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To PART XV.
631. L. M. DABNEY'S COLLECTION. Jesus Christ the image of the unseen God. 1 THOU, LORD, by mortal eyes unseen,
And by thine offspring here unknown,
Hast set thine image in thy Son.
O'erwhelms and pains our feeble sight, But cheers us with his softer rays,
When shining with reflected light; 3 So in thy Son, thy pow'r divine,
Thy wisdom, justice, truth, and love,
Reflected from thy throne above. 4 Though they who granted not his claim
Contemptuous turn'd away their face;
Beheld in him thy truth and grace. 5 O thou ! at whose almighty word,
Fair light at first from darkness shone,
6 While we thine image there display'd,
With love and admiration view,
632. L. M. EXETER COLLECTION. Contemplation of the character of Jesus. 1 WITH warm delight and grateful joy
Let all our best affections move,
On him whom though unseen we love. 2 How bright a pattern, and how pure,
Hath he in all things kindly giv'n
And guide our wand'ring steps to heav'n! 3 In all he did, with joy we view
The lofty purpose of his soul;
And all the pow'r of sin control. 4 Father of all ! his God and ours !
Accept the humble, fervent praise,
633. L. M. EXETER COLLECTION.
6. See how he loved !” 1 " SEE how he lov'd !” exclaim'd the Jews,
When Jesus over Laz'rus wept;
2 See how he lov'd, who travellid on
Teaching the doctrine from the skies;
And called the sleeping dead to rise. 3 See how he lov'd, who never shrank
From toil or danger, pain or death;
And meekly yielded up his breath. 4 And shall such love meet no return ?
Nor wake the passions of the breast?
To prove our love by every test? 5 Yes, we will love thee, Saviour, Guide
For thou hast lov'd us-0 how well !
634. C. M. EXETER COLLECTION.
Reflections on the death of Jesus. 1 WITH warm affection let us view,
With pious grief improve,
Of Jesus' dying love.
His pity could subdue: “ Father forgive," he meekly pray'd,
“ They know not what they do.” 3 () what a love was here display'd
Beyond our utmost thought!
How pure the lessons, how sublime,
In life and death he taught!
Be lost or misapply’d;
That 'twas for us he died.
635. L. M. DRUMMOND.
The memory of Jesus.
Recalls a feature of the past,
And of its treasures be the last. 2 O holy feast! for grosser sense
Ordain'd not, --sweet refreshment give; And that pure nutriment dispense,
On which my faith and hope may live. 3 This bread, as manna from the sky,
O may it feed my hungry soul,
To run to virtue's heav'nly goal ! 4 And may this emblem of his blood,
The cheering fruitage of the vine, Send to my heart a thrilling flood
Of love, of joy, and grace divine ! 5 And may this heart ne'er cease to glow
With rapt devotion, God! to thee;And all the gratitude I owe
To him who gave his life for me!
6 If I forget thee, blessed Lord!
O may my hand forget her skill,
To be the herald of my will,
Be all my bosom's chords unstrung,
And bound in frozen sleep my tongue!
636. C. M. NEW YORK COLLECTION.
A communion hymn. 10 GOD! accept the sacred hour
Which we to thee have giv'n;
To raise our souls to heav'n.
The precepts of thy Son;
Forget what he has done.
From all corruption free;
Our pow'rs, our wills to thee.
To smooth our passage through,
For us this scene renew.