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On earth by all believers lov'd and | Or spends the night in fervent feared,
prayer, Glory to thee. And offers tears and cries. 5. Name for ever sacred,
5. Again, as teacher of mankind For ever precious;
I see my humble Lord:
For evermore. To preach the saving word.
6. To comfort men was his delight, 63.
To help them in distress;
He ready was by day and night JESUS' name, : 11 :
To pardon, heal, and bless.
7. Oft was he hungry, spert, and Mourning sinners may possess ;
In his own world a guest, Here is found complete salvation: Blessed Jesus, we thy name will And of his own no place he had, All our days. : 11 :
His weary head to rest.
(praise 2. God with us, : || :
8. Ah, might my heart a mirror be,
Reflecting Jesus' grace, God appears in human frame;
That all who my behaviour see, In his name rejoice with gladness, Since to save lost man he came;
May some resemblance trace. None need sink in hopeless sadness, 9. Grant me that meek and lowly For Immanuel is now with us,
mind, God with us. : : 11 :
Thou hast on earth display'd, B. Latrobe. Which in thy holy life I find,
My Pattern, Lord and Head. 64.
J. Swertner. MY God a man, a man indeed,
65.* An infant weak and poor; Born for a sinful race to bleed,
MAN of sorrows and acquainted Salvation to procure!
With our griefs, what shall we say? 2. Who can describe the loveliness, All the woes that on thee lay:
Never language yet hath painted Which was, blest Child, in thee? Had I seen thee cloth’d in weakness, Thy whole deportment heavenly Bearing our reproach and sickness,
And true humility. (grace To attend thee day and night 3. According to the appointed plan, Would have been my heart's delight.
My infant Saviour grew 2. O that to this heavenly stranger In favour both with God and man, I had here my homage paid, In years and stature too.
From his first sigh in the manger, 4. Often oppress'd with human Till he cried, “'T'is finished:”
That first sigh had consecrated He to his Father sighs,
Me his own, and I had waited
On him from his infancy
From the manger to the cross In a constant liturgy.
All he did, he did for us:3. Walking, speaking, in devotion, 3. All our woes he did retrieve, Far to fields or forests stray'd, He expir'd that we might live; I had watch'd his every motion, By his stripes ourwounds are heald, And my Lord my pattern made: By his blood our pardon's seal'd. More have angels ne'er desired, 4. Lord, conform us to thy death, Than on him, or far retired, Raise us to new life by faith; Or at home, awake, asleep, Through thy resurrection's power, Fix'd their wondering eyes to keep. May we praise thee evermore. 4. Tell me, little flock beloved, 5. Circumcise our sinful hearts; Ye, on whom shone Jesus' face, Purify our inward parts: What within your souls then moved, Lord, destroy the carnal mind, When
felt his kind embrace ? That in thee we peace may find. O disciple, once most blessed, As a bosom friend caressed,
6. In thy righteousness array'd
Let us triumph and be glad; Say, could e'er into thy mind
Let us walk with thee in white, Other objects entrance find ?
Let us see thy face in light. 5. Oft to prayer by night retreated,
W. Hammond. See him from all search withdrawn; Tearful eyes and sighs repeated
67.* Witness'd still the morning dawn; There, where he made intercession, IMMANUEL'S meritorious tears I had pour'd forth my confession,
Assuage our every pain; (pray’rs, And where for my sins he wept,
His bitter sufferings, cries, and
Our fav’rite theme remain. Praying, I the watch had kept. 6. Should I thus to thee have cleaved 2. When Jesus' suffering life we 'Midst thy poverty and woes,
In every scene we find, (trace,
That he a man of sorrows was, On thee, as my Lord, believed, Or perhaps have join'd thy foes ?
Though of unspotted mind. Ah, thy mercy I had spurned; 3. All they who weeping now go But thyself my heart hast turned ; And bear the precious seed, (forth, Now thou know'st, beneath, above, May in our Saviour's walk on earth Nought compar'd with thee I love. Pattern and comfort read.
4. O'tis the greatest happiness, 66.
When of his peace divine SEE, my soul, Gorl ever blest We have a feeling, and he says, In the flesh made manifest;
“ Fear not, for thou art mine."" Human nature he assumes,
5. Our thankful tears then testify He, to ransom sinners, comes.
That Jesus wept for us, 2. He fulfill'd all righteousness, And we, possessing heavenly joy, Standing in the sinner's place; For him count all things loss.
6. Yet tears of grief at times bedew
70. Our cheeks while here we stay ; When we in heav'n his face shali THE wise men from the East ador’d He'll wipe all tears away. (view, Brought gifts to him their King:
The infant Jesus as their Lord,
Jesus, grant us thy light, that we 68. T. 14. The way may find, and unto thee
Our hearts, our all, a tribute bring. O MY dear Saviour, when thy cares, 2. May Jesus Christ, the spotless
Thy toils for me I read, My eyes run o'er with grateful tears, who to the temple humbly came
Lamb, And I bow down my head.
The legal rights to pay, 2. Thy suffering life I cannot trace, Subdue our proud and stubborn will,
Or read thy sacred word, That we his precepts may fulfil, But I'm o'ercome with thankfulness Whate'er rebellious nature say.
