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GETHSEMANE. L. M.

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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.

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2. 'Tis midnight-and, from all removed,
Immanuel wrestles lone, with fears;
E'en the disciple that he loved
Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.
3. 'T is midnight-and, for others' guilt,
The Man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet He, who hath in anguish knelt,
Is not forsaken by His God.

4. 'T is midnight-and, from ether-plains,
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.

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1. BEHOLD the Man! how glorious He!
Before His foes He stands unaw'd,
And, without wrong or blasphemy,
He claims equality with God.

2. Behold the Man! by all condemn'd,
Assaulted by a host of foes;
His person and His claims contemn'd,
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! though scorn'd below,
He bears the greatest name above;
The angels at His footstool bow,
And all His royal claims approve.

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

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1. FROM Calvary a cry was heard-
A bitter and heart-rending cry:
My Saviour! every mournful word
Bespeaks Thy soul's deep agony.
2. A horror of great darkness fell

On Thee, Thou spotless, holy One!
And all the swarming hosts of hell
Conspired to tempt God's only Son.

3. The scourge, the Thorns, the deep disgrace-
These Thou could'st bear, nor once repine;
But when Jehovah veiled His face,
Unutterable pangs were Thine.

4. Let the dumb world its silence break;
Let pealing anthems rend the sky;
Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!
He died, that we might never die.
5. Lord! on Thy cross I fix mine eye;
If e'er I lose its strong control,
Oh! let that dying, piercing cry,
Melt and reclaim my wandering soul.

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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!

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1. LORD! what a heaven of saving grace
Shines through the beauties of Thy face,
And lights our passions to a flame!
Lord! how we love Thy charming name!

2. When I can say, my God is mine-
When I can feel Thy glories shine-
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that earth calls good or great.

3. While such a sceno of sacred joys
Our raptured eyes and souls employs,
Here wo could sit, and gaze away
A long, an everlasting day.

4. Well, wo shall quickly pass the night,
To the fair coasts of perfect light;
Then shall our joyful senses rovo
O'er the dear object of our love.

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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."

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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:

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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.

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HEMANS.

Greek Melody.

Now scorn fully sur rounded With thorns, thy only crown; O sacred Head, what glory, What

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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,

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2. O noblest brow and dearest,

In other days the world
All fear'd when Thou appearedst;
What shame on Thee is hurl'd;
How art Thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn;
How does that visage languish,
Which once was bright as morn.
3. What language shall I borrow,
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end!
O make me Thine for ever,
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
Outlive my love to thee.

4. If I, a wretch, should leave Thee,
O Jesus, leave not me;

In faith may I receive Thee,

When death shall set me free.
When strength and comfort languish,
And I must hence depart,
Release me then from anguish,

By thine own wounded heart.

5. Be near when I am dying,
O, show Thy cross to me!
And for my succor flying,
Come, Lord, to set me free.
These eyes new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely-through Thy love.
PAUL GERHARDT, 1659.1

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1. THE Saviour, what a noble flamo
Was kindled in His breast,
When, hasting to Jerusalem,
He marched before the rest!

2. Good-will to men, and zeal for God,
His every thought engross;
He longs to be baptized with blood,
He pants to reach the cross.

3. With all His sufferings full in view,
And woes to us unknown,
Forth to the task His spirit flew;

'T was love that urged Him on.

4. Lord, we return Thee what we can;
Our hearts shall sound abroad,
Salvation to the dying man,
And to the rising God!

5. And while Thy bleeding glories here Engage our wondering eyes,

We learn our lighter cross to bear,
And hasten to the skies.

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COWPER.

1. BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form
Appears each grace divine;
The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.

2. To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was His divine employ.

3. 'Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn, Patient and meck He stood;

Ilis foes, ungrateful, sought His life;
He labored for their good.

4. In the last hour of deep distress,
Before His Father's throne,

With soul resigned, He bowed, and said, "Thy will, not mine, be done!"

5. Be Christ our pattern and our guide;
His image may we bear;

O, may we tread His holy steps,
His joy and glory share!

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ENFIELD.

1. BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
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 asunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.

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-
Was ever love like Thine?

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