HYMN XIII. GOOD FRIDAY. "A man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief.” MARKED ye that low and troubled moan, Darkness around creation spreads, Isa. liii. 3. a Matt. xxvi. 36-46. Mark xiv. 32–42. Luke xxii. 41-44. b Matt. xxvii. 46. 50. Mark xv. 34. d Isa. liii. 4-6. c Luke xxiii. 44, 45. And see, those lips of wisdom close, Yet, ere their gentle accents cease, One sweet, last prayer they breathe of peace:"Father, forgive"-O words of love, Wafted on angels' wings above! e John xi. 35. f Luke xix. 41. g Ch. vii. 36-50. h Luke xxiii. 34. "Smite the Shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered." Zech. xiii. 7. "O ISRAEL'S Shepherd! where art Thou? Thy trembling sheep are fled, Terror and grief have scattered them, And every hope is dead." Whence are these murmuring sounds of grief? Who art thou mourning so? Is it thy Spirit, Jerusalem, Filling night's ear with woea? Alas! for thee, thou guilty one"! Thy deep iniquity By earth and heaven is mourned, but O, Satan hath blinded thee". © Jer. viii. 18-22; ix. 1. Lam. iii. 42-51. Ezek. ii. 10. Micah vi. 1-5. Hos. vi.; vii. 1. 11–16; xi. d Isa. xxii. 12-14. Jer. xiii. 16. 2 Cor. iii. 14. |