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"A FRIEND THAT STICKETU CLOSER THAN A BROTHER."

ONE there is, above all others,

Well deserves the name of Friend ;
His is love beyond a brother's,

Costly, free, and knows no end !
They who once His kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love.

Which of all our friends, to save us,

Could or would have shed his blood ?
But our Jesus died to have us

Reconcil'd in Him to God :
This was boundless love indeed !
Jesus is a friend in need.

When He liv'd on earth abased,

Friend of sinners was His name ;
Now, above all glory raised,

He rejoices in the same :
Still He calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.

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Could we bear from one another

What He daily bears from us ? Yet this glorious Friend and Brother

Loves us though we treat Him thus ! Though for good we render ill, He accounts us brethren still.

Oh! for grace our hearts to soften;

Teach us, Lord, at length to love; We, alas ! forget too often

What a friend we have above : But, when home our souls are brought, We will love Thee as we ought.

“ THY JUDGMENTS ARE LIKE THE GREAT DEEP.”

In every object here I see
Something, O Lord, that leads to Thee :

Firm as the rocks Thy promise stands,
Thy mercies countless as the sands ;
Thy love, a sea immensely wide,
Thy grace, an ever-flowing tide.

In every object here I see
Something, my heart, that points at thee :

Hard as the rocks that bound the strand,
Unfruitful as the barren sand,
Deep and deceitful as the ocean,
And, like the tides, in constant motion.

“WAIT THOU ONLY UPON GOD."

Wait! O my soul, thy Maker's will ;
Tumultuous passions, all be still!
Nor let a murmuring thought arise ;
His ways are just, his counsels wise.

He in the thickest darkness dwells, Performs his work,—the cause conceals ! But though His methods are unknown, Judgment and truth support His throne.

Wait! then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate before His awful seat;
And, midst the terrors of His rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.

“HE BEHELD THE CITY, AND WEPT OVER IT."

Did Christ o'er sinners weep?

And shall our cheeks be dry ?
Let floods of penitential grief

Burst forth from every eye.

The Son of God in tears !

Angels with wonder see!
Be thou astonished, O my soul!

He shed those tears for thee.

He wept that we might weep ;

Each sin demands a tear ;
In heaven alone no sin is found,

And there's no weeping there.

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