C. M. 269. WESLEYAN MAG. Jesus entering Jerusalem. 1 FROM Olivet's sequestered seats What sounds of transport spread! What concourse moves through Salem's streets, 2 Behold him there in lowliest guise! 3 He came to earth,- through life he passed A noble army following fast 4 All decked with palms, and strangely bright, And stainless are their robes of white, 5 From ages past descends the lay Till far its echoes roll away 1 Christ weeping over Jerusalem. WHY doth my Saviour weep Shows it not fair from yonder steep, Already in his heart, The pain, the shame, the scorn, the loss,- 2 Ah! hero ne'er, nor saint, 3 "If thou hadst known, e'en thou, The message of thy peace! but now And doth my Saviour weep Because we will not let him keep The souls he died to win? See that in thought, in deed, in word, P. M. 271. MRS. HEMANS. "My soul is exceeding sorrowful." 1 He knelt, the Saviour knelt and prayed, When but his Father's eye Looked through the lonely garden's shade, Messiah cried with suppliant breath, 2 He knew them all, the doubt, the strife, 3 It passed not, though the stormy wave Had sunk beneath his tread; It passed not, though to him the grave But there was sent him from on high 4 And was his mortal hour beset How, but through hin, that path who trod, L. M. 272. Christ's Passion. MONTGOMERY. 1 THE morning dawns upon the place, 2 Last eve, by those he called his own, He met his enemies alone, In all their malice, rage, and pride. 3 No guile within his mouth is found, 4 But hark! he prays, 't is for his foes; "'T is finished!"-here the conflict ends. 66 5 He dies: the veil is rent in twain; Darkness o'er all the land is spread; High, without tempest, rolls the main, 66 6 Truly, this was the Son of God!" L. M. 273. Christ the Sufferer. BULFINCH. 1 O SUFFERING Friend of human kind! 2 Gethsemane's sad midnight scene, 3 Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed, And, though in sinless strength arrayed, Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame? 4 Onward, like thee, through scorn and dread, May we our Father's call obey, Steadfast thy path of duty tread, And rise, through death, to endless day. L. M. 274. "Behold the Man." CHRISTIAN PSALMIST. 1 BEHOLD the man! how glorious he! 2 Behold the man! by all condemned, Assaulted by a host of foes; 3 His person and his claims contemned, Behold the man! so weak he seems, But soon must he who now blasphemes 4 Behold the man! though scorned below, He bears the greatest name above; The angels at his footstool bow, And all his royal claims approve. 7s. M. 275. MONTGOMERY. 1 Christ our Example in Suffering. Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel temptation's power, 2 Follow to the judgment-hall, 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; Mark that miracle of time, |