OLIVES' BROW. L. M. WILLIAM BATCHELDER BRADBURY, b b 217 Christ in Gethsemane. 1 'Tis midnight; and on Olives' brow The star is dimmed that lately shone: 'Tis midnight; in the garden, now, The suffering Såviour prays alone. 2 'Tis midnight; and from all removed, The Saviour wrestles lone with fears; E'en that disciple whom he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 4 'Tis midnight; and from ether-plains 1 "Tis finished!" so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed his head and died: 'Tis finished! yes, the race is run; The battle fought; the victory won. 2 'Tis finished! all that Heaven foretold By prophets in the days of old; And truths are opened to our view, That kings and prophets never knew. 3 '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. 4 'Tis finished! let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round; 'Tis finished! let the triumph rise And swell the chorus of the skies! SAMUEL STENNETT, ALT. LOWELL MASON 219 Hail, holy cross! 1 THE royal banner is unfurled, The cross is reared on high, On which the Saviour of the world Is stretched in agony. 2 See! through his holy hands and feet Our ransom thus is made complete, 3 And see! the spear hath pierced his side, And shed that sacred flood, That holy reconciling tide, The water and the blood. 4 Hail, holy cross! from thee we learn 5 Jehovah, we thy name adore, And sing, till time shall be no more, The triumphs of the cross. VEN ANTIUS FORTUNATUS. TR. BY J. CHANDLER. SELENA. L. M. 61. ISAAC BAKER WOODBURY. 220 Transcendent love. 1 0 LOVE divine, what hast thou done! The incarnate God hath died for me! The Father's co-eternal Son, Bore all my sins upon the tree! The Son of God for me hath died: My Lord, my Love, is crucified. 2 Behold him, all ye that pass by,The bleeding Prince of life and peace! Come, sinners, see your Saviour die, And say, was ever grief like his? Come, feel with me his blood applied: My Lord, my Love, is crucified: 3 Is crucified for me and you, To bring us rebels back to God: Believe, believe the record true, Ye all are bought with Jesus' blood: Pardon for all flows from his side: My Lord, my Love, is crucified. 4 Then let us sit beneath his cross, And gladly catch the healing stream; All things for him account but loss, And give up all our hearts to him: Of nothing think or speak beside,My Lord, my Love, is crucified. CHARLES WESLEY. 2 Jesus, descended from above, Our loss of Eden to retrieve, Great God of universal love, If all the world through thee may live, In us a quickening spirit be, And witness thou hast died for me. 3 Thou loving, all-atoning Lamb, Thee-by thy painful agnoy, Thy bloody sweat, thy grief and shame, Thy cross and passion on the tree, Thy precious death and life-I pray, Take all, take all my sins away. 4 O let thy love my heart constrain! Thy love, for every sinner free, That every fallen son of man May taste the grace that found out me; That all mankind with me may prove Thy sovereign, everlasting love. CHARLES WESLEY, MUNICH. 7, 6. ARR. MENDELSSOHN. Lo, here I fall, my Saviour! 3 What language shall I borrow 4 Be near me when I'm dying, Come, Lord, and set me free: BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX, PAUL GERHARDT. HANS LEO. HASSLER. 1 SING with all the sons of glory, Sing the resurrection song! Death and sorrow, earth's dark story, To the former days belong: All around the clouds are breaking, Soon the storms of time shall cease, In God's likeness, man awaking, Knows the everlasting peace. 2 O what glory, far exceeding All that eye has yet perceived! Holiest hearts for ages pleading, Never that full joy conceived. God has promised, Christ prepares it, There on high our welcome waits; Every humble spirit shares it, Christ has passed the eternal gates. 3 Life eternal! heaven rejoices, Jesus lives who once was dead; Join, O man, the deathless voices, Child of God, lift up thy head! Patriarchs from the distant ages, Saints all longing for their heaven, Prophets, psalmists, seers and sages, All await the glory given. 4 Life eternal! O what wonders Crowd on faith; what joy unknown, When, amidst earth's closing thunders, Saints shall stand before the throne! O to enter that bright portal, See that glowing firmament, Know, with thee, O God immortal, "Jesus Christ whom thou hast sent!" 226 WILLIAM J. IRONS. Jesus, victor over death. 1 COME, ye saints, look here and wonder; Yes, the Lord has risen to-day. Praises to the Victor's name. 3 Jesus triumphs! countless legions Songs eternal Shall through heaven's high arches ring. THOMAS KELLY, |