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Christ dying, rising, and reigning.
Lo, Salem's daughters weep around !
2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two
For Him who groan'd beneath your load!
A thousand drops of richer blood !
The Lord of Glory dies for men!
4 The rising God forsakes the tomb,
Up to his Father's court he flies;
5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliv'rer reigns ;
6 Say, Live for ever, wondrous King,
Burn to redeem and strong to save!
161. Godly Sorrow arising from the Sufferings of Christ.
[Tune, Expiation. i Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sov'reign die?
For such a worm as I ?
He groan'd upon the tree?
And love beyond degree!
And shut his glories in,
For man the creature's sin !
While his dear cross appears;
heart in thankfulness,
The debt of love I owe;
'Tis all that I can do!
162. The Hopes of Heaven our Support under Trials
To mansions in the skies,
And dry my weeping eyes.
& Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurl'd, Then I can smile at Satan's rage
And face a frowning world.
And storms of sorrow fall,
My God, my heav'n, my all!
In seas of heav'nly rest,
Across my peaceful breast.
Who makes your cause his own;
Can ne'er be overthrown.
And feeble is your arm,
Beyond the reach of harm.
Or fainting shall not die;
Will aid you from on high.
Faith sees him always near;
Then what have you to fear?
5 As surely as he overcame
And triumph'd once for you,
Shall triumph in him too.
164. I sat down under his shadow with great delight.
[Tune, Sproxton. 1 SWEET WEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend;
From the sinner's dying Friend.
Mercy flow in streams of blood;
Plead and claim my peace with God. 2 Truly blessed is the station
Low before his cross to lie,
Floating in his languid eye.
I'm a miracle of grace!
With my tears his feet I'd bathe;
Life deriving from his death.
And himself more deeply know!
Christ our Strength.
Strength shall be equal to thy day;
Leaning on all-sufficient grace! 2 l glory in infirmity,
That Christ's own pow'r may rest on me; When I am weak then am I strong,
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song! 3 I can do all things, and can bear
All suff'rings, if my Lord be here;
While his left hand my head sustains. 4 Kindly he brings me to the place
Where stands the banquet of his grace;
The banner of his love will spread. 5 How shine those hands which on the tree
Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me!
Loaded with sins and agonies,
And wait to know his high command. 7 Jesus, thou everlasting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring;