The Mankato free press. [volume] (Mankato, Blue Earth County, Minn.) 1879-1924, 1905-08-18

Praying, and bleeding upon the ground,
the blessed Savior lay,
Judas betrayed His Lord, with a kiss,
rushing Him to the town
With lantern and stave. the crowds
run and rave just as the sun went
Toiling, and bleeding up Calvary's hill,
fainting along the road,
Gods gracious promises to fulfill. He
bore our guilty load,
Dumb. to the slaughter the Lamb was
led as heav'n and earth did frown.
Paying our debt, with His bloody
sweat, just as the sun went down.
Like to a sinner the sinners place, He
took upon that tree,
Bearing the penalty, and disgrace of
death and hell for me.
Foes did deride, yet made in His side,
fountain of renOwn,
All may plunge in. it was opened for
sin. just as the sun went down.
Well might the sun in darkness hide as
Christ hung there and bled
The veil of the temple be rent in twain
graves give up their dead.
Well might the lightning the rabble
scare,-thunder their curses drown,
Incarnate God. was shedding His blood.
just the sun went down.
Making atonement. a world to free the
Lamb on the cross was nailed.
Father, forgive them He cried to
heav'n. Jew and Gentle rallied.
He took the old thief to paradise, for
us He bought crown,
s'Lo ut is finished" He cried and died.
just as the sun went down.
Christ's Victory Over Sin, Death and
He'll.
Look up, We saints, and see a sight
most glorious.
The man of sorrows is now victorious.
The crown of thorns, gives place to
crowns of glory,
''Tis finished" is the burden of the
story.
To men in ev'ry land. the gospel hope
is given,
And black and white may find their
way to heaven
And rich in trophies, Christ shall reign
and prosper.
The travail of His soul. bring joy for
ever.
Proclamation of Salvation by the Gospel
of the Cross.
Go on. we heralds, of the cross to VIC
Take forth it's marvellous lamp of light
And sing it's song of joy, in ev'ry coun-
To chase the gloom of souls. that now
Calvary's cross. stands forth to fully
ransom,
A world of sinners. from sins utter
loss,
And in a shade-than earthly light more
winsome.
All may hide. in The Shadow of the
Cross
The cross. so fills the ancient types ana
shadows.
That Jew and Gentle, now may well
agree,
And meet. beneath it's shade to soothe
their sorrows.
So make the cross. their happy olive
tree
The Courage Giving Power Of the Faith
of the Cross.
o cross divine! o cross divine! that
such pow'r dost give,
At the martyrs stake. for His sake, tho
they die yet they live.
BY the crosby the cross.
How they suffer. How they suffer, with
their Savior serene,
While in raging fire. they expire, their
glad triumphS have been,
BY the crosby the cross.
The Success of the Faith of the Cross.
Then hail. manuel the Hero of the
Cross,
The author. and finisher of our faith.
The triumphs of thy love, shall ever
more engross
The noblest power. that man or angel
hath
The weapons of our warfare, are not
carnal.
Yet strong. the DEVILS strongholds. to
pull down.
The theme of love divine, ano truth
And His testimony. shall win the
IT'S by the triumph of the Cross of Cal
vary,
That saving truth is scattered SO
abroad
Till men in ev'ry cline, and class and
country,
Have found salvation, in the Cross of
God.
Gods white winged messengers. of love
and mercy.
Bring news of joy. to every kind OF
men.
tot h,rcsx
Drinking the truth from TIL inspired
The nations. in the Gospels precepts
study,
For principles of laws, which make Tor
peace,
And find in heav'n giv'n Christianity.
The power of kingdom ,neer to
cease.
Glory to God and His Christ.
Fill all the world, with books, the gospel
to unfold
Make ev'ry blade of grass. a seraph's
tongue.
The story of the cross, would still re-
main untold.
The glory of its author yet unsung.
The glory of the cross we cannot sub
stiute,
By symbols. like a tinsel crucifix.
IT'S not a gilded trinket just to suit
A sensuous faith.-its glory cannot
mix,
It is the triumph of Gods holy love.
So toned as not to quench the smoking
fax,
And as the sun. outshines the stars
above.
1t ne'er shall wane but shall for ever
wax,
Men and angels. bring your music.
Tuned to notes of sweetest sound,
Let the raptures be ecstatic.
Let your praises more abound.
The triumps of the cross to praise.
Heav'n and earth your voices raise.
The body of young Murray, who was