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!
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.
"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."
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!
1 If love, the noblest, purest, best,
If truth, all other truth above,
May claim return from every breast,
Ó, 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.
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 O 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,
"In peace depart, but sin no more."
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 spoke
The word confirmed by love divine!
The bonds of fell disease he broke,
And in his power exalted Thine.
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