The filmed eye, which ne'er Received a beam of light, To all the bliss of sight : E’en terror's king himself, Confesses thee his Lord, Whene'er he hears thy word:“ Arise ! come forth," the dead revives, He quits his shroud-again he lives! And yet thy love, my King, Is equal to thy power, My trembling soul adore, How tender to his friends! In condescension sweet, To wash his people's feet! What sorrows him beset! What agony profound ! Fast falling to the ground ! And all for me; and watched and prayed, And " had not where to lay his head!” But lo! a crown of thorns Circles his sacred head! He's to the judgment led; Then what terrific sights, My staring eyes appal! I see the Lord of all, Nature beholds the scene, With wonder and affright; The sun withdraws his light ! In agony he' prays, (What love and beauty too) “ Father, forgive the sin, They know not what they do ;" And “ it is finished," now he cries! And for me bows his head and dies ! But vain thy efforts, death! Vain all thy mighty bars! “The dead revives again;" Silenced be all my fears! He rides upon a cloud For he to heaven ascends; All beautiful to me, As Prophet, Priest, and King; That all thy grace may sing; To see thy beauty still there's room, “ And whosoever will, may come.” HYMN When, O my God, my eyes survey, That leads to bliss above: And feel that God is love. Ere sun, or moon, or star had shone, Or earth on nothing hung; Or morning stars had sung: Ere Gabriel before thee stood Eternity's profound, · A glorious ransom found. I love to visit Bethlehem's plains, That broke night's stillness there;I join the shout—the enraptured cry, “ All glory be to God on high, Immanuel is here !" I love my Saviour's life to read; My thoughts delight afford; In th' annals of my Lord. I love to climb Mount Calvary, Dying, though Lord of all; Mine were the sins that nailed him there, The vinegar and gall. Jesus was born, has suffered, died, To save our souls from death; While ye have life or breath. Mount Sinai once alarmed my soul, How dreadful was the place! And touch its trembling base. Angels who knew not sin, may raise And swell the shouts above; We'll sing redeeming love. HE SHOWED THEM HIS HANDS AND HIS FEET. LUKE XXIV. 40. Arouse my soul and sing his praise And blesses all my store; |