85 ARLINGTON C. M. Arr. from Thomas A. Arne, 1762 I Thou art the Way to Thee a-lone From sin and death we flee; And he who would the Father seek Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee. AMEN. 2 Thou art the Truth: Thy word alone 3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb 86 (SAXBY) L. M. And those who put their trust in Thee 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life: Bishop George W. Doane, 1824 I O MASTER, let me walk with Thee Tell me Thy secret; help me bear 2 Help me the slow of heart to move 3 Teach me Thy patience; still with Thee In work that keeps faith sweet and strong, 4 In hope that sends a shining ray Rev. Washington Gladden, 1879 Robert W Dixon, 1875 87 STAINCLIFFE L. M. I How shall I follow Him I serve? How shall I copy Him I love? Nor from those bless-ed foot steps swerve, Which lead me to His seat a-bove? A - MEN. 2 Privations, sorrows, bitter scorn, 3 'Twas thus He suffered, though a Son, Foreknowing, choosing, feeling all, 88 (STAINCLIFFE) L. M. 1 BEHOLD, the Master passeth by ! O seest thou not His pleading eye? With low sad voice He calleth thee, "Leave this vain world, and follow Me." 2 O soul, bowed down with harrowing care, Hast thou no thought for heaven to spare? From earthly toils lift up thine eye; Behold, the Master passeth by! Until the perfect work was done, 4 Lord, should my path through suffering lie, Forbid it I should e'er repine; Josiah Conder, 1824, 1836 Counting his earthly gain as loss For Jesus and His blessed cross. 4 That " Follow Me" his faithful ear 5 God gently calls us every day: 3 One heard Him calling long ago, And straightway left all things below, 89 GERHARDT 7.6.7.6. D. 4 Joseph P. Holbrook, 1862 4 I O 20 sa - cred Head, now wound-ed, With grief and shame weighed down; noblest brow and dearest, In oth er days the world 3 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered 4 What language shall I borrow Was all for sinners' gain: Mine, mine was the transgression, But Thine the deadly pain. Lo, here I fall, my Saviour! 'Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. To thank Thee, dearest Friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? O make me Thine for ever; Ascribed to Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153). Tr. Rev. Paul 90 HAMBURG L. M. Arr. from a Gregorian Chant, by Lowell Mason, 1824 I When I sur - vey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of 4 glory died, My rich-est gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. A-MEN. 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 See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down: ZEPHYR L. M. Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 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. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1707 William B. Bradbury, 1844 I 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone: 'Tis midnight; in the gar-den, now, The suffering Saviour prays a lone. A-MEN. I 'TIS midnight; and on Olive's brow 3 'Tis midnight; and, for others' guilt, The star is dimmed that lately shone : 'Tis midnight; in the garden, now, 2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed, The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood : Yet He that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by His God. 4 'Tis midnight; from the heavenly plains Is borne the song that angels know: Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. William B. Tappan, 1822 |