78. MAT. xi. 25. to the end. THUS spoke the Saviour of the world, and rais'd his eyes to heaven: To thee, O Father! Lord of all, eternal praise be given. 2 Thou to the pure and lowly heart hast heavenly truth reveal'd; Which from the self-conceited mind thy wisdom hath conceal'd. 3 Even so, thou Father! hast ordain'd Nor men nor angels may presume 4 Thou only know'st the Son; from thee my kingdom I receive; And none the Father know but they who in the Son believe. 5 Come unto me, all ye who groan, with guilt and griefs oppress'd; Resign to me the willing heart, and I will give you rest. 6 Take up my yoke, and learn of me, And 'twas to bless such weary souls 7 Thus rest shall ye receive who sink Easy the yoke, the burden light which I on men impose. 79. MAT. xiii. 1–9. .1 1 THE Winter's past, the Spring is come, 2 But fallen on the beaten path, Some by the winds are borne away; 3 There, 'midst the foul and thorny ground, 4 'Tis thus, ye light and harden'd souls! That heavenly truth shall fail to bless; Ye worldlings! thus your busy cares Shall stifle ev'ry rising grace. 5 But happy are the soften'd minds, Who hear with love and holy care, And fruits a hundred-fold they bear. 6 Thus, Lord! may we thy doctrine hear, Thus, in our hearts each grace arise; In active good be spent our lives, Qur natures fitted for the skies. 80. MAT. xiv. 23-33. 1 THE evening come, the thousands fed, By power divine, on heavenly bread; Along the silent mountain way The Son of God retires to pray. 2 Far from the world, he seeks alone, In filial love, his Father's throne; And while the shades of night draw nigh, 3 Meantime the heavens begin to scowl, 4 But see, when he alone could save, 5 And then, ye winds be hush'd, he cried, And instant calm proclaims him Lord. 6 Who could such proofs divine withstand? 7 O! thus may we his power perceive; 81. MAT. xvi. 18. 1 CHRIST is the Rock on whom we rest, On that foundation firm we stand; Divine compassion fills his breast, His word is sure, and strong his hand. 2 Hell and its host may rage in vain, Vain are their counsels and their power; Dread death may marshall all his train, He boasts the conquest of an hour. 3 Breathless the friends of Jesus lie, And know their former place no more; Their children raise his praises high, And o'er their fathers' dust adore. 4 Their fathers' dust the Lord shall raise, 82. MAT. xviii. 2, 3. 1 LORD! if thou thy grace impart, Poor in spirit, meek in heart, I shall as my master be, 2 Simple, teachable, and mild, Chang'd into a little child, Pleas'd with all the Lord provides, Wean'd from all the world besides. 3 Father! fix my soul on thee, Nothing want beneath, above, 4 O! that all may seek and find, Ev'ry good in Jesus join'd; Him let Israel still adore, Trust him, praise him evermore. 83. MAT Xviii. 35. 1 BEHOLD a man in woe, A fellow mortal mourns; My eyes with tears for tears o'erflow, 2 And shall not wrath relent, Touch'd by the humble strain; 3 How else on soaring wing, Can hope bear high my prayer Up to thy throne, my God, my King! [4 Thou, God of mercy! seest where glows Divine compassion in the mind; And only he who mercy shows, Thou hast declar'd, shall mercy find.] |