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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.
P. M. 271. MRS. HEMANS.
“My soul is exceeding sorrowful.” · He knelt, – the Saviour knelt and prayed, When but his Father's
eye Looked through the lonely garden's shade,
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;
No form or comeliness is there.
In all their malice, rage, and pride.
He neither threatens nor complains ; Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound, Dumb 'midst his murderers he remains. 4 But hark! he prays, - 't is for his foes, 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.
1 O SUFFERING Friend of human kind!
How, as the fatal hour drew near,
The faithless friends, the exulting foes,
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!
2 Behold the man! by all condemned,
Assaulted by a host of foes ;
A man of sufferings and of woes. 3 Behold the man!
ak he seems, His awful word inspires no fear; But soon must he who now blasphemes
Before his judgment-seat appear. 4 Behold the man! though scorned below,
He bears the greatest name above;
Christ our Example in Suffering.
i Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel temptation's power,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
View the Lord of life arraigned.
Learn of him to bear the cross.
There, admiring at his feet,
“It is finished,” hear him cry;
4 Early hasten to the tomb,
Where they laid his breathless clay;
6 & 10s. M. 276. MARTINEAU's Col
Looking unto Jesus.
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;