14. What extatic scenes of life, What triumphing joy of glory? What transportings after strife, When that's past, what's transitory? At this promis'd expectation, 1. Hymn 71. Head so full of bruises, So full of pain and scorn, 'Midst other sore abuses Mock'd with a crown of thorn! O head ere now surrounded With brightest majesty, In death now bow'd and wounded! 2. Thou countenance transcendent, 3. Thy cheeks, through heavy dolor, Thy lips depriv'd of color, Spoke heav'nly truth to man: Thy body, ah! how wasted! Death's horrors did reduce Thy strength, and quite exhausted 4. O Lord, what thee tormented, 6. O what a consolation Doth in my heart take place, 7. I give thee thanks unfeigned, When thou for me didst bleed. Grant me to lean unshaken Upon thy faithfulness, Until from hence I'm taken To see thee face to face. 1. Hymn 72. World, see thy Creator Upon the cursed tree! Like others of the human race. Of all thy bruises, stripes and bands. A crown of thorns thou wearest, All scorn and pain thou bearest, With patience never known before. 5. Into death's jaws thus leaping, Provid'st for my escaping, That I its sting mayn't prove. My curse and condemnation Thou bear'st for my salvation: O most un-heard of flame of love! 6. The highest obligations Bind me through all life's stations, Weak as I am and feeble, I'll yield thee service willingly, 7. Whilst here on earth I'm living, Deep in my heart engrav'd remain. 8. Its fresh representation Shall raise my admiration, Where'er I turn or move. I'll take it for a mirror Of innocence, for terror To guilt, but seal of truth and love. 9. How greatly man incenses This will I by thy sufferings learn. 10. From thence I'll be taught truly, How to be pure and holy, Resign'd, compos'd and still; How patiently to suffer, When any to me offer Rude acts of malice and ill will. 10. I'll be my flesh denying, And gladly crucifying, With Christ, each sinful lust. What, in thy sight is odious I'll leave howe'er commodious, By help and strength which thou bestow'st. 10. Thy sighs and groans unnumber'd, Convey me to thy arms and breast. 1. 4. THE RESURECTION OF CHRIST. Hymn 73. г. M. The resurrection of Christ, Luke xxvi. 34. YES The Saviour left the dead And o'er our hellish foes a; High rais'd his conq'ring head; And sink away. 2. Lo! the angelic bands 3. Then back to heav'n they fly, The joyful news to bear. What music fills the air! Their anthems say, "Jesus who bled "Hath left the dead; 4. Ye mortals catch the sound, The globe, on which you dwell; "Jesus who bled "Hath left the dead, |