THE LAMB OF GOD. LAMB goes uncomplaining forth, None else the burden sharing! Goes patient on, grows weak and faint, That spotless life to offer; Bears shame and stripes and wounds and death, Anguish and mockery; and saith, "Willingly all this I suffer." That Lamb is lord of death and life, God over all forever; The Father's Son, whom to that strife Love doth for us deliver! O mighty Love! what hast thou done! The Father offers up his Son The Son content descendeth! O Love, O Love, how strong art Thou! Him on the Cross, O Love, thou layest, Fast to that torture nailing, Him as a spotless Lamb thou slayest; The heart with anguish breaking! My life-long days would I still Thee Thee ever, as Thou ever me, With loving arms enfolding. And when my heart grows faint and chill, My heart's undying Light, oh still Abide unchanged before me! Myself Thy heritage I sign, My only hope and glory. I of Thy majesty and grace A sacrifice of joy and praise My stream of life shall flow to Thee, In praise to Thee outpouring; Deep in my heart's depths storing. Gate of my heart, fly open wide The treasure will in thee abide, Greater than heaven and earth. Away with all this poor world's treasures, And all this vain world's tasteless pleasures, My treasure is in heaven; For I have found true riches now, My treasure, Christ, my Lord, art Thou,— Thy blood so freely given ! This treasure ever I employ, In sorrow it shall be my joy, In joy the music of my feast, In thirst my drink, in want my food, My company in solitude, To comfort and to lead me! Death's poison cannot harm me now, And when at last Thou leadest me Thy blood shall clothe me royally, Shall place upon my head the crown, Till I, by Him to Thee betrothed, Stand as a bride beside Thee! PAUL GERHARD. GETHSEMANE. ITHIN the olive shade, The Saviour see, As there He knelt and prayed, While cold and damp midnight, Pale moon and dim starlight, Behold thy strange, sad sight, Even the faithful fail Vigils to keep; They sink behind the veil Of weary sleep. Jesus is left alone, Bowed on dank earth and stone, And thou dost hear His moan, Gethsemane! Why is my Saviour there In tears and cries? Under a burdening prayer, In groans and sighs? While sorrow's dread control O'erwhelms His holy soul, |