Christ's Sufferings and Victories.

Now in the hour of deep distress, My God! support thy Son, When horrors dark my soul oppress, Oh! leave me not alone!

Thus did our suffering Savior pray, With mighty cries and tears; God heard him, in that dreadful day, And banished far his fears. Great was the victory of his death, His throne's exalted high; And all the kindreds of the earth Shall worship,—or shall die.

The meek and humble soul shall see His table richly spread; And all that seek the Lord shall be, With joys immortal, fed.

The isles shall know the righteousness Of our incarnate God; And nations, yet unborn, possess Salvation in his blood.