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3 When mourning o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend;
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 4 And 0, when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last,
96. Jesus Stilling the Tempest. C. M. Woodstock.
Mrs Hemans. 1 FEAR was within the tossing bark,
When stormy winds grew loud,
And the tall mast was bowed.
2 A ad men stood breathle: ; in their dread,
And baffled in their skill,
“ Be still !" 3 And the wind ceased,it ceased that word
Passed through the stormy sky;
And sank beneath his eye.
And silence on the blast,
When death's fierce throes are passed.
5 Thou, that didst bow the billow's pride,
Subdue us to thy will,
Speak, speak to passion's raging tide,
Speak and say,—“Peace, be still !"
97. “ He was despised and rejected
Bespeaks his presence nigh!
To draw the carnal eye.
Amidst the desert grows ;
The heavenly Saviour rose.
The rich a grave supplied,
Unstained by sin he died.
That sin might be forgiven;
And plead their cause in heaven.
“ See how he loved." L. M.
Effingham. 1 “SEE how he loved !” exclaimed the Jews,
As tender tears from Jesus fell;
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,
And called the sleeping dead to rise. 3 See how he loved, who, firm, yet mild,
Patient endured the scoffing tongue;
Nor did his greatest foe a wrong.
From toil or danger, pain or death;
And meekly yielded up his breath.' 5 Such love can we unmoved survey ?
O may our breasts with ardor glow,
And thus our warm affection show !
99. Hosannas of Children in the 9 & 6's M.
To Zion Jesus came,
Hosanna to his name.
But as he rode along,
And smiled to hear their song.
His love for children still,
On Zion's heavenly hill,
Who sits upon the throne;
To David's royal Son."
3 For should we fail proclaiming,
Our great Redeemer's praise,
Might well hosanna raise.
The tribute of our words?
They, too, shall be the Lord's.
100.“ Her sins are forgiven; for she C. M.
loved much.” Ballerma.
Moore. 1 Were not the sinful Mary's tears
An offering meet for heaven,
She wept and was forgiven,-
Her days of luxury stored,
The precious ointment poured, -,
Where once the diamond shone,
That shine for God alone ?
4 Oh thou, who dost in error sleep,
Say, wouldst thou wake in heaven?
Love much, and be forgiven.
Doddridge. 1 JESUS, I love thy glorious nanie ;
'Tis music to my ear ;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
That heaven and earth might hear.
My treasure and my trust;
And gold is sordid dust.
In thee doth richly meet ;
Nor friendship half so sweet.
With my last lab'ring breath;
The conqueror of death.
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,
Emmanuel wrestles lone with fears;
Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.
3 'T is midnight, and for others' guilt,
The man of sorrows weeps in blood ;
Is not forsaken of his God.
4 'Tis midnight,--and from ether plains
Is borne the song that angels know;