"It is finished," hear him cry; 4 Early hasten to the tomb, Christ is risen; he meets our eyes. 6 & 10s. M. 276. MARTINEAU'S COL. Looking unto Jesus. 1 THOU, who didst stoop below, And wear the form of frail mortality, Thy blessed labors done, Thy crown of victory won, Hast passed from earth, passed to thy home on high. 2 It was no path of flowers, Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread; Shrink from the narrow way, When clouds and darkness are around it spread? 3 O Thou, who art our life, Thy own meek head by rudest storms was bowed; To see a Father's love Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud. 4 Our eyes behold thee not, Yet hast thou not forgot Those who have placed their hope, their trust, in thee; Before thy Father's face Thou hast prepared a place, That where thou art, there they may also be. 6 & 10s. M. 277. BULFINCH. Bearing the Cross. 1 BURDEN of shame and woe! How does the heart o'erflow At thought of him the bitter cross who bore! But we have each our own, To others oft unknown, Which we must bear till life shall be no more. 2 And shall we fear to tread The path where Jesus led, The pure and holy one, for man who died? Our glorious Lord, once spurned and crucified? 3 Then, 'mid the woes that wait Patience shall cheer affliction, toil, and loss, Still, Saviour! in thy name we bear the cross. 7s. M. 278. MILMAN. Christ crucified and glorified. 1 BOUND upon the accursed tree, By the side so deeply pierced, 2 Bound upon the accursed tree, 3 Bound upon the accursed tree, L. M. 279. DODDRIDGE. Christ's Submission. 1 "FATHER divine!" the Saviour cried, 2 "But if these pangs must still be borne, I bow my soul before thy throne, 3 Thus our submissive souls would bow, 4 Then, though, like him, in dust we lie, L. M. 280. STENNETT. "It is finished." 1 "'Tis finished!" so the Saviour cried, 2 "T is finished!" all that heaven foretold By prophets in the days of old; 3 And truths are opened to our view, "'Tis finished!" Son of God, thy power Christ's Dying, Rising, and Reigning. 1 HE dies! the friend of sinners dies! Lo, Salem's daughters weep around; 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree; 3 The rising Lord forsakes the tomb; 4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 5 Say, "Live for ever, wondrous King! Born to redeem and strong to save"; Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting?" And "Where's thy victory, boasting grave?" 7s. M. 282. "It is finished." BULFINCH. 1 Ir is finished! glorious word Pain and scorn oppress no more. 2 Now, no more foreboding dread Not a stain of weakness lies. |