5 Jesu, may Thy promised blessing
Comfort to our souls afford,
May we, now Thy love possessing,
And at length our full reward,
Ever praise Thee,

As our ever-glorious Lord. Amen.

7. Chandler. (tr.)

I

89.

WHEN I survey the wondrous Cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast

Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most
I sacrifice them to His blood.

3 See from His head, His hands, His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

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 ;
O Lamb of God, we only know
That all our hopes are there.

3 Thy feet the paths of suffering trod,
Thy hands the victory won;
What shall we render to our God
For all that He hath done?

4 O grant us, Lord, with Thee to die,
With Thee to rise anew;

Grant us the things of earth to fly,
The things of heaven pursue. Amen.
J. M. Neale.*

91.

Venit e cœlo Mediator alto.

ISION'S Daughter, weep no more,

2

Though thy troubled heart be sore;
He of whom the Psalmist sung,
He who woke the Prophet's tongue,
Christ, the Mediator blest,

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;
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.

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,
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.

93.

1 Go to dark Gethsemane,

I

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.
J. Montgomery.

I

2

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.

95.

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;