« AnteriorContinuar »
96. JESUS STILLING THE TEMPEST.
3 When mourning o'er some stone Ibend,
4 And O, when I have safely past
96. Jesus Stilling the Tempest. C. M. Woodstock. Mrs Hemans. 1 FEAR was within the tossing bark, When stormy winds grew loud, And waves came rolling high and dark, And the tall mast was bowed.
2 A ind men stood breathle; ; in their dread,
3 And the wind ceased,—it ceased —that word
4 And slumber settled on the deep,
5 Thou, that didst bow the billow's pride, Subdue us to thy will,—
SEE HOW HE LOVED. 97, 98.
Speak, speak to passion's raging tide,
97. “He was despised and rejected C. M.
of Men.” Dundee. 1 THE Saviour comes no outward pomp Bespeaks his presence nigh! No earthly beauties in him shine, To draw the carnal eye.
2 Fair as a blooming, tender flower,
3 With sinners in the dust he lay,
4 He died to bear the guilt of men,
98. “See how he loved.” L. M. Effingham. 1 “SEE how he loved " exclaimed the Jews, As tender tears from Jesus fell; My grateful heart the thought pursues, And on the theme delights to dwell.
2 See how he loved, who travelled on . Teaching the doctrine from the skies;
Who bade disease and pain be gone,
3 See how he loved, who, firm, yet mild,
Patient endured the scoffing tongue;
Though oft provoked, he ne'er reviled,
4 See how he loved, who never shrank
From toil or danger, pain or death;
And meekly yielded up his breath.
5 Such love can we unmoved survey 2
99. Hosannas of Children in the 7 & 6's M.
2 And since the Lord retaineth
His love for children still,
Though now as King he reigneth
We’ll flock around his banner,
And cry aloud, “Hosanna
, LOVE TO JESUS. 100, 101.
3 For should we fail proclaiming,
Our great Redeemer's praise,
The stones, our silence shaming,
But shall we only render
No! while our hearts are tender,
100. “Her sins are forgiven; for she C. M.
loved much.” Ballerma. Moore. I Were not the sinful Mary's tears An offering meet for heaven, , When o'er the faults of former years She wept and was forgiven,
2. When, gathering every balmy sweet
3 And wiped them with that golden hair,
4 Oh thou, who dost in error sleep,
101. Love to Jesus. C. M. Arlington. Doddridge.
1 JEsus, I love thy glorious name;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
3 All my capacious powers can wish,
4 I’ll speak the honors of thy name
102. Gethsemane. L. M. Effingham. 1 'Tis midnight-and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; 'T is midnight, in the garden now, The suffering Saviour prays alone.
2 ”T is midnight, and from all removed,
3 'Tis midnight-and for others' guilt,
4 'Tis midnight-and from ether plains Is borne the song that angels know;