"Blessed One! Thy passion's o'er,
Thou wilt bleed and die no more;
No more heard that bitter cry,
"Eli, lama sabachthani! "

Thou wast, in the sinner's stead,
By Thy love to Calvary led;
There didst die upon the tree,
That the guilty might go free.

All " the darkness " now is past,
And "the veil is rent " at last;
Thou hast burst the bands of death,
Showing its atoning worth.

Thou art now in glory bright,
Far from Calvary's darkest night;
No more to be "led " that way,
But abide in cloudless day.

Thine atoning work is done,
Never more to be begun;
" They of faith," in Thee complete,
And, through grace, for glory meet.

Thou wilt come to take them there;
Joyful meeting "in the air"!
Thou wilt lead them into rest,-
They with Thee forever blest !

Blessed One! Thy passion's o'er,
Thou wilt bleed and die no more;
No more heard that bitter cry,
"Eli, lama sabachthani! "

R. H.

May 18th, 1895.