To thee, my gracious Lord. 3. What am I, Lord, that thou so
71. much Shouldst love and value me? O SON of God and man, receive Vile dust I am, yet thou for such This humble work of mine; Didst bear thy misery.
Worth to my meanest labour give,
By blessing it with thine. 69.
T. 22. 2. Servant of all, to toil for man
Thou didst not, Lord, refuse:
To be employ'd for us.
3. In all I think, or speak, or do,
Let me shew forth thy praise; 2. Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Thy bright example still pursue Such deference to thy Father's will,
Through all my future days. Such love, and meekness so divine, 4. By faith thro' outward cares Igo, I would transcribe and make them From all distraction free; mine.
My hands alone engag'd below, 3. Cold mountains and the mid My spirit still with thec. night air
5. When thou, my Saviour, shalt Witness'd the fervour of thy pray'r; Then gladly may
cry, (appear, The desert thy temptations knew, - The work thou gavest me while Thy conflict and thy victory too. Is done,-to thee I fiy.” (here 4. Be thou my pattern; let me bear More of thy gracious image here;
72. And at thy right hand me confess, Clad in thy robe of righteousness. IN duties and in sufferings too,
My Lord I fain would trace;
As thou hast done, so would I do, 13. Meekness, humility, and love, Depending on thy grace.
Through all thy conduct shine; 2. Infiam'd with zeal, 'twas thy'de- O may my whole deportment prove, To do thy Father's will; (light,
A copy, Lord, of thine. May the same zeal my soul excite,
Beddome. Thy precepts to fulfil,
V. THE SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF JESUS CHRIST.
73. T. 114. 4. I see my Saviour kneeling,
groaning, weeping; WHAT human mind can trace
He prostrates on the ground and the condescension
prays for me, (agony; Of our almighty Maker's love to Yea, trembling wrestleth' in an man?
And while his sad disciples all are No angel can the hidden mystery
(are drown'd, Redeeming love is past our compre- His soul in grief, his eyes in tears hension:
(prove His sweat as drops of blood falls to Yet by the Spirit's teaching we can
the ground. From Jesus: agony, that God is 5. By all thy grief, tby tears and love.
Thy bloody sweat, thy bitter agony, 2. Pursue, my soul, the sacred o grant that I may love thee armeditation,
(consolation; And view the agonizing Lamb of Be thou, dear Lord, my life and Behold him bow'd beneath the Whene'er temptation would my ponderous load (salvation; soul beset,
(Olivet. Of all thy sins, to purchase thy I'll pray to thee, and think of He riseth with a heart-affecting
look, (Kedron's brook. And with his followers passeth
74. 3. My spirit now with solemn, The incarnate God doth sweat for
BEHOLD, how in Gethsemane deep devotion Doth follow Jesus to Gethsemane; For thee the Lord lies prostrate
Till drops of blood fall down; (thee, There he on my account doth weep
Hear his thrice-utter'd mournful O’ercome with horror at the bitter
Mark every dolorous sigh and groan. Yet to his Father's will he is resignd:
(mind. 2. I'm lost in wonder and amaze; Grant me, dear Jesus, thy obedient Here I'll abide, and melt, and gaze;
'Tis God's beloved Son.
Might I for thy soul's agony, How heavy is the weight he bears; When wrestling with death bitterly, His soul is filld with grief and Lord, as thy trophy be displayed.
fears, Lo, now the bitter cup comes on.
77. T.581, or 83. 3. Lord, dost thou suffer thus for Dost thou endure such misery, (me? EDEN, from each flowery bed, To give me life and peace ?
short sweetness Then will I henceforth ne'er forget, breathe; That thou didst on Mount Olivet Soon, by Satan's counsel led, By prayers and tears gain my re- Man wrought sin, and sin wrought lease.
But of life the healing tree (death:
Grows in rich Gethsemane. 75. T. 96, or 90. 2. Here's my claim, and here alone, OFTEN I call to mind the place None a Saviour more can need; Gethsemane, to which the Lamb, Deeds of righteousness I've none, Who lov'd to be in loneliness, No, not one good work to plead : With his disciples often came: Not a glimpse of hope for me, Where, out of boundless love to Only in Gethsemane. He wrestled in an agony. (me,
Hart. 2. There, overwhelm'd with grief,
78.* he said: “My soul is sorrowful to death ;' MY Redeemer, overwhelm’d with And suffering freely in my stead, Went to Olivet for me; (anguish, He drank the bitter cup of wrath : There he kneels, his heart doth Now on his knees, then on his heave and languish face,
(and prays. In a bitter agony; (senses, He weeps, and sweats, and bleeds, Fear and horror seize his soul and
For the hour of darkness now com3. So loved me the eternal God, That he became the Son of man,
Ah, how doth he weep and groan, And took my sins' prodigious load;
For rebellious man to atone. My soul, admire his gracious plan: Thy stripes, thy guilt and curse he 2. How is Jesus' sacred soul opbore;
pressed Believe, and thankfully adore. With our sins' prodigious load.
J. Cennick. Tho' an angel comforts the dis
Weak, and fainting Lamb of God, MOST awful sight! my heart doth Yet, what trembling seizeth him break;
(visage cover, Oh, it can ne'er my mind forsake, Tears, and sweat, and blood his How thou for me hast wept and And in drops fall to the ground, prayed;
While his heart in grief is drown'd.