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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.
And gaze upon Thy Holy Cross,
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;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall,
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 ;
7. Montgomery. 94. THIS
day, remote from earth's rude noise, The Saviour dwelt in still retreat, And knew, perchance, earth's latest joys,
Communion with His Father sweet.
Yet weighed upon that Righteous Soul
The burden of the approaching Woe;
And trembled at the awful blow.
3 “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;
Oh! by all the pains and woe
2 By Thy helpless infant years,
By Thy life of want and tears,
3 By Thine hour of dire despair ;
By Thine agony of prayer ;
4 By Thy deep expiring groan ;
By the sad sepulchral stone;
Sir R. Grant.
Pange lingua gloriosi. i Now, my tongue, the mystery telling,
Of the glorious Body sing,
Which the Gentiles' Lord and King,
Shed for this world's ransoming,
Given for us, and condescending
To be born for us below,
Dwelt the seed of truth to sow,
His most patient life of woe.
3 That last night at supper lying,
'Mid the Twelve, His chosen band,
Keeps the feast its rites demand;
Gives Himself with His own Hand.
4 Word-made-Flesh the Bread He breaketh,
Maketh it His Body be ;
Must from carnal thoughts be free;
Shows true hearts the mystery.
This great Sacrament revere :