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5 Jesu, may Thy promised blessing
Comfort to our souls afford,
Ever praise Thee,
7. Chandler. (tr.)
the wondrous Cross
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
I sacrifice them to His blood.
3 See from His head, His hands, His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down !
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
I. Watts. *
Didst suffer for us all,
To raise up them that fall;
We cannot tell the bitter woe
Thy love was pleased to bear ;
That all our hopes are there.
Thy hands the victory won;
For all that He hath done ?
4 O grant us, Lord, with Thee to die,
With Thee to rise anew;
7. M. Neale. *
Jesus in a garden wins
3 There for us He intercedes ;
There with God the Father pleads ;
4. Therefore to His Name be given
Glory both in earth and heaven;
Tuesday before Easter.
Jesu, when we stand afar
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.
3 Oh holy Lord ! uplifted high
With outstretched arms, in mortal woe,
The sinful world that lies below,
4. Give us an ever living faith
To gaze beyond the things we see ;
W. W. How.
Ye that feel the Tempter's power,
Watch with Him that bitter hour;
See the Lord of life arraign'd ;
See the pangs that He sustain'd;
3 Follow Him to Calvary's hill,
There, adoring at His feet,
See the Sacrifice complete;
The Saviour dwelt in still retreat,
Communion with His Father sweet.
Yet weighed upon that Righteous Soul
The burden of the approaching Woe;
And trembled at the awful blow.
“Father! O save me from this hour;
Yet for this hour to earth I came :"
And spotless Virtue stoop to shame.
4. 'Twas not the stripes, the Crown of thorn,
The bitter Cross, that might appal ;
That hid the Father's Face, was all.
5 O Lord of Grief, this livelong day
Let us, too, seek to dwell apart,
Low we bend the adoring knee ;