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PORGIVENESS OF INJURIES.
3 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;
He labored for their good.
Before his Father's throne,
“Thy will, not mine, be done !"
His image may we bear!
His joy and glory share !
Jesus, the Example of Forgive- C. M
My angry passions rise,
And bore his injuries.
Though all his words were kind;
Disturbed his heavenly mind.
Against the truths he taught,
Or one revengeful thought.
With all his foes in view,
“ They know not what they do."
5 Blest Jesus, may I learn of thee
My temper to amend;
Whenever I offend.
76. The Example of Jesus. L. M. Wells.
Walis, 1 My dear Redeemer and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word;
Drawn out in living characters.
Such deference to thy father's will,
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;
Thy conflict and thy victory too.
More of thy gracious image here;
Example of Jesus. L. M. Blendon.
Such let our conversation be;
Wisdom and meek simplicity.
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife,
JESUS, OUR GUIDE.
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!
And these the rules by which we live. 4 To do his heavenly Father's will
Was his employment and delight:
Shone through his life divinely bright.
Jesus our Guide. 7's M. Pleyel's Hymn.
Learn to live, and learn to die?
Who shall lead thy child to thee?
Thou hast sent thy holy son;
He my trembling steps will lead.
Let me ever lean on him;
Make his life my solemn law.
Led by Jesus Christ the Lord,
Learn to live, and learn to die ;-
Like the perfect ones above ;-
79. A Morning Hymn. 8's & 7's M.
And the happy light we see,
Father, would remember thee.
Kindly, though we knew it not,
Never is thy child forgot.
With thy love, may it be blest;
Of that purer, better rest.
When a child, remembered Thee,
He has said that we must be.
80. The Mission of Jesus. C. M. Woodstock.
W. B. 0. Peabody. 1 The Son of God came down from heaven
The erring world to save ;-
And live beyond the grave, 2 By temper holy
Was harmless as the dove.
THE LOVE OF JESUS.
3 He raised the dying from the bed,
He caused the blind to see;
And set the prisoner free.
Deep insult on him threw,
“They know not what they do."
When such a heart grew cold;
The angry earthquake rolled.
The Love of Jesus. S. M. Boylston.
W. B. 0. Peabody. 1 For us God's blessed Son,
From childhood to the grave,
Of those he came to save.
2 For us he was distrest,
And many a tear he shed;
Not where to lay his head. 3 For us the Saviour died
In weariness and pain;
Should be poured out in vain ! 4 He rested in the tomb,
Where mouldering bodies lie,
And he ascended high.