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Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was tly truth, and such thy zea),

Such def'rence to thy Father's will,
Thy love and meekness so divine,

I would transcribe and make them mine 3 Cold mountains, and the midnight aii

Witness'd the fervour of thy pray’r:
The desert thy temptations knew,

Thy conflict and thy vict’ry too!
Å Be thou my pattern; let me bear

More of thy gracious image here.
Then God the Judge shall own my name

Among the foll’wers of the Lamb. 115.

(130.) C. M.

Jesus went about doing good. t BEHOLD, where in a mortal form

Appears each grace divine! The virtues, all in Jesus met,

With mildest radiance shine.
2 To spread the rays of heav'nly light,

To give the mourner joy;
To preach glad tidings to the poor,

Was his divine employ.
3 Lowly in heart, to all his friends

A friend and servant found,
He wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears,

And heal'd each bleeding wound.
'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,

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

He labour'd for their good.
5 Tu God he left his righteous cause;

Aud suill his task pursued;
While lumble pray'r and holy faith
His fainting strength renew'd.

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6 In the last hours of deep distress,

Before his Father's throne,
With soul resigu'd he bow'd, and said,

“Thy will, not mine, be done!"
7 Be Christ our pattern and our guide!

His image may we bear!
O may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share!

C. M. 116.

(132.) Forgiveness from the example of Jenis. GOD of my mercy and my praise !

Thy glory is my song;
Though sinners speak against thy grace

With a blaspheming tongue.
2 When in the form of mortal man

Thy Son on earth was found, With cruel slanders, false and vain,

They compass'd him around. 3 Their mis’ries his compassion mov'd;

Their peace he still pursu'd: They render'd hatred for his love,

And evil for his good.
4 Their malice rag?d without a cause;

Yet with his dying breath
He pray'd for murd'rers on his cross,

And bless'd his foes in death. 5 O may his conduct, all-divine,

To me a model prove!
Like his, O God! my heart incline
My enemies to love.

(133.) L. M. Resignation from the example of Jesus. “FATHER divine,” the Saviour

cried, While horrors press'd on ev'ry side, And prostrate on the ground he lay,

“ Remove this bitter cup away. 2 “But if these pangs must still be borne,

And stripes, and wounds, and cruel scorn,

117.

I bow my soul before thy throne,

And say, Thy will, not mine, bé done.” 3 Thus our submissive souls would bow,

And, taught by Jesus, hic as low,
Our hearts, and not our lips alone,

Would say, “Thy will, not ours, be done.” 4 Then, though like him in dust we lie,

We'll view the blissful moment nigh,
Which, from our portion in his pains,
Calls to the joy in which he reigns.

L. M.
118. Christ: Transfiguration. Matt. xvii. 4.
1 WHEN at a distance, Lord, we trace

The various glories of thy face, What transport pours o'er all our breast,

And charms our cares and woes to rest! 2 With thee, in the obscurest cell,

On some bleak mountain would I dwell,
Rather than pompous courts behold,

And share their grandeur and their gold. 3 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy;

Raptures divine my thoughts employ,
I see the King of Glory shine;

And feel his love, and call him mine. 4 On Tabor thus his servants view'd

His lustre, when transform'd he stood;
And, bidding earthly scenes farewell,

Cried, “Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell.” 5 Yet still our elevated eyes

To nobler visions long to rise;
That grand assembly would we join,

Where all thy saints around thee shine.
6 That mount, how bright! those forms, how fair!

'Tis good to dwell for ever there! Come, death, dear envoy

of

my God, And bear me to that blest abode.

119. (107.) L. M.
1
BEHOLD, the blind their sight receive'

Behold, the dead awake and live!
The dumb speak wonders, and the lamo

Lrap like the hart, and bless his name.
2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own

And seal the mission of the Son;
The Father vindicates his cause,

While he hangs bleeding on the cross.
3 He dies; the heav'ns in mourning stood:

He rises, and appears, a God.
Behold the Lord ascending high,

No more to bleed, no more to die.
4 Hence, and for ever, from my heart

I bid my doubts and fears depart;
And to those hands my soul resign,

Which bear credentials so divine.
120. (129.) L. M.

Christian example of benevolence.
1
AND is the gospel peace and love?

Such let our conversation be;
The serpent blended with the dove,

Wisdom and meek simplicity.
2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,

And tempt our thoughts or tongues to send to
On Jesus let us fix our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life.
3 O how benevolent and kind!

How mild! how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,

And these the rules by which we live.
4 To do his heav'nly Father's will,

Was his employment and delight:
Humility and holy zeal
Shone thro' his life divinely bright.

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5 Dispensing good where'er he came,

The labours of his life were love.
If then we love the Saviour's name,
Let his divine example move!

L. M. 121.

Rich Man and Lazarus. Luke vi, 25
In what confusion earth appears!

God's dearest children bath'd in tears;
While they who heaven itself deride,

Riot in luxury and pride.
2 But patient let my soul attend,

And ere I censure, view the end:
That end, how diff'rent! who can tell

The wide extremes of heaven and hell? 3 See the red flames around him twine,

Who did in gold and purple shine!
Nor can his tongue one drop obtain,

T'allay the scorching of his pain.
4 While round the saint, so poor below,

Full rivers of salvation flow;
On Abrah’m's breast he leans his head,

And banquets on celestial bread. 5 Jesus, my Lord, let me appear

T'he meanest of servants here;
So that at length I may but taste
The blessings of thy marriage feast.
HIS SUFFERINGS AND DEATH.

L. M. 122.

Gethsemane. 1 'TIS midnight

and on Olive's brow, The star is dimm'd that lately shone; Tis midnight-in the garden now,

The suffering Saviour prays alone.
2 Tis midnight-and from all removid,

Immanuel wrestles lone, with fears,
E'en the disciple that he lov'il
Heeds not his Master's grieis and tear's