219. L. M. Christ in Gethsemane. W. B. TAPPAN. 1 'TIS midnight; and on Olive's brow The suffering Saviour prays alone. Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 4 'Tis midnight; and from ether plains 220. 8s & 6. The Prayer of Agony. S. F. SMITH. 1 BEYOND where Cedron's waters flow, His countenance is all divine, Yet grief appears in every line. 2 He bows beneath the sins of men; He lifts his mournful eyes above 66 My Father, can this cup remove?" 3 With gentle resignation still, "Behold me here, thine only Son 4 The Father heard; and angels, there, He drank the dreadful cup of pain 5 When storms of sorrow round us sweep, We'll look, and see the Saviour there, 221. C. M. Agony in the Garden. HAWEIS. 1 DARK was the night, and cold the ground On which the Lord was laid; His sweat like drops of blood ran down; 2 "Father, remove this bitter cup, If not, content to drink it up, 3 Go to the garden, sinner; see Those precious drops that flow; 4 Then learn of him the cross to bear; And, when temptations press thee near, 222. C. H. M. HEMANS. The Agony in Gethsemane. 1 HE knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed, Looked, through the lonely garden's shade, The Lord of all above, beneath, Was bowed with sorrow unto death. 2 The sun went down in fearful hour; The heavens might well grow dim, When this mortality had power To thus o'ershadow him; That he who gave man's breath might know 3 He knew them all,—the doubt, the strife, 4 It passed not, though the stormy wave It passed not, though to him the grave But there was sent him, from on high, How, but through him that path who trod? 223. S. M. DODDRIDGE. Christ on the Cross. 1 BEHOLD th' amazing sight, 2 For whom, for whom, my heart, 3 For us he hung and bled, For us in torture died; "Twas love that bowed his fainting head, And oped his gushing side. 4 1 see, and I adore In sympathy of love; I feel the strong, attractive power 5 Drawn by such cords as these, 6 In thee our hearts unite, 224. C. M. PERCY CHAPEL COL. Christ on the Cross. 1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind How great the love that him inclined 2 "My God," he cries; all nature shakes, 3 ""Tis finished; now the ransom's paid; 4 But soon he'll break death's tyrant chain O Lamb of God, was ever pain, 225. 8s, 7s, & 4. The expiring Saviour. FRANCIS. 1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy 2 "It is finished!"— O, what pleasure Saints, the dying words record. 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs; 226. Glory to the bleeding Lamb! 1 STRETCHED on the cross, the Saviour dies; Hark! his expiring groans arise; See, from his hands, his feet, his side, 2 And didst thou bleed?- for sinners bleed? 227. 8s & 7s. Sufferings of Christ. BICKERSTETH'S COL. 1 "STRICKEN, smitten, and afflicted," 2 'Tis the long-expected Saviour, 3 Tell us, ye who heard him groaning, - -- Friends through fear his cause disowning, |