by S. Alexander (N. Ireland)
They bargained and set a price,
For my Saviour and my Lord,
Thirty pieces of silver
Was all they would afford.
They sought for an occasion
To complete the awful deed,
The kiss of the betrayer
Was the given sign and seal.
The twelve were met together
In that large upper room,
My Lord, He was
desiring
To eat with them the Lamb.
’Twas there He said to Judas,
“What thou doest quickly do,”
The man went out and left them,
Vile interests to pursue.
‘Twas in the late, late evening,
In the place where prayer was made,
That the rebel band they took Him
With lanterns, swords and staves,
Unto the High Priest’s Palace
Where mocking then began,
And thence to Pilate’s judgment hall
Where He was tried and scorned.
Oh, I would think of Peter,
Who watching from afar,
Denied the Blessed Saviour,
As he warmed around the fire.
I gaze upon that thorn crowned brow,
The face me-thinks I see,
The look of piety and the voice
That said “Remember ME.”
Away, away with Him,
The rebel voices roar,
Barabbas was the people’s choice,
God’s Son they want no more.
They took Him up the hillside,
His cross partway He bore,
And then they nailed Him to it
A spectacle and more.
To think that in God’s purpose,
In His redemption’s plan,
His only Son should die this death
To rescue guilty man.
For surely God did hide His face
And deal with Him as sin,
The punishment I should have borne
Was meted out to Him.
In agonies and blood He cried
“’Tis finished”
— I go free
Because by faith I drank it in
That Jesus died for me.
Oh now, to be like Mary
Who sought and thought Him gone,
To worship and adore the One
Who wore the crown of thorn,
To take my box of ointment
To pour it at His feet,
To love the One who died for me
This is communion sweet.
We are not dissatisfied with earth, but simply unsatisfied here, and longing to see Him.
- W. Trew
Son — Heb. 1.1-8.
Servant — Matt.12.14-21.
Saviour — Acts 5.30-32.
Shepherd — Heb.13.20&21.
Sovereign — Rev.19.11-21.
by H. A. Barnes (England)