HYMN 22.

"IT is finish'd," sinners, hear it ;
'Tis the dying Victor's cry:
"It is finish'd," angels bear it,
Bear the joyful truth on high !
"It is finish'd!"

Tell it through the earth and sky!

Hear the Lord Himself declaring
All performed He came to do ;
Sinners, in yourselves despairing,
This is joyful news to you;
Jesus speaks it;

His are faithful words and true.

Crown the mighty Conq'ror, crown Him, Who all His people's foes o'ercame ! In the highest heaven enthrone Him ! Men and angels sound His fame! Hallelujah!

Glory to Immanuel's name!

HYMN 23.

ROCK of ages,

cleft for me!

Let me hide myself in Thee!

Let the water and the blood,

From Thy wounded side which flow'd,

Be of sin the double cure ;

Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r.

Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands:

Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Black, I to the fountain fly :
Wash me, Saviour, or I die !

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes are clos'd in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,-
Rock of ages, cleft for me!
Let me hide myself in Thee!

HYMN 24.

'TIS finish'd! the Messiah dies: Cut off for sins, but not His own! Accomplish'd is the sacrifice,

The great redeeming work is done.

Finish'd the first transgression is,
And purg'd the guilt of actual sin :
And everlasting righteousness

Is brought for all His people in.

'Tis finish'd, all my guilt and pain;
I want no sacrifice beside :

For me, for me, the Lamb is slain,
And I'm for ever justified.

Sin, death, and hell, are now subdu'd ;
All grace is now to sinners giv'n ;
And, lo, I plead th' atoning blood,
For pardon, holiness, and heav'n.

HYMN 25.

JESUS drinks the bitter cup,
The wine press treads alone :
Tears the graves and mountains up,
By His expiring groan,

So the power of heaven He shakes:
Nature in convulsion lies;
Earth's profoundest centre quakes;
The great Jehovah dies.

Well may heaven be clothed in black
And solemn sackcloth wear :

Jesu's agonies partake;

The hour of darkness share : Mourn the astonish'd hosts above; Silence saddens all the skies; Kindler of seraphic love,

The God of angels dies!

Weep o'er your desire and hope,

With tears of humblest love :

Sing, for Jesus is gone up,

And reigns enthron'd above:
Lives our Head, to die no more ;
Pow'r is all to Jesus given ;
Worshipp'd as He was before,
The inmortal King of heaven.

RESURRECTION.

HYMN 26.

"CHRIST the Lord is ris'n to day,"
Sons of men and angels say!
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing ye heav'ns, and earth reply.
Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won ;
Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lo! He sets in blood no more.

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids His rise,
Christ hath open'd Paradise.

Lives again our glorious King,
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once He died our souls to save,
Where thy victory, O grave?

King of glory! soul of bliss!
Everlasting life is this-

Thee to know-Thy pow'r to prove,
Thus to sing, and thus to love.

HYMN 27.

HE dies! the friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around :
A solemn darkness veils the skies;

A sudden trembling shakes the ground.