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LEIPZIG. L. M.
1. Lord, what a heaven of saving grace, Shines in the beau- ties of Thy face;
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1. LORD! what a heaven of saving grace
And lights our passions to a flame! Lord! how we love Thy charming name!
2. When I can say, my God is mine-
3. While such a sceno of sacred joys
Our raptured eyes and souls employs,
4. Well, wo shall quickly pass the night,
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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:
From the Psalmodist.
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 spake!|
3. "This is my body, broke for sin;
4. "Do this," He cried, "till time shall end,
The love of your departed Lord.”
5. Jesus! Thy feast we celebrate;
We show Thy death, we sing Thy name,
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1. THE morning dawns upon the place
Where Jesus spent the night in prayer; Through yielding glooms behold His face! Nor form, nor comeliness is there.
2. Brought forth to judgment, now Ile stands Arraigned, condemned, at Pilate's bar; Here, spurned by fierce prætorian bands,
There, mocked by Herod's men of war.
3. Ho bears their buffeting and scorn
Mock-homage of the lip, the kneeThe purple robe, the crown of thorn
The scourge, the nail, th' accursed tree.
No guile within His mouth is found;
He neither threatens, nor complains; Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound,
Dumb, 'mid His murderers Ile remains.
5. But hark! He prays: 't is for His foes:
He speaks: 't is comfort to His friends;
He bows His head: the conflict ends.
HEMANS. C. H. M.
He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed, When but His Father's eye (
3. He knew them all-the doubt, the strife,
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4. It passed not, though the stormy wave Had sunk beneath His tread;
O sacred Head.now wounded. With grief and shame weigh'd down;
Now scorn fully sur rounded With thorns, thy only crown; ) O sacred Head, what glory, What
It passed not, though to Him the grave
But there was sent Him, from on high,
5. And was His mortal hour beset
How, but through Him that path who trod?
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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
Thee, Thee a-lone my re- fuge make, Thy pierced side, Thy pierced side. 苫
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Of million lyres:
All heaven admires!
The Victim, veil'd on earth, in love—
4. Behold the Lamb!
All hail-Eternal Word !—
3. Behold the Lamb!
Drop down, ye glorious skies-
Yet lo! He lives-He lives-He lives-
Purge out our leaven:
6. Behold the Lamb!
Worthy is He alone,
One with the Ancient of all days-
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All light-all love! BRYDGES.
5. Behold the Lamb!
STEPHENS. C. M.
1. O Thou e- ternal King most high! Who didst the world redeem;
And conquering Death and Hell, receive A dig ni ty su
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2. Thou, through the starry orbs, this day,
3. There, seated in Thy majesty, To Thee submissive bow
The Heav'n of Heav'ns, the spacious earth,
4. When Thou shinest on the clouds,
May we be saved from vengeance due,
5. Glory to Jesus, who returns
Triumphantly to Heaven; Praise to the Father evermore, And Holy Ghost, be given.
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1. JESUS, our Lord, ascend Thy throne,
In Zion shall Thy power be known,
2. What wonders shall Thy gospel do!
3. God hath pronounced a firm decree,
When Aaron is no more."