3 Their miseries his compassion moved; ›
Their peace he still pursued:
They rendered hatred for his love,
And evil for his good.
4 Their malice raged without a cause;
Yet with his dying breath,
He prayed for murderers on his cross,
And blessed his foes in death.
50 may his conduct, all-divine,
To us a model prove!
Like his, O God! our hearts incline
Our enemies to love.
OLY Son of God most high!
Clothed in heavenly majesty,
Many a miracle and sign,
In thy Father's name divine,
Manifested forth thy might
In the chosen people's sight.
2 But, O Saviour! not alone
Thus thy glory was made known;
With the mourner thou didst grieve,
Every human want relieve;
Far thy matchless power above
Stands the witness of thy love.
3 Lord! it is not ours to gaze
On thy works of ancient days;
But thy love, unchanged and bright,
More than all those works of might,
More than miracle or sign,
Makes us ever, ever thine.
WHAT grace, O Lord, and beauty
Around thy steps below;
What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe.
2 For ever on thy burdened heart
A weight of sorrow hung,
Yet no ungentle murm'ring word
Escaped thy silent tongue.
3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,
Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.
4 0 give us hearts to love like thee;
Like thee, O Lord, to grieve
Far more for others' sins than all
The wrongs that we receive.
LORD, when we the path retrace,
Which thou on earth hast trod;
To man thy wondrous love and grace,
Thy faithfulness to God:
Thy love, by man so sorely tried,
Proved stronger than the grave;
The very spear that pierced thy side
Drew forth the blood to save.
2 Faithful amidst unfaithfulness,
'Midst darkness only light,
Thou didst thy Father's name confess,
And in his will delight.
Unmoved by Satan's subtle wiles,
Or suffering, shame and loss:
Thy path, uncheer'd by earthly smiles,
Led only to the cross.
3 O Lord, with sorrow and with shame, Before thee we confess
How little we, who bear thy name,
Thy mind, thy ways express.
Give us thy meek, thy lowly mind;
We would obedient be;
And all our rest and pleasure find,
In learning, Lord, of thee.
[OW 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 O, who like thee, so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
O, who like thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?
3 0, who like thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?
4 The bending angels stooped to see
The lisping infant clasp thy knee,
And smile, as in a father's eye,
Upon thy mild divinity.
5 And death, which sets the prisoner free, Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee?
Yet love through all thy torture glowe d And mercy with thy life-blood flowed. 6 O, in thy light be ours to go, Illuming all our way of woe; And give us ever on the road To trace thy footsteps, Son of God!
HOW shall we our Saviour set forth?
How shall we his beauties declare?
O how shall we speak of his worth,
Or what his chief dignities are?
His angels can never express,
Nor saints who sit nearest his throne,
How rich are his treasures of grace:
No! this is a mystery unknown.
2 In him all the fulness of God
For ever transcendently shines;
Though once like a mortal he stood,
To finish his gracious designs.
Though once he was nailed to the cross,
Vile rebels like us to set free;
His glory sustained no loss,
Eternal his kingdom shall be.
3 His wisdom, his love, and his power,
Seemed then with each other to vie;
When sinners he stooped to restore,
Poor sinners condemned to die!
He laid all his grandeur aside,
And dwelt in a cottage of clay;
Poor sinners he loved, till he died
To wash their pollution away.
0! COULD we speak the matchless
O! could we sound the glories forth,
Which in our Saviour shine;
We'd soar, and touch the heav'nly strings,
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings,
In notes almost divine.
2 We'd sing the precious blood he spilt, Our ransom from the dreadful guilt Of sin, and wrath divine:
We'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all perfect, heavenly dress,
Our souls shall ever shine.
3 We'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne:
In lofty songs of sweetest praise,
We would to everlasting days,
Make all his glories known.
4 Well, the delightful day will come, When our dear Lord will bring us home, And we shall see his face:
Then, with our Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity we'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.
LOW at thy feet, O Christ, we fall,
Enabled to confess,
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