3 'Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!'
Yes, sacred teacher, we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.
4 Decay, then, tenements of dust!
Pillars of earthly pride, decay!
A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepared the way.
1 WITH warm delight and grateful joy Let all our best affections move,
When we on Christ our thoughts employ, -
On him, whom, though unseen, we love.
2 How bright a pattern, and how pure,
Hath he in all things kindly given,
To make our path of duty sure,
And guide our wandering steps to heaven!
3 What constancy, what pious zeal,
To do his heavenly Father's will,
His law and mercy to reveal,
And his all-gracious plans fulfil!
4 In all, with gratitude we view
The steady purpose of his soul
Our worldly passions to subdue,
And all the powers of sin control.
5 Father of all! his God and ours!
Accept the humble, joyful praise,
Which, with our soul's united powers,
For thy rich grace through him, we raise.
1 BEHOLD, where in a mortal form
Appears each grace divine!
The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.
2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.
3 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn
Patient and meek he stood!
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;
He labored for their good.
4 To God he left his righteous cause,
And still his task pursued;
While humble prayer and holy faith
His fainting strength renewed.
5 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,
With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, 'Thy will, not mine, be done!'
6 Be Christ our pattern and our guide!
His image may we bear!
O may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share!
1 'SEE how he loved!' exclaimed the Jews, As tender tears from Jesus fell;
My grateful heart the thought pursues,
And on the theme delights to dwell.
2 See how he loved,-who travelled on Teaching the doctrine from the skies; Who bade disease and pain be gone, And called the sleeping dead to rise. 3 See how he loved,-who, firm yet mild, Patient endured the scoffing tongue; Though oft provoked, he ne'er reviled, Nor did his greatest foe a wrong. 4 See how he loved,-who never shrank From toil or danger, pain or death; Who all the cup of sorrow drank, And meekly yielded up his breath. 5 See how he loved, who died for man, Who labored thus, and thus endured, To finish all the gracious plan
Which life and heaven to man secured.
6 Such love can we unmoved survey?
O may our breasts with ardor glow
To tread his steps, his laws obey,
And thus our warm affections show!
1 JESUS, and didst thou condescend,
When veiled in human clay,
To heal the sick, the lame, the blind,
And drive disease away?
2 Didst thou regard the beggar's cry,
And give the blind to see? -
Jesus, thou Son of David, hear-
Have mercy, too, on me!
3 And didst thou pity mortal woe,
And sight and health restore?
O pity, Lord, and save my soul,
Which needs thy mercy more!
4 Didst thou thy trembling servant raise, When sinking in the wave?
I perish, Lord!-O save my soul!
For thou alone canst save.
1 WHAT Works of wisdom, power, and love,
Do Jesus' high commission prove,
Attest his heaven-derived claim,
And glorify his Father's name!
2 On eyes that never saw the day
He pours the bright celestial ray;
And deafened ears, by him unbound,
Catch all the harmony of sound.
3 Lameness takes up its bed, and goes
Rejoicing in the strength that flows
Through every nerve; and, free from pain,
Pours forth to God the grateful strain.
4 The shattered mind his word restores,
And tunes afresh the mental powers;
The dead revive, to life return,
And bid affection cease to mourn.
5 Canst thou, my soul, these wonders trace, And not admire Jehovah's grace?
Canst thou behold thy Prophet's power,
And not the God he served adore?
Christ's Miracles a Proof of his Mission. 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 th' eternal spirit own
And seal the mission of his Son;
The Father vindicates his cause,
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.
3 He dies! the heavens in mourning stood;
He rises, and appears with God:
Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die.
4 Hence and forever from my heart
I bid my doubts and fears depart,
And to those hands my soul resign
Which bear credentials so divine.
Christ's Transfiguration.
1 WHEN at a distance, Lord, we trace
The various glories of thy face,
What transport pours through all our breast,
And charms our cares and woes to rest!
2 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy;
Raptures divine my thoughts employ;
I see the King of Glory shine,
And feel his love, and call him mine.
3 On Tabor, thus his servants viewed
His lustre, when transformed he stood;
And, bidding earthly scenes farewell,
Cried, 'Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell.'
4 Yet still our elevated eyes
To nobler visions long to rise;
That grand assembly would we join
Where all thy saints around thee shine:
5 That mount, how bright! those forms, how fair! "Tis good to dwell forever there!
And death, the envoy of our God,
Shall bear us to that blest abode
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