5 Jesu, may Thy promised blessing As our ever-glorious Lord. Amen. 7. Chandler. (tr.) I 89. WHEN I survey the wondrous Cross And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast Save in the death of Christ, my God; 3 See from His head, His hands, His feet 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were an offering far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my life, my soul, my all. I. Watts.* 90. I THOU, who, through this holy week, 2 Didst suffer for us all, The sick to heal, the lost to seek, To raise up them that fall; We cannot tell the bitter woe Thy love was pleased to bear ; 3 Thy feet the paths of suffering trod, 4 O grant us, Lord, with Thee to die, Grant us the things of earth to fly, 91. Venit e cœlo Mediator alto. ISION'S Daughter, weep no more, 2 Though thy troubled heart be sore; Brings thee everlasting rest. In a garden man became Heir of sin and death and shame; Jesus in a garden wins Life, and pardon for our sins; 3 There for us He intercedes; He may wipe our tears away. 4 Therefore to His Name be given I LORD Tuesday before Easter. 92. 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! 2 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, 4 Give us an ever living faith To gaze beyond the things we see ; Amen. W. W. How. 93. 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, I Ye that feel the Tempter's power, Watch with Him that bitter hour; 2 Follow to the judgment-hall, See the Lord of life arraign'd ; 3 Follow Him to Calvary's hill, See the Sacrifice complete ; "It is finished !" hear Him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. Amen. I 2 94. THIS day, remote from earth's rude noise, The Saviour dwelt in still retreat, Yet weighed upon that Righteous Soul And trembled at the awful blow. 3 "Father! O save me from this hour; 4 'Twas not the stripes, the Crown of thorn, 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. 95. A. Gurney. I SAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee Low we bend the adoring knee; When repentant to the skies |