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3 Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;
He laboured for their good.
And still his task pursued;
His fainting strength renewed. 5 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,
Thy will, not mine, be done.” 6 Be Christ our pattern, and our guide !
His image may we bear!
And his bright glories share!
1 Behold where, breathing love divine,
Our dying Master stands !
Receive his last commands.
What tender accents fell!
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;
“He wants the power to heal.
“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.
My peace to him I give;
.“ His trembling soul shall live."
1 By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows!
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;
Must shortly fade away.
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.
We seek Thy grace alone,
To keep us still Thine own!
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;
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; ;
We see him rise, — and weep no more.
1 Benignant Saviour! 't was not thine
To spurn the erring from thy sight;
2 0 then, shall we who own thy name
A brother's fault too sternly view,
The tear, to human frailty due ?
Upon our cheek the generous glow,
Beneath its load of shame and woe. 4 Conscious of frailty, may we yield
Forgiveness of the wrongs we bear;
From further sin, or dark despair. 5 And when our own offences weigh
Upon our hearts with anguish sore,
peace depart, but sin no more.”
1 What power, unseen by mortal eye,
Wafted Messiah's high command,
And the glad friends believing stand ! 2 Father! 't was Thine;— the Saviour spoko
The word confirmed by love divine !