4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like Him, obedient still,
We homeward press, through storm or calm,
To Zion's blessed hill.
5 Dead to the world, with Him who died
To win our hearts, our love,
We, risen with our risen Head,
In spirit dwell above.
HEN like a stranger on our sphere,
The lowly Jesus wandered here,
Where'er He went, affliction fled,
And sickness reared her fainting head.
2 The eye that rolled in irksome night,
Beheld His face,-for God is light;
The opening ear, the loosened tongue,
His precepts heard, His praises sung.
3 With bounding steps, the halt and lame
To hail their great Deliverer came ;
O'er the cold grave He bowed His head,
He spake the word, and raised the dead.
4 Despairing madness, dark and wild,
In His inspiring presence smiled;
The storm of horror ceased to roll,
And reason lightened through the soul.
5 Through paths of loving-kindness led,
Where Jesus triumphed, we would tread;
To all, with willing hands, dispense
The gifts of our benevolence.
HOW sweetly flowed the gospel sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and reverence filled the place!
2 From heaven He came, of heaven He spoke,
To heaven He led His followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night He broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.
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.
NOW be my heart inspired to sing
The glories of my Saviour-King,—
Jesus, the Lord; how heavenly fair
His form! how bright His beauties are!
2 O'er all the sons of human race
He shines with a superior grace ;
Love from His lips divinely flows,
And blessings all His state compose.
3 Thy throne, O God, forever stands ;
Grace is the sceptre in Thy hands ;
Thy laws and works are just and right;
Justice and grace are Thy delight.
4 God, Thine own God has richly shed
His oil of gladness on Thy head;
And with His sacred Spirit blessed
His first-born Son above the rest.
How beauteous were the marks divine
That in Thy meekness used to shine, That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!
2 Oh who like Thee, so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light,—
Oh who like Thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?
3 Oh who like Thee, so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?
4 Ev'n death, which sets the prisoner free,
Was pang and scoff and scorn to Thee;
Yet love through all Thy torture glowed,
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed.
5 Oh, in Thy light, be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe!
And give me ever on the road
To trace Thy footsteps, Son of God!
My dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
I read my duty in Thy word;
But in Thy life the law appears
Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal,
Such deference to Thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer ;
The desert Thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and Thy victory too.
4 Be Thou my Pattern; make me bear
More of Thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.
WONDROUS type, O vision fair,
Of glory that the Church shall share,
Which Christ upon the mountain shows,
Where brighter than the sun He glows!
2 With shining face and bright array,
Christ deigns to manifest to-day
What glory shall be theirs above,
Who joy in God with perfect love.
3 And faithful hearts are raised on high
By this great vision's mystery;
For which in joyful strains we raise
The voice of prayer, the hymn of praise.
4 O Father, with the Eternal Son,
And Holy Spirit, ever One,
Vouchsafe to bring us by Thy grace
To see Thy glory face to face.
RIDE on! ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry;
O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road
With palms and scattered garments strowed.
2 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp, ride on to die :
O CHRIST, Thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin.
3 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The angel armies of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching sacrifice.
4 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The last and fiercest strife is nigh:
The FATHER on His sapphire Throne
Awaits His own anointed SON.
5 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp, ride on to die ;
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O GOD, Thy power, and reign.
O Thee be glory, honor, praise,
Jesus, Redeemer, Saviour, King!
Inspired with joy at Thine approach,
Thy children loud Hosannas sing.
2 Hail, Israel's King! Hail, David's Son!
Hail, Thou that in Jehovah's name
Didst come Thy people to redeem,
And comest now Thy crown to claim!
3 Then, in thy way to Salem's courts,
They met Thee with triumphal palms;
Now, for Thy glad return we watch
With longing prayers, and vows, and psalms.
4 Then, from the shouts of fickle joy
Thou passedst to Thy cross, Thy grave;
Now, from the dawn of endless day,
We welcome Him that comes to save.
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