On earth by all believers lov'd and Or spends the night in fervent
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,
God appears in human frame;
In his name rejoice with gladness,
Since to save lost man he came;
None need sink in hopeless sadness, 9.
For Immanuel is now with us,
God with us. :||:
MY God a man, a man indeed,
An infant weak and poor;
Born for a sinful race to bleed,
Salvation to procure!
May some resemblance trace. Grant me that meek and lowly mind,
Thou hast on earth display'd, Which in thy holy life I find, My Pattern, Lord and Head.
(77.)
T. 168.
MAN of sorrows and acquainted
With our griefs, what shall we say?
Never language yet hath painted
All the woes that on thee lay:
Had I seen thee cloth'd in weakness,
Bearing our reproach and sickness,
(grace To attend thee day and night
2. Who can describe the loveliness,
Which was, blest Child, in thee?
Thy whole deportment heavenly
And true humility.
3. According to the appointed plan,
My infant Saviour grew
In favour both with God and man,
In years and stature too.
4. Often oppress'd with human
Would have been my heart's delight.
2. O that to this heavenly stranger
I had here my homage paid,
From his first sigh in the manger,
Till he cried, ""Tis finished:"
That first sigh had consecrated
Me his own, and I had waited
On him from his infancy
In a constant liturgy.
From the manger to the cross
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,
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See him from all search withdrawn';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.
(78.)
T. 11.
SEE, my soul, God ever blest
In the flesh made manifest;
Human nature he assumes,
He, to ransom sinners, comes.
2. He fulfill'd all righteousness,
Standing in the sinner's place;
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.
(79.)
67.*
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,
"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.
6. Yet tears of grief at times bedew | (82.) Our cheeks while here we stay ;
When we in heav'n his face shall THE wise men from the East ador'd He'll wipe all tears away. (view, The infant Jesus as their Lord,
Z. Brought gifts to him their King: Jesus, grant us thy light, that we T. 14. The way may find, and unto thee
O MY dear Saviour, when thy cares,
Thy toils for me I read,
My eyes run o'er with grateful tears,
And I bow down my head.
2. Thy suffering life I cannot trace,
Or read thy sacred word,
But I'm o'ercome with thankfulness
To thee, my gracious Lord.
3. What am I, Lord, that thou
much
Shouldst love and value me? Vile dust I am, yet thou for such Didst bear thy misery.
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
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them
mine.
Our hearts, our all, a tribute bring.
2. May Jesus Christ, the spotless
Lamb,
Who to the temple humbly came
The legal rights to pay.
Subdue our proud and stubborn will,
That we his precepts may fulfil,
Whate'er rebellious nature say.
Ancient Church.
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 I go,
From all distraction free;
My hands alone engag❜d below,
My spirit still with thee.
3. Cold mountains and the mid-
night 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. IN duties and in sufferings too,
When thou, my Saviour, shalt
Then gladly may I cry, (appear,
"The work thou gavest me while
Is done, to thee I fly." (here
My Lord I fain would trace;
As thou hast done, so would I do,[3. Meekness, humility, and love,
Through all thy conduct shine;
Depending on thy grace. 2. Inflam'd with zeal, 'twas thy de- O may my whole deportment prove, To do thy Father's will; (light, May the same zeal my soul excite, Thy precepts to fulfil.
V. THE SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF JESUS CHRIST.
T. 114. 4. I see my Saviour kneeling, groaning, weeping;
WHAT human mind can trace He prostrates on the ground and
the condescension (agony; Of our almighty Maker's love to Yea, trembling wrestleth in an man? (scan; And while his sad disciples all are No angel can the hidden mystery sleeping, (are drown'd, Redeeming love is past our compre- His soul in grief, his eyes in tears (prove His sweat as drops of blood falls to
Yet by the Spirit's teaching we can
From Jesus' agony, that God is 5. By all thy grief, thy tears and
2. Pursue, my soul, the sacred Thy bloody sweat, thy bitter agony, O grant that I may love thee ar(God; dently; And view the agonizing Lamb of (consolation; Behold him bow'd beneath the Be thou, dear Lord, my life and Whene'er temptation would my ponderous load Of all thy sins, to purchase thy I'll pray to thee, and think of soul beset, He riseth with a heart-affecting
And with his followers passeth (86.)
3. My spirit now with solemn, BEHOLD, how in Gethsemane
The incarnate God doth sweat for Doth follow Jesus to Gethsemane; Till drops of blood fall down;(thee, There he on my account doth weep For thee the Lord lies prostrate and pray, (potion; there, (prayer, O'ercome with horror at the bitter Hear his thrice-utter'd mournful Yet to his Father's will he is re- Mark every dolorous sigh and groan. sign'd: (mind. 2. I'm lost in wonder and amaze; Grant me, dear Jesus, thy obedient Here I'll abide, and melt, and gaze;
Might I for thy soul's agony,
How heavy is the weight he bears; When wrestling with death bitterly, His soul is fill'd with grief and Lord, as thy trophy be displayed.
T. 581, or 83. EDEN, from each flowery bed, Did for man short sweetness breathe;
Soon, by Satan's counsel led,
Man wrought sin, and sin wrought
But of life the healing tree (death:
Grows in rich Gethsemane.
2. Here's my claim, and here alone,
None a Saviour more can need;
Deeds of righteousness I've none,
No, not one good work to plead :
Not a glimpse of hope for me,
Only in Gethsemane.
(91.) T. 185. Went to Olivet for me; (anguish, My Redeemer, overwhelm'd with There he kneels, his heart doth heave and languish
In a bitter agony; (senses, Fear and horror seize his soul and
For the hour of darkness now commences:
Ah, how doth he weep and groan, For rebellious man to atone.
How is Jesus' sacred soul oppressed
With our sins' prodigious load. Tho' an angel comforts the dis
tressed, Weak, and fainting Lamb of God, Yet, what trembling seizeth him all over, (visage cover, Tears, and sweat, and blood his And in drops fall to the ground, While his heart in grief is drown'd.
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