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Jesus in a garden wins
Life, and pardon for our sins ;
Through His hour of agony
Praying in Gethsemane.

3 There for us He intercedes ;

There with God the Father pleads;
Willing there for us to drain
To the dregs the cup of pain,
That in everlasting Day
He may wipe our tears away.

4. Therefore to His Name be given

Glory both in earth and heaven;
To the Father, and the Son,
And the Spirit, Three in One,
Honour, praise, and glory be,
Now and through eternity. Amen.

Tuesday before Easter.

i LORD Jesu, when we stand afar

And gaze upon Thy Holy Cross,
In love of Thee and scorn of self,

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,
Embracing in Thy wondrous love

The sinful world that lies below, 4 Give us an ever living faith

To gaze beyond the things we see ;
And in the mystery of Thy Death
Draw us and all men unto Thee. Amen.

W. W. How.

i Go to dark Gethsemane,

Ye that feel the Tempter's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,

Watch with Him that bitter hour;
Turn not from His griefs away,

Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall,

See the Lord of life arraign'd;
See the wormwood and the gall ;

See the pangs that He sustain'd ;
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of Him to bear the cross.

3 Follow Him to Calvary's hill,

There, adoring at His feet,
See Him do the Father's will,

See the Sacrifice complete ;
“ It is finished !” hear Him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die. Amen.

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;
He heard the nearer thunders roll,

And trembled at the awful blow.

3 “Father ! O save me from this hour;

Yet for this hour to earth I came :"
Thus Love must vanquish terror's power,

And spotless Virtue stoop to shame.

4 'Twas not the stripes, the Crown of thorn,

The bitter Cross, that might appal ;
The weight of sin for mortals borne,

That hid the Father's Face, was all.

5 O Lord of Grief, this livelong day

Let us, too, seek to dwell apart,
And, wheresoe'er our footsteps stray,
Adore Thee in our inmost heart. Amen.

A. Gurney.

i Saviour, when in dust to Thee

Low we bend the adoring knee;
When repentant to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes ;

Oh! by all the pains and woe
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn Litany!

2 By Thy helpless infant years,

By Thy life of want and tears,
By Thy days of sore distress
In the savage wilderness;
By the dread mysterious hour
Of the insulting tempter's power ;
Turn, oh! turn a favouring eye,
Hear our solemn Litany!

3 By Thine hour of dire despair ;

By Thine agony of prayer ;
By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn;
By the gloom that veiled the skies
O’er the dreadful Sacrifice ;
Listen to our humble cry,
Hear our solemn Litany!

4 By Thy deep expiring groan ;

By the sad sepulchral stone;
By the vault, whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God;
Oh ! from earth to heaven restored.
Mighty re-ascended Lord,
Listen, listen to the cry
Of our solemn Litany! Amen.

Sir R. Grant.


Pange lingua gloriosi. i Now, my tongue, the mystery telling,

Of the glorious Body sing,
And the Blood, all price excelling,

Which the Gentiles' Lord and King,
In a virgin's womb once dwelling,

Shed for this world's ransoming,


Given for us, and condescending

To be born for us below,
He with men in converse blending

Dwelt the seed of truth to sow,
Till He closed with wondrous ending

His most patient life of woe.

3 That last night at supper lying,

'Mid the Twelve, His chosen band,
Jesus, with the Law complying,

Keeps the feast its rites demand;
Then, more precious Food supplying,

Gives Himself with His own Hand.

4 Word-made-Flesh the Bread He breaketh,

Maketh it His Body be ;
Wine, His Blood; which whoso taketh

Must from carnal thoughts be free;
Faith alone, though sight forsaketh,

Shows true hearts the mystery.
5 Therefore we before Him bending,

This great Sacrament revere :

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