True, I can't deserve to share.

In a favor so divine;

But since sin first fix'd Thee there,

None have greater sins than mine; And to this my woful plea, Witness thou, Gethsemane !

Sins against a holy God;

Sins against His righteous laws; Sins against His love, His blood, Sins against His name and cause, Sins immense as is the sea:

Hide me, O Gethsemane !

Saviour, all the stone remove

From my flinty, frozen heart;

Thaw it with the beams of love,

Pierce it with Thy mercy's dart ; Wound the heart that wounded Thee; Break it in Gethsemane !

AN ANCIENT HYMN FOR MAUNDAYTHURSDAY: FROM THE GERMAN.

N those dark hours of bitter woe,
When depths of agony

Bound Me to dust, I bade it flow

My blood, in streams for thee:

I stood alone, My hands were bound;
Beneath the scourge I stood;
From their long furrows to the ground.
Fast fell the Holy blood.

My child, oh, this was all for thee;
Oh, hast thou ever thought of Me ?

They put on Me a robe of scorn,
Bade thorns My crown to be;
I gladly bore it, could have borne
More still for love of thee;

They gave Me then the cross to bear,
And many a word was said

Against My holy name, but ne'er

Love from My heart ne'er fled. My child, oh, this was all for thee; Oh, hast thou ever thought of Me?

The Gentile's spear hath pierced My side;
Lo! from My heart within
Water and blood, a priceless tide,
Flow forth to cleanse from sin.
Have I left anything undone,

So thou by it might'st be

Brought back, My lost, My loved one?
Have I not died for thee?

My child, oh, this was all for thee;
Oh, hast thou ever thought of Me ?

For thee I was content to die,

To shame and anguish moved ;
And now, upon My throne on high
I love as then I loved;

To thee My flesh and blood are given -
The pure soul's mystic food-
And thou shalt be with Me in heaven

When thou hast pass'd death's flood.

My child, oh, this was all for thee;
Oh, hast thou ever thought of Me?

AT THE LORD'S FEAST.

COME, O Lord, to Thy dear face,
Weary and laden, seeking grace.

My God; my Refuge; show to me

Thy miracle of mercy free.

Behold me here before Thy throne,
Thou God in flesh and suffering shown,
To find my rest in Thee alone;
I feel the heavy weight of sin,
I long for peace, and here begin
To taste its heavenly feast within.

To Thee I pray, in hopeful trust,
All spotted o'er with earthly dust;
For Thou hast blotted out my stain,
And made me Thine own child again.
I think of all Thy suffering's power,
Thy precious words in Thy last hour,
Thine anguish mighty to redeem,
Thy heart's most precious saving stream,

To reconcile the world to Thee;

Emmanuel, God with us, with me.

Rejoice in Him, rejoice, my soul,

He makes thee new, and white, and whole;
He at His table bids thee rest,

In His dear Home a welcome guest.
Ere thou canst call, His answer mild
Replies to thee, "Take courage, child;
Thou art forgiven, in Me despised,
Into My death thou art baptized."
Arising from that healing flood
Praise with thy life His precious blood.

"Eternal life is now thy part.
By no false trust, or Satan's art,
By no delusive smile or frown,
Let man or devil take thy crown.
I make now My abode in thee;
I am the Vine abide in Me;
So shalt thou yield abundant fruit,
Growing in Me, thy stock and root."

Yes, Lord! my joy is in Thy Law,
Which kings and prophets never saw.