He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of His grace
To enrich the humble poor.

Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy belovèd name.

PHILIP DODDRIDGE.

EPIPHANY.

BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning,

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid!

Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!

Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining;

Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall;

Angels adore Him in slumber reclining— Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.

Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,

Odors of Edom, and offerings divineGems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean?

Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?

Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would His favor se

cure;

Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the

poor.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine

aid!

Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!

REGINALD HEBER.

GETHSEMANE.

Go to dark Gethsemane,

Ye that feel the tempter's power; Your Redeemer's conflict see,

Watch with Him one bitter hour; Turn not from His griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray!

Follow to the judgment-hall

View the Lord of life arraign'd; Oh, the wormwood and the gall,

Oh, the pangs his soul sustain'd! Shun not suffering, shame, or lossLearn of Him to bear the cross!

Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, adoring at His feet,
Mark that miracle of time-

God's own sacrifice complete! "It is finish'd!"-hear the cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

Early hasten to the tomb

Where they laid his breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom;

Who hath taken Him away? Christ is risen! He meets our eyes! Saviour, teach us so to rise!

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

CHRIST CRUCIFIED.

"And was crucified for us under Pontius Pilate;
He suffered, and was buried."

RIDE on, ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry!
Thine humble beast pursues his road,
With palms and scatter'd garments strow'd.

Ride on ride on in majesty!
O Christ! Thy triumphs now begin
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
O'er captive Death and conquer'd Sin.
Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching Sacrifice.

Ride on! ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on His sapphire throne
Expects His own anointed Son.

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!

HENRY HART MILMAN.

BOUND UPON TH' ACCURSÈD TREE.

BOUND upon th' accursed tree,
Faint and bleeding, who is He?
By the eyes so pale and dim,
Streaming blood, and writhing limb,
By the flesh, with scourges torn,
By the crown of twisted thorn,
By the side, so deeply pierced,
By the baffled burning thirst,
By the drooping death-dew'd brow,
Son of Man! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou!

Bound upon th' accursèd tree,
Dread and awful, who is He?
By the sun at noonday pale,
Shivering rocks, and rending veil,
By earth, that trembles at His doom,
By yonder saints, that burst their tomb,
By Eden, promised ere He died
To the felon at His side,
Lord, our suppliant knees we bow;
Son of God! 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou!

Bound upon th' accursed tree,
Sad and dying, who is He?
By the last and bitter cry,
The ghost given up in agony,
By the lifeless body laid
In the chamber of the dead,
By the mourners, come to weep
Where the bones of Jesus sleep;
Crucified! we know Thee now;
Son of Man! 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou!

Bound upon th' accursed tree,
Dread and awful, who is He?
By the prayer for them that slew,
"Lord, they know not what they do!"
By the spoil'd and empty grave,
By the souls He died to save,
By the conquest He hath won,
By the saints before His throne,
By the rainbow round His brow,
Son of God! 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou!

HENRY HART MILMAN.

WE SING THE PRAISE OF HIM WHO DIED.

WE sing the praise of Him who died, Of Him who died upon the cross; The sinner's hope let men deride,

For this we count the world but loss. Inscribed upon the cross we see,

In shining letters, God is Love; He bears our sins upon the tree,

He brings us mercy from above. The Cross! it takes our guilt away; It holds the fainting spirit up; It cheers with hope the gloomy day, And sweetens every bitter cup; It makes the coward spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for fight; It takes its terror from the grave,

And gilds the bed of death with light; The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner's refuge here below, The angels' theme in heaven above.

THOMAS KELLY.

GLORYING IN THE CROSS.

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. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast

Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of Nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.

ISAAC WATTS.

THE LORD IS RISEN. CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day, Son of men and angels say: Raise your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.

CHRIST RISEN.

"And the third day He rose again, according to the Scriptures."

AGAIN the Lord of Life and Light
Awakes the kindling ray,
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

Oh what a night was that which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!
Oh what a sun, which broke this day
Triumphant from the tomb!

This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.

The powers of darkness leagued in vain
To bind His soul in death;
He shook their kingdom, when He fell,
With his expiring breath.

And now His conquering chariot-wheels
Ascend the lofty skies;

While broke beneath His powerful cross
Death's iron sceptre lies.

Exalted high at God's right hand,
The Lord of all below,

Through Him is pardoning love dispensed,
And boundless blessings flow.

And still for erring, guilty man
A Brother's pity flows;

And still His bleeding heart is touch'd
With memory of our woes.

