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I.

Oh, make me Thine for ever!
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
Outlive my love to Thee!

3. In this Thy bitter passion,
Good Shepherd, think of me
With Thy most sweet compassion,
Unworthy though I be:
Beneath Thy cross abiding,
For ever would I rest;

In Thy dear love confiding,
And with Thy presence blest.

St. Bernard of Clairvaux, tr. John Mason Neale.

It is Finished.

IT is finished"—all the pain,
All the sorrow, all the strain;
Death has freed the Lord of life

From the burden of His strife.

2. "It is finished"-all the days,

Led through many weary ways;
Now at last His eyelids close
On the hatred of His foes.

3. "It is finished"-all the love,
Deep as His that dwells above;
Saving others, all He gave,
But Himself He would not save.

4.

"It is finished"-Hark! the cry,
Uttered in love's agony,

Is the seal, below, above,

Of the Victory of Love.

75.

Stopford A. Brooke.

182.

The Fellowship of Suffering. 10.10.10.10. I. THE crown, the palm of saints in Paradise, Our striving spirits do not crave to win. Breathe-in Thy cup, O Christ, of agoniesBreathe Thy deep love, and let us drink therein. 2. To weep as Thou hast wept, we ask no more,

183.

Be ours the sorrows that were known to Thee; To the bright heavens we have no strength to soar, But we would find Thee on Thy Calvary.

Love and Sorrow.

William Smith.

I. 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. 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?

3. Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

L.M.

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I.

Our Calvary.

Isaac Watts.

10.4.10.4.

GOD draws a cloud over each gleaming morn :

Would we ask why?

It is because all noblest things are born

In agony.

2. Only upon some cross of pain or woe God's sons may lie ;

Each soul redeemed from sense and sin must know Its Calvary.

3. He never sends a joy not meant in love,
Still less a pain :

Our gratitude the sunlight falls to move;
Our faith the rain.

4. In His hands we are safe. We falter on
Through storm and mire:

Above, beside, around us, there is One
Will never tire.

5. What though we fall, and bruised and wounded lie, Our lips in dust?

God's arm shall lift us up to victory:
In Him we trust.

6. For neither life, nor death, nor things below,

I. SIGN of a glorious life afar,

The holy Cross with joy we take,

Sign of a peace strife could not mar,
Sign of a faith death could not shake.

2. It tells how Truth once crucified,

Now throned in majesty doth reign;
How Love is blessed and glorified,

That once on earth was mocked and slain.

3. Up, children of the Cross! and dare
Follow where Jesus goes before;

Be strong to take, be strong to bear,
For love and right the Cross He bore.

L. A. Gotter.

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I.

ANI

The Last Renunciation.

II.IO.II.IO.

ND now, belovéd Lord, Thy soul resigning Into Thy Father's arms with conscious will, Calmly, with reverend grace, Thy head inclining, The throbbing brow and labouring breast are still. 2. Freely Thy life Thou yieldest, meekly bending E'en to the last beneath our sorrows' load, Yet strong in death, in perfect peace commending Thy spirit to Thy Father and Thy God.

3. Dear Saviour, in mine hour of mortal anguish, When earth grows dim, and round me falls the

night,

Oh breathe Thy peace, as flesh and spirit languish; At that dread eventide let there be light.

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I.

Eliza T Alderson.

Strength from the Cross.

To the Cross, O Lord, we bear
All the spirit's darker care ;

By the sense of sin oppressed,

At the Cross we seek our rest.

2. There the way of peace appears,

Calm and bright 'mid strife and tears;

There the spirit's rest we see,

Found alone, O God, in Thee.

7S.

3. By the patience of Thy Son,

By the prayer, "Thy will be done,"
By the love, so strong in death,
Blessing with the latest breath,

4. Teach us, Lord; our souls inspire;
Kindle fresh the sacred fire;

Melt our hardness, end our pride,
Make us one with Him who died.

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I.

Fellowship in Suffering.

WHEN

Thomas Hincks.

75.

HEN our heads are bowed with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow,
When we mourn the lost, the dear,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

2. Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear;
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

3. Thou hast bowed the dying head,
Thou the blood of life hast shed,
Thou hast filled a mortal bier;
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

4. When the heart is sad within
With the thought of all its sin,
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

5. When the solemn death-bell tolls
For our swift departing souls,
When our final doom is near,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

H. H. Milman