4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.
OY to the world! the Lord is come!
J Let earth receive her King!
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing.
2 Joy to the world! the Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy.
3 No more let sin and sorrow grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.
MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour's brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow.
2 No mortal can with him compare,
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is he than all the fair
That fill the heavenly train.
3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,
He flew to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.
4 To him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
He saves me from the grave.
5 To heaven, the place of his abode,
He brings my weary feet,
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joy complete.
6 Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord! they should all be thine.
"Who went about doing good."
Appears each grace divine;
The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.
2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.
3 'Mid keen reproach, and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;
He labored for their good.
4 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,
With soul resigned, he bowed, and said,
'Thy will, not mine, be done!"
5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide;
His image may we bear;
Oh, may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share!
Oh, where is he that spake,
And lepers from their pains are free,
And slaves their fetters break?
2 The lame and palsied freely rise,
With joy the dumb do sing;
And, on the darkened, blinded eyes,
Glad beams of morning spring!
3 Oh, where is he that trod the sea?
Oh, where is he that spake,
And demons from their victims flee,
The dead from slumber wake?
4 Here, here art thou, almighty Lord!
Oh, speak to us once more,
And let thy healing, quickening word,
Our ruined souls restore!
176. "And he healed them." Matt. 4: 24.
WHEN, like a stranger on our sphere,
The lowly Jesus sojourned here,
Where'er he went, affliction fled,
And sickness raised her drooping head.
2 The eye that rolled in irksome night
Beheld his face, for he was Light;
The opening ear, the loosened tongue,
His precepts heard, his praises sung.
3 His touch the outcast leper healed;
His lips the sinner's pardon sealed;
O'er the cold grave he bowed his head;
He spake the word, and raised the dead!
"Never man spake like this man."
OW sweetly flowed the gospel sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and reverence filled the place!
2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,
To heaven he led his followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unvailing an immortal day.
3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home;
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest;
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.
OW beauteous were the marks divine
H That in thy meekness used to shine,
That lit thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!
2 Oh, who like thee, so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
Oh, who like thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?
3 Oh, who like thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?
4 Ev'n death, which sets the prisoner free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn, to thee;
Yet love through all thy torture glowed,
And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.
5 Oh, in thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe!
And give me ever on the road
To trace thy footsteps, Son of God!
Leaving us an example."
Y dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
M'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 thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer:
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy victory too.
4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here:
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.
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