1. My dear Redeem - er, and my Lord, I read my du
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.
Nor to condemn the sons of men, Did Christ, the Son of God, appear; No weapons in his hands are seen, No flaming sword, nor thunder there. 2 Such was the pity of our God, He loved the race of man so well, He sent his Son to bear our load Of sins, and save our souls from hell. 3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word; Trust in his mighty name, and live: A thousand joys his lips afford, His hands a thousand blessings give.
And joy and gladness filled the place! 2 From heaven he came, of heaven hespoke, To heaven he led his followers' way; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unvailing an immortal day.
3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest:"
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest!
Decay then, tenements of dust;
Pillars of earthly pride, decay:
A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepared the way.
1. Now be my heart inspired to sing The glories of my Saviour King,-Jesus the Lord; how
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Now be my heart inspired to sing
The glories of my Saviour King,-
Jesus the Lord; how heavenly fair
His form! how bright his beauties are!
2 O'er all the sons of human race,
He shines with a superior grace:
Love from his lips divinely flows,
And blessings all his state compose.
3 Thy throne, O God, forever stands;
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands;
Thy laws and works are just and right;
Justice and grace are thy delight.
4 God, thine own God, has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head;
And with his sacred Spirit blessed
His first-born Son above the rest.
Heb. 7:26.
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How beauteous were the marks divine,
That in thy meekness used to shine,
That lit thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!
2 Oh, who like thee, so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
Oh, who like thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?
3 Oh, who like thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?
4 Ev'n death, which sets the prisoner free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee;
Yet love through all thy torture glowed,
And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.
5 Oh, in thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe!
And give me ever on the road
To trace thy footsteps, Son of God.
MONTGOMERY.
WHEN, like a stranger on our sphere,
The lowly Jesus wandered here,
Where'er he went, affliction fled,
And sickness reared her fainting head.
2 The eye that rolled in irksome night, Beheld his face,-for God is light; The opening ear, the loosened tongue, His precepts heard, his praises sung.
3 With bounding steps the halt and lame,
To hail their great Deliverer came;
O'er the cold he bowed his head,
grave
He spake the word, and raised the dead.
4 Despairing madness, dark and wild,
In his inspiring presence smiled;
The storm of horror ceased to roll,
And reason lightened through the soul.
5 Through paths of loving-kindness led,
Where Jesus triumphed we would tread;
To all, with willing hands dispense
The gifts of our benevolence.
1. 'Tis midnight-and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that late-ly shone:
'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone: 'Tis midnight; in the garden, now,
The suffering Saviour prays alone. 2 'Tis midnight; and from all removed, The Saviour wrestles lone with fears; Ev'n that disciple whom he loved
Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood; Yet he that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his God.
4 'Tis midnight; and from ether-plains Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 307
Ps. 69.
DEEP in our hearts let us record
The deeper sorrows of our Lord;
Behold the rising billows roll,
To overwhelm his holy soul!
2 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love
Have made the curse a blessing prove:
Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son
Atoned for crimes which we had done.
3 Oh, for his sake, our guilt forgive,
And let the mourning sinner live!
The Lord will hear us in his name,
Nor shall our hope be turned to shame.
4 Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies,
Went down into the grave for me;
There overcame my enemies,
There won the glorious victory.
5 'Tis finished all: the vail is rent,
The welcome sure, the access free:-
Now then, we leave our banishment,
O Father, to return to thee!
WHEN I survey the wondrous cross,
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord! that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most
I sacrifice them to his blood.
3 Sce, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
See how he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head and dies!
4 But soon he'll break death's iron chain, And in full glory shine;
O Lamb of God! was ever pain-
Was ever love like thine!
OH! if my soul were formed for woe,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.
2 'T was for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,
And groaned away a dying life
For thee, my soul! for thee.
3 Oh! how I hate these lusts of mine That crucified my Lord;
Those sins that pierced and nailed his flesh
Fast to the fatal wood!
4 Yes, my Redeemer-they shall die;
My heart has so decreed;
Nor will I spare the guilty things
That made my Saviour bleed.
5 While with a melting, broken heart,
My murdered Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.
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