117 Olive's Brow. L.M.

_Christ in Gethsemane._ (253)

'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; 'Tis midnight; in the garden, now, The suffering Savior prays alone.

2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed, The Savior wrestles lone with fears; E'en that disciple whom he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.

3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt The man of sorrows weeps in blood; Yet he that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his G.o.d.

4 'Tis midnight; and from ether plains Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Savior's woe.

W.B. Tappan, 1822.

118 Windham. L.M.

_"Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?"_ (256)

From Calvary a cry was heard-- A bitter and heart-rending cry; My Savior! ev'ry mournful word Bespoke thy soul's deep agony

2 A horror of great darkness fell On thee, thou spotless holy One!

And all the eager hosts of h.e.l.l Conspired to tempt G.o.d's only Son.

3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace, These thou could'st bear, nor once repine; But when Jehovah veiled his face, Unutterable pangs were thine.

4 Let the dumb world its silence break; Let pealing anthems rend the sky; Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!

He died that we might never die.

John W. Cunningham, 1820.

119 Zephyr. L.M.

_Consecration in View of the Cross._ (261)

When I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my G.o.d; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4 Were all the realms of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine.

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

120 Miriam, 7s & 6s. Double.

(300)

O sacred head, now wounded!

With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, thine only crown; O sacred head, what glory, What bliss, till now, was thine!

Yet tho' despised and gory, I joy to call thee mine.

2 What thou, my Lord! hast suffered Was all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, But thine the deadly pain; Lo! here I fall, my Savior!

'Tis I deserve thy place; Look on me with thy favor; Vouchsafe to me thy grace.

3 The joy can ne'er be spoken, Above all joys beside, When in thy body broken, I thus with safety hide; My Lord of life! desiring Thy glory now to see, Beside thy cross expiring, I'd breathe my soul to thee.

Paul Gerhardt, 1659.

121 Avon. C.M.

_Before the Cross._ (281)

Alas! and did my Savior bleed?

And did my Sovereign die?

Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for crimes that I have done He groaned upon the tree?

Amazing pity! grace unknown!

And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When Christ, the mighty Maker, died For man, the creature's sin!

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away; 'Tis all that I can do.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

Cho.--Jesus died for you, And Jesus died for me, Yes, Jesus died for all mankind; Bless G.o.d, salvation's free.

Cho.--Help me, dear Savior, thee to own, And ever faithful be; And when thou sittest on thy throne.

O Lord, remember me.

122 Avon. C.M.

_Jesus Died for Me._

Great G.o.d, when I approach thy throne And all thy glory see; This is my stay, and this alone, That Jesus died for me.

2 How can a soul condemned to die, Escape the just decree?

Helpless and full of sin am I, But Jesus died for me.