R Christ Crucified. DEAN MILMAN. IDE on ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry; Thine humble beast pursues his road, With palms and scatter'd garments strew'd. Ride on ! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die : O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin Ride on ride on in majesty ! The winged squadrons of the sky Ride on ride on in majesty! The last and fiercest strife is nigh: The Father on His sapphire Throne Ride on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die; Bow Thy meek Head to mortal pain, Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign. Thou art with Me. Psalm xxiii. 4. J. E. CARPENTER.-Music by J. R. Thomas. HOU art with me, ever with me, ΤΗ Lord of mercy, King of might! In the sunshine of the morning, In the darkness of the night. Calvary. In sickness, when the shadow Of the grave was on my brow, Thy Word the staff I leant on, And in health my comfort now. Thou art with me, ever with me, In the hour of my affliction Thou art by my soul to cheer: For Thy Cross the portals open'd, ΤΗ Calvary. BISHOP HEBER. HE Lord of might, from Sinai's brow, Gave forth His voice of thunder, And Israel lay on earth below, Outstretch'd in fear and wonder: Beneath His feet was pitchy night, And at His left hand and His right The rocks were rent asunder. The Lord of Love on Calvary, And meet His Father's anger. T 289 The Lord of Love, the Lord of Might, Shall back return to claim His right Great God, what do I See and Hear? [Frequently called "LUTHER'S HYMN." The first verse from the German of BENJAMIN RINGWALD; succeeding three by Dr W. B. COLLYER.] GR REAT God, what do I see and hear? The end of things created! The Judge of mankind doth appear On clouds of glory seated! The trumpet sounds; the graves restore The dead in Christ are first to rise, To meet the Saviour in the skies On those prepared to meet Him. Far over space, to distant spheres, gone; They shake before the Judge's throne, My Cross. Stay, fancy, stay, and close thy wings, One wondrous sight my comfort brings, When heaven and earth shall pass away, My Cross. REV. HENRY FRANCIS LYTE. JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow Thee; Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be: Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still my own! Let the world despise and leave me, They have left my Saviour too; Human hearts and looks deceive me; Thou art not, like them, untrue: Go, then, earthly fame and treasure! 291 I have call'd Thee, Abba, Father! Man may trouble and distress me, While Thy love is left to me! Take, my soul, thy full salvation; What a Saviour died to win thee! Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine? Haste, then, on from grace to glory, Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there! Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope soon change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise ! |