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What sounds of transport spread! What concourse moves through Salem's streets,
To Zion's holy head! 2 Behold him there in lowliest guise !
The Saviour of mankind ! Triumphant shouts before him rise,
And shouts reply behind! 3 He came to earth, — through life he passed
A man of grief and woe; A noble army following fast
His martyr path shall go.
That noble host appears ;
Though steeped in blood and tears. 5 From ages past descends the lay
To ages yet to be,
At sight of Zion's bowers?
Her gorgeous crown of towers ?
Already in his heart,
Feel e'en his God depart?
2 Ah! hero ne'er, nor saint,
The secret load might know
His is a Saviour's woe:
At least in this thy day,
'T is passed for aye away.”
Over his people's sin,
The souls he died to win ?
If at this sight ye burn,
Ye hate what made him mourn.
271. MRS. HEMANS.
“My soul is exceeding sorrowful.” i He knelt, — the Saviour knelt and prayed,
When but his Father's eye
On that dread agony!
Bowed down with sorrow unto death. 2 He knew them all, - the doubt, the strife,
The faint, perplexing dread;
All darkened round his head;
Yet passed it not, that cup, away! 3 It passed not, though the stormy wave
Had sunk beneath his tread ;
It passed not, — though to him the grave
Had yielded up its dead.
A gift of strength for man to die. 4 And was his mortal hour beset
With anguish and dismay?
In the dark, narrow way?
1 The morning dawns upon the place,
Where Jesus spent the night in prayer; Through brightening glooms behold his face,
No form or comeliness is there.
Betrayed, forsaken, or denied,
In all their malice, rage, and pride.
He neither threatens nor complains ;
He speaks, – 't is comfort to his friends; Answers, - and paradise bestows; 6'T is finished!” - here the conflict ends. 5 He dies: the veil is rent in twain;
Darkness o'er all the land is spread;
High, without tempest, rolls the main,
Earth trembles, graves give up their dead. 6 “ Truly, this was the Son of God!"
Though in a servant's mean disguise, –
Christ the Sufferer.
How, as the fatal hour drew near,
The images of grief and fear.
The faithless friends, the exulting foes,
The scourge, the cross, before thee rose. 3 Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed,
As the dark vision o'er it came;
Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame? 4 Onward, like thee, through scorn and dread,
May we our Father's call obey,
“ Behold the Man."
1 Behold the man! how glorious he!
Before his foes he stands unawed,
2 Behold the man! by all condemned,
Assaulted by a host of foes;
A man of sufferings and of woes.
His awful word inspires no fear;
Before his judgment-seat appear. 4 Behold the man! though scorned below,
He bears the greatest name above;
78. M. 275.
MONTGOMERY. Christ our Example in Suffering. 1 Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel temptation's power,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of life arraigned.
Learn of him to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, admiring at his feet,