HE DIED FOR ME. After Dr Bethune's death the following beautiful hymn, which was evidently written only the day previous, was found in his portfolio. Its devout simplicity and exquisite tenderness give it a fitting place beside Toplady's “Rock of Ages" and Charles Wesley's "Jesus, lover of my soul." WHEN the time seems short, and death is near, If grace were bought, I could not buy; I read God's holy word, and find Great truths, which far transcend my mind; Of thought so high and deep and wide. I know the Saviour died for me. My faith is weak, but 't is thy gift; GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE, D D. LOOKING UPON THE CROSS. LORD JESU, when we stand afar And gaze upon thy holy cross, In love of thee and scorn of self, Oh, may we count the world as loss! When we behold thy bleeding wounds, And the rough way that thou hast trod, Make us to hate the load of sin That lay so heavy on our God. O holy Lord! uplifted high With outstretched arms, in mortal woe, Embracing in thy wondrous love The sinful world that lies below! THE CRUCIFIXION. Give us an ever-living faith 1854 LOOKING AT THE CROSS. IN evil long I took delight, Unawed by shame or fear, Till a new object struck my sight, And stopped my wild career. I saw one hanging on a tree, In agonies and blood, Who fixed his languid eyes on me, As near his cross I stood. Sure, never till my latest breath Can I forget that look; It seemed to charge me with his death, I saw my sins his blood had spilt, Alas! I knew not what I did: But now my tears are vain ; Where shall my trembling soul be hid? For I the Lord have slain. A second look he gave, which said, This blood is for thy ransom paid, Thus while his death my sin displays In all its blackest hue; Such is the mystery of grace, It seals my pardon too. With pleasing grief and mournful joy 1779 THE LOOK. JOHN NEWTON. Or pale-cheeked martyrs smiling to a sword, ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. THE MEANING OF THE LOOK. I THINK that look of Christ might seem to say "Thou Peter! art thou then a con.mon stone Which I at last must break my heart upon, For all God's charge to his high angels may Guard my foot better? Did I yesterday Wash thy feet, my beloved, that they should run Quick to deny me 'neath the morning-sun, GLORYING IN THE CROSS. "In cruce Stat securus amor." 'God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross." CAN nothing settle my uncertain breast, Is there no good, than which there's nothing higher, To bless my full desire With joys that never change, with joys that ne'er expire? I wanted wealth; and, at my dear request, Earth lent a quick supply; THE Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word, Their thunders that way. The forsaken Lord Looked only, on the traitor. None record What that look was; none guess: for those who have seen Wronged lovers loving through a death-pang keen, And who more brisk than I? I wanted fame, to glorify the rest; My mirth began to flag, my fame began to fade. The world's an ocean, hurried to and fro With every blast of passion : Her lustful streams, when either ebb or flow, The earth's a cask full tunned, yet wanting measure ; Her precious wine is pleasure; Her yeast is honor's puff; her lees are worldly treasure. My trust is in the cross:. let beauty flag Let countenance-gilding honor cease to brag Let ditch-bred wealth henceforth forget to wag Her base though golden tail; False beauty's conquest is but real loss, And wealth but golden dross; Best honor's but a blast: my trust is in the cross. My trust is in the cross; there lies my rest: My fast, my sole delight : Let cold-mouthed Boreas, or the hot-mouthed East, Blow till they burst with spite; Let earth and hell conspire their worst, their best, And join their twisted might; Let showers of thunderbolts dart down and wound me, And troops of fiends surround me, All this may well confront; all this shall ne'er confound me. FRANCIS QUARLES. TWO SAYINGS. Two sayings of the Holy Scriptures beat LOOKED UPON PETER. Oh, to render plain, On him who could reject but not sustain ! ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. CONTEMPLATION OF THE CROSS. WALTER SHIRLEY, cousin of the Countess of Huntingdon, was born in 1725, and was the fourth son of Earl Ferrers. He became a clergyman of the Established Church, and had a living in County Galway, Ireland. He was a friend of Whitefield and Wesley. He died in 1786. SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Mercy's streams in streams of blood; Truly blessed is this station, Low before his cross to lie ; Love and grief my heart dividing, Life deriving from his death. Altered by REPENTANCE AT THE CROSS. HEARTS of stone! relent, relent; Stained and covered with his blood! Sinful soul! what hast thou done? Crucified the eternal Son ! Yes, thy sins have done the deed; Driven the nails that fixed him there; Crowned with thorns his sacred head; Plunged into his side the spear; Made his soul a sacrifice, While for sinful man he dies. Wilt thou let him bleed in vain, Still to death thy Lord pursue, Open all his wounds again, And the shameful cross renew? No, with all my sins I'll part, Saviour, take my broken heart! - Translated from the German of JOHAnn Kruger, 1640, by CHARLES WESLEY, 1745 THE CROSS. THE CRUCIFIXION. TREE, which Heaven has willed to dower From the Spanish of CALDERON. Translated LAMB, THE ONCE CRUCIFIED! "Lamm, das gelitten, und Löwe, der siegreich gerungen." This truly sublime hymn is the second part of a larger hymn composed in the spring of 1831, and has passed into several German hynin-books. It was translated in April, 1868, by the Rev. Prof. Thomas C. Porter, of Lafayette College, Easton, Pa., for Schaff's "Christ in Song" He has successfully overcome the unusual difficulties of the German dactylic metre. Didst thou not go, And, under sentence of woe, 755 Rescue the doomed by transgression? Heavenly Love, in the language of earth past Upward, on pinions celestial, to regions of expression! pleasure, Into the land whose bright glories no mortal can measure, Strong hope and love Bear thee, the fulness to prove Of thy salvation's rich treasure. There, as he is, we shall view him, with rap ture abiding, Cheered even here by his glance, when the darkness dividing DEAN MILMAN, for ten years Professor of Poetry at Oxford, was born in London, Feb. 10, 1791, and died Sept. 24, 1868. He was at the time of his death Dean of St. Paul's. He is known as the historian of Latin Christianity, and as author of a number of other important works. WHEN our heads are bowed with woe, Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, Thou, the shame, the grief hast known; 1827. HENRY HART MILMAN, D. D. GETHSEMANE. BEYOND where Cedron's waters flow, To sad Gethsemane ; He bows beneath the sins of men; In sad Gethsemane; He lifts his mournful eyes above: "My Father, can this cup remove?” With gentle resignation still "Behold me here, thine only Son; And, Father, let thy will be done." The Father heard; and angels there Sustained the son of God in prayer, In sad Gethsemane ; He drank the dreadful cup of pain, Then rose to life and joy again. |