87 STAINCLIFFE L. M. Robert W Dixon, 1875 I How shall I follow Him I serve? How shall I copy Him I love? : 3 64 Nor from those bless-ed foot-steps swerve, Which lead me to His seat a-bove? A-MEN. Hast thou no thought for heaven to spare?. Until the perfect work was done, 4 Lord, should my path through suffering lie, Forbid it I should e'er repine; Josiah Conder, 1824, 1836 Counting his earthly gain as loss 4 That "Follow Me" his faithful ear 5 God gently calls us every day: 3 One heard Him calling long ago, And straightway left all things below, 89 GERHARDT 7.6.7. 6. D. 4 Ι Ο 20 #4 4 Joseph P. Holbrook, 1862 sa - cred Head, now wound-ed, With grief and shame weighed down; no blest brow and dearest, In oth er days the world My rich-est gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. A-MEN. I 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone: 4 'Tis midnight; in the gar-den, now, The suffering Saviour prays a lone. A - MEN. 91 AJALON 7.7.7.7.7.7. Richard Redhead, 1853 I Go to dark Geth-sem-a- ne, Ye that feel the tempter's power; Your Redeemer's con-flict see; Watch with Him one bit ter hour: Turn not from His griefs away; Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. A-MEN. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall ; 92 (ZEPHYR) L. M. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, adoring at His feet, Mark that miracle of time, God's own sacrifice complete: "It is finished!"-hear the cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 4 Early hasten to the tomb Where they laid His breathless clay: James Montgomery, 1820 (text of 1853) 1 'TIS midnight; and on Olive's brow 3 'Tis midnight; and, for others' guilt, The star is dimmed that lately shone : 'Tis midnight; in the garden, now, The suffering Saviour prays alone. The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood: Yet He that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by His God. 2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed, 4 'Tis midnight; from the heavenly plains Emmanuel wrestles lone with fears: E'en the disciple that He loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. Is borne the song that angels know: Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. William B. Tappan, 1822 |