8. Grant through each day of life, With Thee, when morning breaks, G. Monroe. 173. I. The Beauty of the Lord. HOW beauteous were the marks divine That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Lamb of God. 2. O! who like Thee, so calm, so bright, 3. O! who like Thee, so humbly bore 4. And death, that sets the prisoner free, L.M. A. C. Coxe. 174. They Crucified Him. L.M. I. SEVEN times He spake, seven words of love; And all three hours His silence cried For mercy on the souls of men : Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 2. O break, O break, hard heart of mine! Thy weak self-love and guilty pride His Pilate and His Judas were: Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 3. A broken heart, a fount of tears, 4. O love of God! O sin of man! In this dread act your strength is tried, Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. Frederick William Faber. 175. I. Christ Crucified. ORD Jesus, when we stand afar, In love of Thee and scorn of self, 2. When we behold Thy bleeding wounds, 3. O holy Lord! uplifted high, With outstretched arms, in mortal woe, 4. Give us an ever-living faith L.M. W. Walsham How. 176. Why hast Thou Forsaken Me? 1. THRONED upon the awful tree, I. King of grief! I watch with Thee; 2. Silent through these three dread hours, 3. Lord, should fear and anguish roll Thou, who once wast thus bereft That Thine own might ne'er be left― In the gloom to know Thee nigh. 6.75. J. Ellerton. 177. I. FOES Stabat Mater. OES were wrought to cruel madness; 2. At its foot her foot she planted, 3. Poets oft have sung her story, 8.8.7. 178. I. 4. But no worship, song, or glory, Mary stood the Cross beside. 5. And when under fierce oppression 6. But if love be there, true-hearted, Mary stands the Cross beside. Perfect through Suffering. T is finished !" Man of sorrows, "IT W. J. Fox. From Thy Cross our frailty borrows 2. While extended there we view Thee, 3. Not in vain for us uplifted, 4 Lifted high amid the ages, 5. Still to Thee, whose love unbounded 6. Honoured be Thy Cross for ever, Whither Thou hast gone before. 8.8.7. F. H. Hedge. 179. 180. I. Good Friday. I. DAY of loss and day of gain, Day of peace and day of pain, We would think of Thee again! 2. Then did death, which struck so high, In the hour of victory; 3. Christ, on the accursed tree. 4. Wonder of all wonders known! Made the whole world's sins His own! 5. Day of loss and day of gain, We would think of Thee again! 7.7 7. J. S, B. Monsell. The Crown of Thorns. 7.6.7.6. D. SACRED Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, So scornfully surrounded, With thorns Thine only crown,- 2. What language shall I borrow |