MY God a man, a man indeed,
An infant, weak and poor;
Born for a sinful race to bleed,
Salvation to procure.

2 Who can describe the loveliness,
Which was, blest Child, in thee?
Thy whole deportment heavenly grace,
And true humility.

3 According to the appointed plan,
My infant Saviour grew

In favour both with God and man,
In years and stature too.

4 Often oppressed with human care
He to his Father sighs,

Or spends the night in fervent prayer,
And offers tears and cries.

5 Again, as teacher of mankind
I see my humble Lord:
How cheerfully was he inclined
To preach the saving word.

6 To comfort men was his delight,
To help them in distress;
He ready was, by day and night,
To pardon, heal, and bless.

7 Oft was he hungry, spent, and sad,
In his own world a guest,
And of his own no place he had,
His weary head to rest.

8 Ah, might my heart a mirror be,
Reflecting Jesus' grace,
That all who my behaviour see,
May some resemblance trace.

9 Grant me that meek and lowly mind, Thou hast on earth displayed,

Which in thy holy life I find,
My Pattern, Lord, and Head.

WHAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
Around thy steps below!

What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe!

2 For ever on thy burdened heart
A weight of sorrow hung,

Yet no ungentle, murmuring word
Escaped thy silent tongue.

3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,
Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.

4 O give us hearts to love like thee,
Like thee, O Lord, to grieve
Far more for others' sins, than all
The wrongs that we receive.

5 One with thyself, may every eye
In us, thy brethren, see

That gentleness and grace that springs From union, Lord, with thee.

3 All our woes he did retrieve;
He expired that we might live;
By his stripes our wounds are healed,
By his blood our pardon's sealed.
4 Lord, conform us to thy death;
Raise us to new life by faith;
Through thy resurrection's power,
May we praise thee evermore.

5 Circumcise our sinful hearts;
Purify our inward parts:
Lord, destroy the carnal mind,
That in thee we peace may find.

6 In thy righteousness arrayed,
Let us triumph and be glad;
Let us walk with thee in white;
Let us see thy face in light.

MAN of sorrows and acquainted With our griefs, what shall we say? Never language yet hath painted

All the woes that on thee lay:
Had I seen thee clothed in weakness,
Bearing our reproach and sickness,

To attend thee day and night
Would have been my heart's delight.

2 O that to this heavenly stranger
I had here my homage paid,
From his first sigh in the manger,
Till he cried, ""Tis finished:
That first sigh had consecrated
Me his own, and I had waited
On him from his infancy,
In a constant liturgy.

3 Walking, speaking, in devotion,
Far to fields or forests strayed,
I had watched his every motion,
And my Lord my pattern made:
More have angels ne'er desired,
Than on him, or far retirèd,

Or at home, awake, asleep,
Fixed their wondering eyes to keep.

4 Tell me, little flock beloved,
Ye, on whom shone Jesus' face,
What within your souls then moved,
When ye felt his kind embrace?
O disciple, once most blessed,
As a bosom friend caressèd,
Say, could e'er into thy mind
Other objects entrance find?

5 Oft to prayer by night retreated,
See him from all search withdrawn ;
Tearful eyes and sighs repeated

Witnessed still the morning dawn;
There, where he made intercession,
I had poured forth my confession,
And where for my sins he wept,
Praying, I the watch had kept.

6 Should I thus to thee have cleaved
'Midst thy poverty and woes,
On thee, as my Lord, believed,

Or perhaps have joined thy foes?
Ah, thy mercy I had spurnèd,
But thyself my heart hast turnèd;
Now thou know'st, beneath, above,
Nought compared with thee I love.

Chr. I. La Trobe (from Chr. Gregor).

My dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
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 fervour of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and thy victory too.
4 Be thou my pattern; let me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
And at thy right hand me confess,
Clad in thy robe of righteousness.

Isaac Watts, 1674-1748.

O SON of God and man, receive a
This humble work of mine;
Worth to my meanest labour give,
By blessing it with thine.

