7 Praise God, who gave His only Son To be for sinners slain, I 2 And Holy Spirit by whose Breath 84. 7. Chandler. (tr.*) WE sing the praise of Him who died, Of Him who died upon the Cross; For this we count the world but loss. Inscribed upon the Cross we see, 3 The Cross! it takes our guilt away; 4 It makes the coward spirit brave, 5 The balm of life, the cure of woe, T. Kelly. 85. 1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, I 2 Let me hide myself in Thee! Let the water and the blood, Cleanse me from its guilt and power Not the labours of my hands, 3 Nothing in my hand I bring; 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, Let me hide myself in Thee! Amen. 86. Gloria, laus, et honor. I Now glory, praise, and honour be 2 3 To Christ our Heavenly King; Who taught young children's loving lips "Hosanna! to great David's Son;" Their tender voices cry: "Hosanna! in the worthiest strains "For ever blessed be our King, In meek and lowly human guise, 4 With fresh-cut palms, and garments spread 5 They bless the Saviour's dying love, But each, O Lord, is owned of Thee 6 And Thou wilt clothe us all alike G 7 Then glory, praise, and honour be 87. I RIDE on! ride on in majesty ! 2 Ride on ride on in majesty! O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin O'er captived death and conquered sin. 3 Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! Look down with sad and wondering eyes 4 Ride on! ride on in majesty! 5 Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! In lowly pomp, ride on to die : Bow Thy meek Head to mortal pain, Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign. Amen. H. H. Milman. I 2 88. Prone vocem, mens, canoram. Now, my soul, thy voice upraising, Sing aloud in mournful strain And the agonizing pain, Which our Saviour, Sinless bore, for sinners slain. He the ruthless scourge enduring, And removed our pains away. 3 He to liberty restored us By the very bonds he bare, To the cross, and keep us there. 4 When His painful life was ended, Then the spear transfixed His side, Blood and water thence descended, Pouring forth a double tide : This to cleanse us, That to heal us, is applied. |