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On earth by all believers lov'd and | Or spends the night in fervent

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prayer,

And offers tears and cries.

5. Again, as teacher of mankind
I see my humble Lord:
How cheerfully was he inclin'd
To preach the saving word.
6. To comfort men was his delight,
To help them in distress;
He ready was by day and night
To pardon, heal, and bless.
7. Oft was he hungry, spent, and
sad,

In his own world a guest,
And of his own no place he had,
His weary head to rest.

8. Ah, might my heart a mirror be, Reflecting Jesus' grace,

That all who my behaviour see, May some resemblance trace. Grant me that meek and lowly mind,

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Thou hast on earth display'd, Which in thy holy life I find, My Pattern, Lord and Head.

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On him from his infancy In a constant liturgy.

3. Walking, speaking, in devotion,
Far to fields or forests stray'd,
I had watch'd his every motion,
And my Lord my pattern made:
More have angels ne'er desired,
Than on him, or far retired,
Or at home, awake, asleep,
Fix'd their wondering eyes to keep.
4. Tell me, little flock beloved,
Ye, on whom shone Jesus' face,
What within your souls then moved,
When ye felt his kind embrace?
O disciple, once most blessed,
As a bosom friend caressed,
Say, could e'er into thy mind
Other objects entrance find?

5. Oft to prayer by night retreated,
See him from all search withdrawn;
Tearful eyes and sighs repeated
Witness'd still the morning dawn;
There, where he made intercession,
I had pour'd forth my confession,
And where for my sins he wept,
Praying, I the watch had kept.
6. Should I thus to thee have cleaved
'Midst thy poverty and woes,
On thee, as my Lord, believed,
Or perhaps have join'd thy foes?
Ah, thy mercy I had spurned;
But thyself my heart hast turned;
Now thou know'st, beneath, above,
Nought compar'd with thee I love.

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From the manger to the cross
All he did, he did for us:-
3. All our woes he did retrieve,
He expir'd that we might live;
By his stripes our wounds are heal'd,
By his blood our pardon's seal'd.
4. Lord, conform us to thy death,
Raise us to new life by faith;
Through thy resurrection's power,
May we praise thee evermore.
5. Circumcise our sinful hearts;
Purify our inward parts:
Lord, destroy the carnal mind,
That in thee we peace may find.
6. In thy righteousness array'd
Let us triumph and be glad;
Let us walk with thee in white,
Let us see thy face in light.

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W. Hammond.

T. 14. IMMANUEL'S meritorious tears Assuage our every pain; (pray'rs, His bitter sufferings, cries, and Our fav'rite theme remain.

2. When Jesus' suffering life we In every scene we find, (trace, That he a man of sorrows was, Though of unspotted mind.

3. All they who weeping now go

And bear the precious seed, (forth, May in our Saviour's walk on earth Pattern and comfort read. 4. O'tis the greatest happiness, When of his peace divine We have a feeling, and he says,

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Fear not, for thou art mine." 5. Our thankful tears then testify That Jesus wept for us, And we, possessing heavenly joy, For him count all things loss.

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69.

J. Cennick.

T. 22. MY dear Redeemer, and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word; But in thy life the law appears Drawn out in living characters. 2. Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,

Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, 1 would transcribe and make them mine.

3. Cold mountains and the midnight air Witness'd the fervour of thy pray'r; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict and thy victory too. 4. Be thou my pattern; let me bear More of thy gracious image here; And at thy right hand me confess, Clad in thy robe of righteousness.

Isaac Watts.

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O SON of God and man, receive
This humble work of mine;
Worth to my meanest labour give,
By blessing it with thine.
2. Servant of all, to toil for man
Thou didst not, Lord, refuse:
Thy majesty did not disdain
To be employ'd for us.

3. In all I think, or speak, or do,

Let me shew forth thy praise; Thy bright example still pursue Through all my future days.

4. By faith thro' outward cares 1 From all distraction free: My hands alone engag'd below, My spirit still with thec. 5. When thou, my Saviour, sha.

Then gladly may I cry, (appear "The work thou gavest me while Is done, to thee I fly." (here

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WHAT human mind can the condescension Of our almighty Maker's love to (scan; No angel can the hidden mystery Redeeming love is past our compre(prove

hension:

He prostrates on the ground and prays for me, (agony; Yea, trembling wrestleth in an And while his sad disciples all are sleeping, (are drown'd, His soul in grief, his eyes in tears His sweat as drops of blood falls to the ground.

Yet by the Spirit's teaching we can
From Jesus agony, that God is 5. By all thy grief, thy tears and

love.

supplication, Thy bloody sweat, thy bitter agony, 2. Pursue, my soul, the sacred O grant that I may love thee ar(God; dently;

meditation, And view the agonizing Lamb of Behold him bow'd beneath the

ponderous load (salvation; Of all thy sins, to purchase thy He riseth with a heart-affecting look, (Kedron's brook. And with his followers passeth

3. My spirit now with solemn, deep devotion

Doth follow Jesus to Gethsemane; There he on my account doth weep and pray, (potion; O'ercome with horror at the bitter Yet to his Father's will he is resign'd: (mind. Grant me, dear Jesus, thy obedient

(consolation; Be thou, dear Lord, my life and Whene'er temptation would my soul beset, (Olivet. I'll pray to thee, and think of

there,

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J. Swertner.

T. 79.

The incarnate God doth sweat for
BEHOLD, how in Gethsemane
For thee the Lord lies prostrate
Till drops of blood fall down; (thee,
(prayer,
Hear his thrice-utter'd mournful
Mark every dolorous sigh and groan.
2. I'm lost in wonder and amaze;
Here I'll abide, and melt, and gaze;

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My soul is sorrowful to death;" And suffering freely in my stead, He drank the bitter cup of wrath: Now on his knees, then on his face, (and prays. He weeps, and sweats, and bleeds, 3. So loved me the eternal God, That he became the Son of man, And took my sins' prodigious load; My soul, admire his gracious plan: Thy stripes, thy guilt and curse he bore;

Believe, and thankfully adore.
J. Cennick.

76.* T. 99. MOST awful sight! my heart doth break;

Oh, it can ne'er my mind forsake, How thou for me hast wept and prayed;

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