5. Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labour of his life was love;

If, then, we love the Saviour's name,
Let his divine example move.

89 L. M. Example in Sufferings. DODDRIDGE. FATHER divine, the Saviour cried, While horrors pressed on every side,

And prostrate on the ground he lay,
Remove this bitter cup away :

2. But, if these pangs must still be borne, Or helpless man be left forlorn,

I bow my soul before thy throne,

And say, Thy will, not mine be done.'
3. Thus our submissive souls would bow,
And, taught by Jesus, lie as low;
Our hearts and not our lips alone,
Would say, 'Thy will, not ours be done.'
4. Then, though like him in dust we lie,
We'll view the blissful moment nigh,
Which, from our portion in his pains,
Calls to the joy in which he reigns.

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C. M. Prayer in the Garden.

HAWEIS.

DARK was the night, and cold the ground
On which the Lord was laid;

His sweat, like drops of blood, ran down ;
In agony he prayed;-

2. Father! remove this bitter cup,

If such thy sacred will;

'If not, content to drink it up,

Thy pleasure I fulfil!'

3. Go to the garden, sinner! see
These precious drops that flow!
The heavy load he bore for thee-
For thee he lies so low!

4. Then learn of Him the cross to bear,
Thy Father's will obey;

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And when temptations sore draw near,
Awake to watch and pray.

C. M. Jesus a man of sorrows.

BEHOLD! the Son of God appears,
To save from sin and wo;

He leaves his radiant throne on high,
To dwell with men below.

2. Clothing himself with mortal flesh,
He flies to our relief;

Sorrows his chief acquaintance were,
And his companion, grief.

3. From Bethlehem's inn to Calvary's cross, Affliction marked his road;

And many a weary step he took,
To bring us back to God.

4. How keen the anguish and the smart,
That pained his holy mind!
When all the powers of earth and hell
Against him were combined.

5. But oh, how dark the awful hour,
When on the cross he cried,

''Tis finished,'-the full ransom's paid: Then bowed his head, and died.

6. And did my Saviour thus expire,
Nailed to the accursed tree?
To him I give my soul away,
Who lived, and died for me.

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L. M. Death of Christ.-STEELE.
STRETCHED on the cross the Saviour dies,
Hark! his expiring groans arise!

See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide!
2. But life attends the deathful sound,
And flows from every bleeding wound;
The vital stream, how free it flows,
To save and cleanse his rebel foes!

3. And didst thou bleed !- for sinners bleed!
And could the sun behold the deed?
No! he withdrew his sickening ray,
And darkness veiled the mourning day.
4. Can I survey this scene of wo,

Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
And yet my heart unmoved remain,
Insensible to love or pain?

5. Come, dearest Lord! thy grace impart,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart;
Till all its powers and passions move,
In melting grief and ardent love.

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L. M. Behold the Man.

YE that pass by, behold the Man!

The Man of griefs condemned for you; The Lamb of God, for sinners slain! Weeping, to Calvary pursue.

2. His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear;
With nails they fasten to the wood-
His sacred limbs-exposed and bare,
Or only covered with his blood.

3. See there! his temples crowned with thorns,
His bleeding hands extended wide,
His streaming feet, transfixed and torn,
The fountain gushing from his side.

4. Thou dear, thou suffering Son of God,-
How doth thy heart to sinners move!
Sprinkle on us thy precious blood,
And melt us with thy dying love.

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C. M. It is finished.

BEHOLD the Saviour on the cross,
A spectacle of wo!

See from his agonizing wounds,

The blood incessant flow!

2. 'Tis finished !'-was his latest voice;

These sacred accents o'er,

He bowed his head, gave up

And suffered pain no more.

the ghost,

3. "Tis finished!-the Messiah dies
For sins, but not his own;
The great redemption is complete,
And Satan's power o'erthrown.

4. 'Tis finished !-now his groans are past;
His blood, his pains, and toils
Have fully vanquished all our foes,
And crowned him with their spoils.

5. "Tis finished!-legal worship ends,
The shadows flee away;
While grace and truth resplendent shine,
To bless the gospel-day.

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HARK! the voice of love and
Sounds aloud from Calvary!

FRANCIS.

mercy

See, it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky.
'It is finished!'
Hear the dying Saviour cry!

2. It is finished!-O what pleasure
Do these charming words afford!
Heavenly blessings without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
It is finished!-

Saints, the dying words record.

3. Finished all the types and shadows,
Of the ceremonial law !

Finished all that God had promised;
Death and hell no more shall awe.
It is finished !—

Saints, from hence your comfort draw.

4. Tune your harps anew, ye Seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All in earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name.
Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!