O'ER mountain tops the mount of By thy pow'r from from death to save;

And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.
5 Whene'er temptations fright my
Or lure my feet aside, [heart,
My God, thy powerful aid impart,
My guardian and my guide.
60 keep me in thy heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee;
And let me never, never stray
From happiness and thee.

HYMN 59. (C. M.)
JOW oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wander'd from the Lord!

Ho
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word!

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, "Return;"
Dear Lord, and may I come!
My vile ingratitude I mourn;
O, take the wand'rer home.
3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet
give,

And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardon'd rebel live

To speak thy wondrous love?

| PASSION WEEK, AND GOOD
FRIDAY.

HYMN 61. (III. 4.
Isaiah Ixiii. 1-4.

WHO is this that comes from Edom,

All his raiment stain'd with

blood,

To the captive speaking freedom,
Bringing and bestowing good;"
Glorious in the garb he wears,
Glorious in the spoil he bears?
2 Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
Tis the Saviour, O how glorious
Trav'lling onward in his might;

To his people is the sight!
Satan conquer'd, and the grave,
Jesus now is strong to save.

3 Why that blood his raiment stain
"Tis the blood of many s.ain; [ingt
for-Of his foes there's none remaining,
None, the contest to maintain:
Fall'n they are, no more to rise,
All their glory prostrate lies.
4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever,
Wear the crown so dearly won
Never shall thy people, never,

4 Almighty grace, thy healing power,
How glorious, how divine:
That can to life and bliss restore
So vile a heart as mine.

5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore;
O keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

HYMN 60. (L. M.)
THOU, to whose all searching
sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart; it looks to
thee,

O burst its bonds, and set it free!
2 Wash out its stains,remove its dross,
Bind my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought, let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.
3 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way;
No foes, no violence I fear,

No harm, while thou,my God, art near.
4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks iny heart in waves of wo,
Jesus, thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head,and cheer my heart.
5 Saviour! where'er thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untir'd, I follow thee:
O let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy bly hill.

See Hymns on Repentance.

Cease to sing what thou hast done! Thou hast fought thy people's foes; Thou hast heal'd thy people's woes!

HYMN 62. (L. M.) WHEN I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the cross of Christ, my God: All the vain things that charm me most,

I sacrifice them to thy blood,

3 See, from his head, his hands, his fect,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down,
Did ere such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose a Saviour's

crown?

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,

Love so amazing, so divine,

That were a tribute far too small;

Demands my life, my soul, my all.

HYMN 63. (C. M.) BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind

to the shameful tree; How vast the love that him inclin'd To bleed and die for me!

3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree, 4 No taunting foes the song require;

Why mute remains the sullen tongue, |3 There your exalted Savicur see,

And Zion's song delays to sing?

1 Cor. v. 8. Rom. vi. 9, 10, 11.
INCE Christ our Passover is slain,
A sacrifice for all,

SINO

Let all, with thankful hearts, agree
To keep the festival.

2 Not with the leaven, as of old,
Of sin and malice fed;
But with unfeign'd sincerity,

And truth's unleaven'd bread.
3 Christ being raised by power divine,
And rescu'd from the grave,
Shall die no more; death shall on him
No more dominion have.

4 For that he died, 'twas for our sins
He once vouchsaf'd to die:
But that he lives, he lives to God
For all eternity.

5 So count yourselves as dead to sin,
But graciously restor❜d,
And made, henceforth, alive to God,
Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

HYMN 69. (III. 1.)
CHRIST the Lord is ris'n to-day,
Sons of men and angels say:
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing ye heavens, and earth reply!
2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the vict'ry won:
Jesus' agony is o'er,

Darkness veiis the earth no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids him rise,
Christ hath open'd paradise.
4 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head
Made like him, like him we rise,-
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
(L. M.)

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HYMN 70.

Col. iii. 1, 2.

;

E faithful souls who Jesus know If risen indeed with him ye are, Superior to the joys below,

His resurrection's power declare: 2 Your faith by holy tempers prove, By actions show your sins forgiven, And scek the glorious things above, And foilow Christ. your head, to! heaven.

Seated at God's right hand again,
In all his Father's majesty,

In everlasting power to reign.
4 To him continually aspire,
Contending for your destin'd place
And emulate the angel choir,
And only live to love and praise
HYMN 71. (C. M.)

1 Cor. xv. 20, 21, 22. Col. iii. I.

CHRIST from the dead is rais'd

made

The First Fruits of the tomb; For, as by man came death, by man Did resurrection come.

2 For, as in Adam all mankind

Did guilt and death derive;
So, by the righteousness of Christ,
Shall all be made alive.

3 If then ye risen are with Christ,
Scek only how to get

The things which are above, where
At God's right hand is set. [Christ

ASCENSION.

HYMN 72. (L. M.)
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!

2 Ye saints approach! the anguish
view,

Of him who groans beneath your

load';

He gives his precious life for you,

For you lie sheds his precious blood, 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree! The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo! what sudden joys we see!

Jesus, the dead, revives again! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb; Up to his Father's court he flies; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies! 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell

How high our great Deliv'rer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,

And led the tyrant death in chains! 6 Say, "Live for ever, glorious King, "Born to redeem,instruct, and save!" Then ask-"O death, where is thy sting!

"And where thy victory, O grave.”

WHITSUNDAY.
HYMN 74. (C. M.)
COME, Holy Ghost! Creator, come,
Inspire these souls of thine;
Till every heart which thou hast made
Be filed with grace divine.

2 Thon art the Comforter, the gift
Of God, and fire of love;
The everlasting spring of joy,
And unction from above.

3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st
God's law in each true heart;
The promise of the Father, thou
Dost heavenly speech impart.
4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they
Thy sacred love embrace;
Assist our minds, by nature frail,
With thy celestial grace.

5 Drive far from us the mortal foc,
And give us peace within,
That, by thy guidance blest, we may
Escape the snares of sin.

6 Teach us the Father to confess,
And Son, from death reviv'd.
And thee, with both, O Holy Ghost,
Who art from both leriv'd

4 O God triune! to thee we owe
Our every thought, our every song,
And ever may thy praises flow
From saint and seraph's burniq
tongue!