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The lowly Jesus sojourned here,
And sickness raised her drooping head.
Beheld his face, for he was Light;
His precepts heard, his praises sung.
His lips the sinner's pardon sealed ;
He spake the word, and raised the dead! 177.
“Never man spake like this man.'
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and reverence filled the place!
To heaven he led his followers' way ;
Unvailing an immortal day.
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest ;"
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.
1 Peter 2 : 19-25.
A. C. Coxe. OW beauteous were the marks divine
H Mate in thy meekness used to shine,
That lit thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God !
So pure, so made to live in light?
So patient through a world of woe?
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before ?
So glorious in humility ?
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn, to thee;
And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.
Illuming all my way of woe!
To trace thy footsteps, Son of God! 179.
“ Leaving us an example.”
I read my duty in thy word ;
Drawn out in living characters.
Such deference to thy Father's will,
I would transcribe and make them mine.
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer:
Thy conflict, and thy victory too.
More of thy gracious image here:
MY a ,
OLIVE'S BROW. L. M.
W. B. BRADBURY.
Luke 22 : 39-46.
The star is dimmed that lately shone;
The suffering Saviour prays alone.
The Saviour wrestles lone with fears ;
Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.
The man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Is not forsaken by his God.
Is borne the song that angels know:
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 181.
Luke 23: 46-49.
Oh, come, together let us mourn;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified !
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified !
3 How fast his hands and feet are nailed :
His throat with parching thirst is dried ; His failing eyes are dimmed with blood :
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified ! 4 Seven times he spake, seven words of love ;
And all three hours his silence cried For mercy on the souls of men ;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified ! 182. “ It is finished.” Jobu 19: 30.
IS finished !” -so the Saviour cried,
'T is finished !”-yes, the race is run,
Hath triumphed in this awful hour;
That life to us was death to thee.
Be heard through all the nations round;
Thro’ heaven and hell, thro' earth and sky. 183.
Gal. 6: 14.
My richest gain I count but loss,
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 See, 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 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small, Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all !
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“Salve, caput cruentatum.” O
SACRED Head, once wounded,
With grief and pain weighed down!
With thorns thy only crown;
What bliss till now was thine !
I joy to call thee mine.
To praise thee, heavenly Friend,
Thy pity without end?
Nor let me faithless prove:
Abuse such dying love.
Oh, show thy cross to me:
Come, Lord, and set me free:
From Jesus shall not move ;
Dies safely in thy love.