103. JESUS OUR REFUGE. 103, 104.' Unheard by mortals are the strains St. Dennis. 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 astonished, 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 storms of life. Hotham. 1 JESUS, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly; While the billows near me roll, 7's M. 105. JESUS OUR EXAMPLE IN SUFFERING. 2 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, O receive my soul at last! 3 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; 4 All my trust on thee is stayed, With the shadow of thy wing. 5 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 105. Jesus our Example in Suffering. 7's M. Palmer. 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Montgomery. Ye that feel temptation's power, 2 Follow to the judgment hall, View the Lord of life arraigned. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; GOD'S MIRACLES IN JESUS. 106. 106. Mark that miracle of time, God's own sacrifice complete. "It is finished," hear him cry ; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 4 Early hasten to the tomb Where they laid his breathless clay; Christ is risen; he meets our eyes, God's Miracles in Jesus. Duke Street. L. M. Watts. 1 BEHOLD the blind their sight receive! The dumb speak wonders! and the lame 2 Thus doth the eternal Spirit own 3 He dies! the heavens in mourning stood 4 Hence and forever from my heart 1 THE morning dawns upon the place 2 Last eve, by those he called his own, He met his enemies alone, In all their malice, rage, and pride. 3 No guile within his mouth is found, He neither threatens nor complains; Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound, Dumb midst his murderers he remains. 4 But hark! He prays, 't is for his foes; He speaks, 't is comfort to his friends; Answers, and Paradise bestows; He bows his head; the conflict ends. 5 Truly this was the Son of God, Though in a servant's mean disguise, And bruised beneath the Father's rod; Not for himself,-for man he dies. 108. Olmutz. Death of Jesus. S. M. Doddridge. 1 BEHOLD the amazing sight, 2 For whom, for whom, my heart, LOVE OF JESUS. Why did he feel that piercing smart, 3 For love of us he bled, And all in torture died; 109. 'T was love that bowed his fainting head, And oped his gushing side. 4 I see, and I adore ; In sympathy of love, I feel the strong attractive power 5 In thee our hearts unite, Nor share thy griefs alone; But from thy cross pursue their flight 109. That ye through his poverty C. M. Dorchester. Mrs Steele. 1 THEN shone Almighty power and love, When Christ descended from above 2 To heal the misery below, The Saviour left the skies; 3 Adoring angels tuned their songs With rapture then let mortal tongues |