3 In burning sands, and thirsty ground, All ears shall hearken, and obtain HYMN 184. L. M. [#] Jacob's Star. 1 BEHOLD the long-expected Light! Nor bears a tree such heavenly fruit. 3 Sin, now condemned, shall cease to be, 4 Roll on, thou glorious Star of light, Display thy matchless grace abroad, DEATH OF CHRIST. HYMN 185 L. M. [b] Death of Christ. 1 HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies! Lo, Salem's daughters weep around, A solemn darkness veils 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 Break off your tears, ye saints, and say, How high your great Deliverer reigns; Sing how he rose to endless day, And led the tyrant Death in chains: 4 Say, Live forever, glorious King, Born to redeem, and strong to save! Then ask the monster, Where's thy sting, And, Where's thy victory, boasting grave? HYMN 186. C. M. [b] Sufferings and Death of Christ. 1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed? Would he devote that sacred head 2 Was it for crimes that I had done 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, When Christ, the great Redeemer, died 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 5 But floods of tears can ne'er repay Here, Lord, I give myself away,— C. M. [b] HYMN 187. C. M. Christ's Death and Exaltation. 1 YE humble souls, who seek the Lord, 2 His life for us he freely gave,— 3 A moment give your hearts to grief, Then dry your tears, and tune your songs,— 4 With cheerful hope may every saint HYMN 188. L. M. [# or b] Where Jesus bled. 1 FROM tribulation's gloomy vale, 2 For rebel man the Saviour died; 3 The bow, the sword, the sting of death, HYMN 189. C. M. [b] 1 THERE is a fountain filled with blood 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see O may I there, though vile as he, 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream, 5 But when this lisping, stammering tongue HYMN 190. C. M. [b or #] Riches of the Cross. 1 WITH strange surprise the cross I view, 2 Give me the victories of that cross, 3 Riches on earth take wings and fly, I have my treasures placed on high; honour made, The cross my |