2 Follow to the judgment-hall, View the Lord of life arraigned; O the wormwood and the gall! O the griefs his soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; Learn of him to bear the cross! 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, admiring at his feet, Mark that miracle of time, Love's own sacrifice complete; "It is finished," hear him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die! 144. 7s. M. Anonymous. Strength Through Christ's Sufferings. 1 When my love to Christ grows weak, When for deeper faith I seek, Then in thought I go to thee, Garden of Gethsemane! 2 There I walk amid the shades, While the lingering twilight fades, See that suffering, friendless One Weeping, praying there alone. 3 When my love for Christ grows weak, When for stronger faith I seek, Hill of Calvary! I go To thy scenes of fear and woe;-- 4 There behold his agony, Suffered on the bitter tree; See his anguish, see his faith; Love triumphant still in death. 5 Then to life I turn again, Learning all the worth of pain, Learning all the might that lies In a full self-sacrifice. 145. 8 & 7s. M. Bowring. Glorying in the Cross. 1 In the cross of Christ we glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life overtake us, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy; Never shall the cross forsake us, Lo! it glows with peace and joy! 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon our way; From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more lustre to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. 5 In the cross of Christ we glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 146. L. M. Emily Taylor. Looking to Jesus. 1 If love, the noblest, purest, best, If truth, all other truth above, May claim return from every breast, O, surely Jesus claims our love! 2 There's not a hope with comfort fraught, Triumphant over death and time, But Jesus mingles in that thought, Forerunner of our course sublime. 3 His image meets us in the hour Of joy, and brightens every smile; We see him, when the tempests lower, Each terror soothe, each grief beguile. 4 We see him in the daily round Of social duty, mild and meek; With him we tread the hallowed ground, Communion with our God to seek.