2 Servant of all, to toil for man
Thou didst not, Lord, refuse;
Thy majesty did not disdain
To be employed for us.

3 In all I think, or speak, or do,
Let me show forth thy praise;
Thy bright example still pursue
Through all my future days.

4 By faith through outward cares I go,
From all distractions free;
My hands alone engaged below,
My spirit still with thee.

5 When thou, my Saviour, shalt appear, Then gladly may I cry,

"The work thou gavest me while here Is done, to thee I fly."

77.*

T. 22.

WHEN we in spirit Jesus see,
Arrayed in frail humanity,

As toiling, sleeping, or awake,
Abased we own, 'twas for our sake.

2 May all those blessings on us flow,
And in our lives their virtue show,
Which, from the manger to the cross,
Thou, Lord, hast merited for us.

Chr. Renatus von Zinzendorf, 1727-52.

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3 There my God bore all my guilt, This through grace can be believed, But the anguish which he felt,

Is too vast to be conceived,
None can penetrate through thee,
Doleful, dark Gethsemane!

4 Sins against a holy God;
Sins against his righteous laws;
Sins against his love, his blood;

Sins against his name and cause;
Sins immense as is the sea;
Hide me, O Gethsemane!

5 Here's my ciaim, and here alone,
None a Saviour more can need;
Deeds of righteousness I've none,
No, not one good work to plead :
Not a glimpse of hope for me,
Only in Gethsemane.

OUR enraptured hearts shall ne'er be
On our dying Lord to gaze; [weary
At his cross in faith we wish to tarry,
There shall be our hiding-place:
May his dying look remain engraven
On our hearts; for pardon, life, and
Our Redeemer then procured, [heaven
When he death for us endured.

2 Therefore all his agony and passion,
And his sin-atoning death,

Shall remain through grace our faith's
foundation,

While we draw our vital breath:
Thus shall neither honour, wealth, nor
pleasures

Rob our souls of everlasting treasures;
Jesus, both by day and night,
Shall remain our sole delight.

3 Could we tune our hearts and voices
Than man's most exalted lays, [higher
Yet, till joined to the celestial choir,

Cold would prove our warmest praise:
Jesus' love exceeds all comprehension,
But our love to him we scarce dare men-
We may weep beneath his cross, [tion;
But he wept and bled for us.

G40 delightful theme, past all expression,
"Thy Redeemer died for thee."
Ah, this prompts my deepest adoration,
When I hear, "He died for me."

Might my thoughts, my words and whole behaviour

Prove that I believe in Christ my Saviour;
Yea, my love to Jesus show
His to me in all I do.

5 Lamb of God, thou shalt remain for Of our songs the only theme: [ever For thy boundless love, thy grace and We will praise thy saving name. [favour, That for our transgressions thou wast wounded,

Shall by us in nobler strains be sounded, When we, perfected in love,

Once shall join the Church above. 178977 Chr. R. von Zinzendorf, 1727-52. T. 151.

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THOU source of my salvation,
Thou conqueror of my death,
Who didst, as my oblation,

In torments yield thy breath;
Who bar'st the dreadful sentence
Due to our guilty race,

To screen my soul from vengeance;
Accept my thanks and praise.

2 I'll go with thee, my Saviour,
Up to Mount Calvary;
And view with spirit's fervour
All thou hast done for me:
Thus, with intense devotion,
I follow thee each step,
While tender love's emotion
Makes heart and eyes to weep.

3 My Saviour was betrayed,
Reproach and pain to meet ;
My sins the Lord conveyed
'Fore Pilate's judgment seat:-
These, these did him deliver
Into the foe's dire hand;

I should have felt for ever
The pangs my Lord sustained.
4 Behold the man! He beareth

God's wrath and curse for us:
A crown of thorns he weareth,

For us endures the cross:
There, to complete his passion,
His sorrows, pain, and woe,
His blood, for our salvation

The atoning stream, doth flow.
5 Thou for thy foes entreatest;
Lord Jesus, who was I?
Thy friends thou not forgettest;
Turn, Lord, to me thine eye: