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Unheard by mortals are the strains
103. Gethsemane. 11’s M. St. Dennis. Marie de Fleury. 1 Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream Our Saviour would linger in moonlight's soft beam; And by thy bright waters would oftentimes stray, And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day.
2 How damp were the vapors that fell on his head! How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed! The angels soil. grew sad at the sight, And followed their Master with solemn delight.
3 O garden of Olivet, dear honored spot, The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot; The theme most transporting to seraphs above, The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of love.
4 Come, saints, and adore him, come bow at his feet: O give him the glory, the praise that is meet; Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise, And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.
104. Jesus our refuge from the 7's M.
storms of life.
105. Jesus our ExAMPLE IN suffering.
2 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
3 Other refuge have I none,
4 All my trust on thee is stayed,
5 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
105. Jesus our Example in Suffering. 7's M.
2 Follow to the judgment hall,
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
GoD's MIRACLES IN JESUs. 106.
Mark that miracle of time,
“It is finished,” hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb
106. God’s Miracles in Jesus. L. M. Duke Street. Watts. 1 BEHold the blind their sight receive Behold the dead awake and live The dumb speak wonders! and the lame Leap like the hart, and bless his name!
2 Thus doth the eternal Spirit own
3 He dies' the heavens in mourning stood ;
4 Hence and forever from my heart
, Which bear credentials so divine.
107, 108. The sufferings of Jesus.
107. The Sufferings of Jesus. L. M. Wells. Montgomery. '
1 THE morning dawns upon the place Where Jesus spent the night in prayer: Through yielding glooms behold his face,
Nor form, nor comeliness is there.
2 Last eve, by those he called his own,
3 No guile within his mouth is found,
4 But hark! He prays, 'tis for his foes;
5 Truly this was the Son of God,
108. Death of Jesus. S. M. Olmutz. Doddridge.
1 BEHold the amazing sight,
2 For whom, for whom, my heart,
LOVE OF JESUS. 109.
Why did he feel that piercing smart,
3 For love of us he bled,
4 I see, and I adore;
5 In thee our hearts unite,
109. That ye through his poverty C. M.
might be made rich. Dorchester. Mrs Steele. 1 THEN shone Almighty power and love, In all their glorious plan, When Christ descended from above To dwell with sinful man.
2 To heal the misery below,
3 Adoring angels tuned their songs