155 BARNBY 8.8. 7. 8. 8. 7 Sir Joseph Barnby, 1872 1. Dark-ly rose the guilty morn-ing, When, the King of glory scorn-ing, See Him strick-en, spit on, wear-ing The thorn-plat - ed 2 Not the crowd whose cries assailed Him, Slew Him on the cursèd tree; Ours the sin from heaven that called Him, 3 For our sins, of glory emptied, We have pierced, yet trust in Thee. 4 In our wealth and tribulation, 156 HILDA 8.7. 8. 7. D. Sir Joseph Barnby, 1861 4 1. Hail, Thou once de - spis - ed Jesus! Hail! Thou Gal 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, All our sins on Thee were laid; By almighty love anointed, Thou hast full atonement made. All Thy people are forgiven Through the virtue of Thy blood; Opened is the gate of heaven, Peace is made 'twixt man and God. 3 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory, There forever to abide; All the heavenly hosts adore Thee, 4 There for sinners Thou art pleading, Till in glory we appear. Worship, honor, power and blessing Meet it is for us to give. Help, ye bright angelic spirits, Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; Help to sing our Saviour's merits, Help to chant Emmanuel's praise. Rev. John Bakewell, 1757; Enlarged in M. Madan's 6 Thou didst accept their praises; Theodulph of Orleans, c. 820; Tr. Rev. John M. Neale, 1854; 9:2 bb weep no more the Saviour slain, The Lord is risen, He 2 Ye mourning saints, dry every tear For your departed Lord, "Behold the place, He is not here!" The tomb is all unbarred: The gates of death were closed in vain, 3 Now cheerful to the house of prayer, |