WE sing the praise of Him Who died,
Of Him Who died upon the Cross;
The sinner's hope let men deride,
For this we count the world but loss.
Inscribed upon the Cross we see
In shining letters 'God is Love';
He bears our sins upon the Tree,
He brings us mercy from above.
The Cross-it takes our guilt away,
It holds the fainting spirit up,
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup.
It makes the coward spirit brave,
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes its terrors from the grave,
And gilds the bed of death with light.
To Christ, Who won for sinners grace
By bitter grief and anguish sore,
Be praise from all the ransomed race
For ever and for evermore !
TAKE up thy cross,' the Saviour said,
If thou wouldst My disciple be;
Deny thyself, the world forsake,
And humbly follow after Me.'
Take up thy cross; let not its weight
Fill thy weak spirit with alarm
His strength shall bear thy spirit up,
And brace thy heart, and nerve thine arm.
Take up thy cross, nor heed the shame,
Nor let thy foolish pride rebel :
The Lord for thee the Cross endured,
To save thy soul from death and hell.
Take up thy cross in His dear might,
And calmly every danger brave;
"Twill guide thee to a better home,
And lead to victory o'er the grave.
Take up thy cross, and follow Christ,
Nor think till death to lay it down ;
For only he who bears the cross
May hope to wear the glorious crown.
'HERE is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.
We may not know, we cannot tell
What pains He had to bear,
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.
He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.
There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin,
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.
Oh dearly, dearly has He loved,
And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.
COME and mourn with me awhile;
O come ye to the Saviour's side;
O come, together let us mourn;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! look how patiently He hangs;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
How fast His hands and feet are nailed;
His throat with parching thirst is dried;
His failing eyes are dimmed with blood;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
Seven times He spake, seven words of love;
And all three hours His silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men ;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
A broken heart, a fount of tears,
Ask, and they will not be denied ;
Lord Jesus, may we love and weep,
Since Thou for us art crucified.
BY Jesus' grave on either hand,
While night is brooding o'er the land,
The sad and silent mourners stand.
At last the weary life is o'er,
Of Him Who all our sufferings bore.
Deep in the rock's sepulchral shade
The Lord, by Whom the worlds were made,
The Saviour of mankind is laid.
O hearts bereaved and sore distrest,
Here is for you a place of rest;
Here leave your griefs on Jesus' breast.
So when the Dayspring from on high
Shall chase the night and fill the sky,
Then shall the Lord again draw nigh.
JESUS Christ is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day;
Who did once upon the Cross
Suffer to redeem our loss.
Hymns of praise then let us sing
Unto Christ our Heavenly King,
Who endured the Cross and
Sinners to redeem and save.
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