"It is finished," hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

4 Early hasten to the tomb,
Where they laid his breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom :
Who has taken him away?

Christ is risen; he meets our eyes.
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

6 & 10s. M.

276.

MARTINEAU'S COL.

Looking unto Jesus.

1 THOU, who didst stoop below,
To drain the cup of woe,

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,
Through this dark world of ours,

Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread;
And shall we in dismay

Shrink from the narrow way,

When clouds and darkness are around it spread?

3 O Thou, who art our life,
Be with us through the strife;

Thy own meek head by rudest storms was bowed;
Raise thou our eyes above,

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?
Or shall we shrink from shame,
Endured for Jesus' name,

Our glorious Lord, once spurned and crucified?

3 Then, 'mid the woes that wait
On this our mortal state,

Patience shall cheer affliction, toil, and loss,
And though the tempter's art
Assail the struggling heart,

Still, Saviour! in thy name we bear the cross.

7s. M.

278.

MILMAN.

Christ crucified and glorified.

1 BOUND upon the accursed tree,
Faint and bleeding, who is he?
By the cheek so pale and wan,
By the crown of twisted thorn,

By the side so deeply pierced,
By the baffled, burning thirst,
By the drooping, death-dewed brow,
Son of Man! 'tis thou! 't is thou!

2 Bound upon the accursed tree,
Sad and dying, who is he?
By the last and bitter cry,
The life breathed out in agony,
By the lifeless body laid
In the chamber of the dead,
Crucified! we know thee now:
Son of Man! 't is thou! 'tis thou!

3 Bound upon the accursed tree,
Dread and awful, who is he?
By the prayer for them that slew,-
"Lord! they know not what they do," -
By the sealed and guarded cave,
By the spoiled and empty grave,
By that clear, immortal brow,
Son of God! 'tis thou! 't is thou!

L. M.

279.

DODDRIDGE.

Christ's Submission.

1 "FATHER divine!" the Saviour cried,
While horrors pressed on every side,
And prostrate on the ground he lay,
"Remove this bitter cup away.

2 "But if these pangs must still be borne,
Or helpless man be left forlorn,

I bow my soul before thy throne,
And say, Thy will, not mine, be done!"

3 Thus our submissive souls would bow,
And, taught by Jesus, lie as low;
Our hearts, and not our lips alone,
Would say, Thy will, not ours, be done!

4 Then, though, like him, in dust we lie,
We'll view the blissful moment nigh,
Which, from our portion in his pains,
Calls to the joy in which he reigns.

L. M.

280.

STENNETT.

"It is finished."

1 "'Tis finished!" so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bowed his head and died:
"Tis finished!" the race is run,
yes,
The battle fought, the victory won.

2 "T is finished!" all that heaven foretold By prophets in the days of old;

3

And truths are opened to our view,
That kings and prophets never knew.

"'Tis finished!" Son of God, thy power
Hath triumphed in this awful hour;
And yet our eyes with sorrow see
That life to us was death to thee.

Christ's Dying, Rising, and Reigning.

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 The rising Lord forsakes the tomb;
The tomb in vain forbids his rise;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies.

4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,
And led the monster death in chains.

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
From thy lips, our suffering Lord!
Word of high, triumphant might,
Ere thy spirit takes its flight.
It is finished! all is o'er;

Pain and scorn oppress no more.

2 Now, no more foreboding dread
Shades the path thy feet must tread;
No more fear lest in thine hour
Pain should patience overpower;
On the perfect sacrifice

Not a stain of weakness lies.