2 Ah! hero ne'er, nor saint, "If thou hadst known, e'en thou, The message of thy peace! but now 3 And doth my Saviour weep Ye hearts that love the Lord, 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 Had yielded up its dead. But there was sent him from on high 4 And was his mortal hour beset How may we meet our conflict yet, How, but through him, that path who trod, L. M. the Son of God! 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, He speaks, 't is comfort to his friends, Answers, and paradise bestows; 66 "'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, And bruised beneath the Father's rod, Not for himself, for man he dies. 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; His person and his claims contemned, 3 Behold the man! so weak he seems, 4 Behold the man! though scorned below, 7s. M. 275. MONTGOMERY. Christ our Example in Suffering. 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel temptation's power, 2 Follow to the judgment-hall, 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, admiring at his feet, Mark that miracle of time, "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, 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; |