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ved, Immanuel wrestles, lone with fears; E'en the disciple that He loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 'Tis midnight,--and for others' guilt The Man of sorrows weeps in blood; Yet He, who hath in anguish knelt, Is not forsaken by his God. 'Tis midnight,--and, from ether-plains, Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. --_W. B. Tappan_. {224} RIDE ON IN MAJESTY Ride on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die. O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin O'er captive death and conquered 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! The 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. --_H. H. Milman_. {225} CALVARY There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified Who died to save us all. We may not know, we cannot tell What pains He had to bear; But we believe it was for us He hung and suffered there. He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to Heaven, Saved by His precious blood. There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin; He only could unlock the gate Of Heaven, and let us in. O, dearly, dearly has He loved, And we must love Him, too, And trust in His redeeming blood, And try His works to do. --_Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander_. {226} THE VICTOR Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious, See the "Man of Sorrows" now; From the fight returned victorious, Every knee to Him shall bow: Crown Him, crown Him; Crowns become the Victor's brow. Crown the Saviour, angels, crown Him: Rich the trophies Jesus brings: In the seat of power enthrone Him, While the vault of Heaven rings: Crown Him, crown Him; Crown the Saviour "King of kings." Sinners in derision crowned Him, Mocking thus the Saviour's claim; Saints and angels
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