To Thee, my Saviour and my King,
Glad homage let me give;
And stand prepared like Thee to die,
With Thee that I may
live!

ANNA LETITIA BARBAuld.

CORONATION.

"ALL hail the power of Jesus' name!

Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem,

To crown Him Lord of all!

"Let high-born seraphs tune the lyre,

And, as they tune it, fall Before His face who tunes their choir,

And crown Him Lord of all!

"Crown Him, ye morning stars of light
Who fix'd this floating ball;
Now hail the Strength of Israel's might,
And crown Him Lord of all!

"Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God,

Who from His altar call; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,

And crown Him Lord of all!

"Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,

Ye ransom'd of the fall, Hail Him who saves you by His grace,

And crown Him Lord of all!

"Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line,
Whom David Lord did call,
The God incarnate, man divine;
And crown Him Lord of all!

"Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall,
Go spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all!

"Let every tribe and every tongue
That bound creation's call,

Now shout, in universal song,
THE CROWNED LORD OF ALL!"
EDWARD PERRONET.

PSALM LXXII.

HAIL to the Lord's Anointed,
Great David's greater Son!
Hail, in the time appointed,

His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To let the captive free,
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

He comes with succor speedy

To those who suffer wrong; To help the poor and needy,

And bid the weak be strong: To give them songs for sighing,

Their darkness turn to light, Whose souls, condemn'd and dying, Were precious in His sight.

He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth,
And love, joy, hope, like flowers,
Spring in His path to birth;
Before Him, on the mountains,
Shall Peace, the herald, go,
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.

Arabia's desert-ranger

To Him shall bow the knee; The Ethiopian stranger

His glory come to see: With offerings of devotion

Ships from the isles shall meet, To pour the wealth of ocean In tribute at His feet.

Kings shall fall down before Him,
And golden incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,

His praise all people sing;
For He shall have dominion
O'er river, sea, and shore;
Far as the eagle's pinion,

Or dove's light wing, can soar.

For Him shall prayer unceasing,
And daily vows ascend,
His kingdom still increasing,

A kingdom without end:
The mountain-dews shall nourish

A seed, in weakness sown,

Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,

And shake like Lebanon.

O'er every foe victorious

He on His throne shall rest From age to age more glorious, All blessing and all-blest: The tide of time shall never

His covenant remove; His Name shall stand for ever, That Name to us is Love. JAMES MONTGOMERY.

PSALM LXXII.

JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

For Him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown His Head;
His Name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.

People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on His love with sweetest song,
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His Name.
Blessings abound where'er He reigns;
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.

Where He displays His healing power,
Death and the curse are known no more;
In Him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.

Let every creature rise, and bring
Peculiar honors to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the long Amen!

ISAAC WATTS.

HAIL, THOU ONCE-DESPISÈD JESUS!

HAIL, Thou once-despisèd Jesus!

Hail, thou Galilean King!
Thou didst suffer to release us,

Thou didst free salvation bring:
Hail, thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame;
By Thy merits we find favor;
Life is given through Thy Name!

Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,

All our sins were on Thee laid; By Almighty Love anointed,

Thou hast full atonement made: All Thy people are forgiven

Through the virtue of Thy Blood; Open'd is the gate of heaven;

Peace is made 'twixt man and God.

Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide ;

All the heavenly hosts adore Thee,
Seated at Thy Father's side.
There for sinners Thou art pleading;
There Thou dost our place prepare ;

Ever for us interceding

Till in glory we appear.

Worship, honor, power, and blessing,

Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give!
Help, ye bright angelic spirits,

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; Help to sing our Saviour's merits,

Help to chant Immanuel's praise! Soon we shall, with those in glory,

His transcendent grace relate; Gladly sing the amazing story

Of His dying love so great: In that blessed contemplation

We for evermore shall dwell, Crown'd with bliss and consolation, Such as none below can tell.

JOHN BAKEWELL.

MY FAITH LOOKS UP TO THEE.

My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,

Saviour divine!

Now hear me while I pray :
Take all my guilt away;
Oh let me from this day

Be wholly Thine!

May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,

My zeal inspire!

As Thou hast died for me,
Oh may my love to Thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire!

While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my Guide!
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From Thee aside.

When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold sullen stream

Shall o'er me roll,

Blest Saviour! then in love
Fear and distrust remove;
Oh bear me safe above,

A ransom'd soul!

RAY PALMER.