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3 Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,

Patient and meek he stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;

He laboured for their good.
4 To God he left his righteous cause,

And still his task pursued;
While humble prayer, and holy faith,

His fainting strength renewed. 5 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.” 6 Be Christ our pattern, and our guide !

His image may we bear!
O may we tread his sacred steps,

And his bright glories share!

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1 Behold where, breathing love divine,

Our dying Master stands !
His weeping followers, gathering round,

Receive his last commands.
2 From that mild teacher's parting lips

What tender accents fell!
The gentle precept which he gave

Became its author well:

3 “Blest is the man whose softening heart

“ Feels all another's pain; “ To whom the supplicating eye

“ Was never raised in vain; 4. “Whose breast expands with generous warmth,

"A stranger's woes to feel;
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound

“He wants the power to heal.
5 “He spreads his kind supporting arms

To every child of grief; “ His secret bounty largely flows,

“ And brings unasked relief. 6 " To gentle offices of love

“ His feet are never slow; “He views, through mercy's melting eye,

"A brother in a foe.
7 “Peace from the bosom of his God,

My peace to him I give;
“ And when he kneels before the throne,

.“ His trembling soul shall live."

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1 By cool Siloam's shady rill

How sweet the lily grows!
How sweet the breath beneath the hill

Of Sharon's dewy rose !

2 Lo! such the child whose early feet

The paths of peace have trod; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,

Is upward drawn to God. 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill

Must shortly fade away.
4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour

Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,

And stormy passion's rage. 5 O thou, whose infant feet were found

Within thy Father's shrine ! Thy years, with changeless virtue crowned,

Were all alike divine.
6 O God! dependent on Thy breath,

We seek Thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,

To keep us still Thine own!

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1 If love, the noblest, purest, best,

If truth, all other truth above, May claim return from every breast,

O, surely Jesus claims our love !

2 There's not a hope with comfort fraught,

Triumphant over death and time, But Jesus mingles in that thought,

Forerunner of our course sublime. 3 His image meets us in the hour

Of joy, and brightens every smile; We see him, when the tempests lower,

Each terror soothe, each grief beguile. 4 We see him in the daily round

Of social duty, mild and meek;
With him we tread the hallowed ground,

Communion with our God to seek. 5 We see his pitying, gentle eye,

When lowly want appeals for aid; We hear him in the frequent sigh

That mourns the wastes that sin has made. 6 We meet him at the lowly tomb,

And weep where Jesus wept before; ;
And there above the grave's dark gloom,

We see him rise, — and weep no more.

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1 Benignant Saviour! 't was not thine

To spurn the erring from thy sight;
Nor did thy smile of love divine
Turn from the penitent its light.

2 0 then, shall we who own thy name

A brother's fault too sternly view,
Or think thy holy law can blame

The tear, to human frailty due ?
3 May we, while human guilt awakes

Upon our cheek the generous glow,
Spare the offender's heart, that breaks

Beneath its load of shame and woe. 4 Conscious of frailty, may we yield

Forgiveness of the wrongs we bear;
And strive the penitent to shield

From further sin, or dark despair. 5 And when our own offences weigh

Upon our hearts with anguish sore,
Lord ! let thy sparing mercy say,

peace depart, but sin no more.”

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1 What power, unseen by mortal eye,

Wafted Messiah's high command,
Bade sickness from its victim fly,

And the glad friends believing stand ! 2 Father! 't was Thine;— the Saviour spoko

The word confirmed by love divine !
The bonds of fell disease he broke,
And in his power exalted Thine. .

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