 2 2 Behold the Lamb, O Thou, for sinners slain, Let it not be in vain that Thou hast died; Thee for my Saviour let me take, * 247. 7s & 6s. 2. O noblest brow and dearest, In other days the world 4. If I, a wretch, should leave Thee, In faith may I receive Thee, When death shall set me free. By thine own wounded heart. 5. Be near when I am dying, *This is a continuation of page 78. 1. THE Saviour, what a noble flamo 2. Good-will to men, and zeal for God, 3. With all His sufferings full in view, 'T was love that urged Him on. 4. Lord, we return Thee what we can; 5. And while Thy bleeding glories here Engage our wondering eyes, We learn our lighter cross to bear, 259. C. M. COWPER. 1. BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form 2. To spread the rays of heavenly light, 3. 'Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn, Patient and meck He stood; Ilis foes, ungrateful, sought His life; 4. In the last hour of deep distress, With soul resigned, He bowed, and said, "Thy will, not mine, be done!" 5. Be Christ our pattern and our guide; O, may we tread His holy steps, 251. C. AI. ENFIELD. 1. BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind 2. Hark! how He groans, while nature shakes 3. 'Tis finished! now the ransom's paid, "Receive my soul!" He cries: See how He bows His sacred head! He bows His head and dies! 4. But soon He'll break death's iron-chain, And in full glory shine; O Lamb of God! was ever pain- |