2 Ride on, ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die! O Christ, thy triumphs now begin, O'er captive death and conquered sin. 3 Ride on, ride on in majesty! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes, To see the approaching sacrifice. 4 Ride on, ride on in majesty! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh; The Father on his glorious throne Expects his own anointed Son! 225. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld. Christ's New Command to his Disciples. 1 Behold where, breathing love divine, Our dying Master stands! His weeping followers, gathering round, Receive his last commands. 2 "Blest is the man whose softening heart Feels all another's pain; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain; 3 "Peace from the bosom of his God, My peace to him I give; And when he kneels before his throne, His trembling soul shall live. 4 "To him protection shall be shown; And mercy from above Descend on those who thus fulfil The perfect law of love." 226. C. H. M. Hemans. The Agony in Gethsemane. 1 He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed, When but his Father's eye Looked, through the lonely garden's shade, On that dread agony: The Lord of high and heavenly birth Was bowed with sorrow unto death. 2 He knew them all,--the doubt, the strife, The faint perplexing dread; The mists that hang o'er parting life All darkened round his head; And the Deliverer knelt to pray; Yet passed it not, that cup, away. 3 It passed not, though the stormy wave Had sunk beneath his tread; It passed not, though to him the grave Had yielded up its dead; But there was sent him, from on high, A gift of strength, for man to die. 4 And was his mortal hour beset With anguish and dismay? How may we meet our conflict yet In the dark, narrow way? How, but through him that path who trod? "Save, or we perish, Son of God." 227. L. M. Montgomery. Christ's Passion. 1 The morning dawns upon the place, Where Jesus spent the night in prayer; Through brightening glooms behold his face, No form or comeliness is there. 2 Last eve by those he called his own, Betrayed, forsaken or denied, He met his enemies alone, In all their malice, rage, and pride. 3 But hark! he prays;--'tis for his foes; He speaks;--'tis comfort to his friends; Answers;--and Paradise bestows; "'Tis finished!"--here the conflict ends. 4 "Truly, this was the Son of God!" --Though in a servant's mean disguise, And bruised beneath the Father's rod, Not for himself,--for man he dies. 228. L. M. W. B. Tappan. Christ in Gethsemane.