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SUFFERINGS OF CHRIST.
And felt the earth beneath give way,
‘ This is the Son of God.’
6 Now let me lift my weeping eyes,
And to the cross repair,
The cross of woe, where Jesus dies.
And find salvation there.
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Gethsemane.
'1 ’ Hr IS midnight! and on Olive’s brow
* The star is dimmed that lofty shone.
’Tis midnight! in the garden now
The suffering Saviour prays alone.
2 ’Tis midnight! and from all removed,
Emmanuel wrestles lone with fears;
E’n the disciple that he loved
Heeds not his master’s griefs and tears,
3 ’Tis midnight! and for others’ guilt
The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt,
Is not forsaken by his God.
4 ’Tis midnight! from the heavenly plains
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the saviour’s woe
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A view of Christ on the Cross.
1 AS near to Calvary I pass,
Methinks I see a bloody cross.
Where a poor victim hangs;
His flesh with ragged irons tore,
His limbs all dressed in purple gore,
Gasping in dying pangs.
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