And holds the promises, And pardons in his hands: Commissioned from his Father's throne, To make his grace to mortals known. 4 Great Prophet of my God, My tongue would bless thy name: Of our salvation came; The joyful news of sins forgiven, Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven. 5 Be thou my Counsellor, My Pattern and my Guide; His watchful eyes shall keep My wandering soul among The thousands of his sheep: He feeds his flock, He calls their names, 214 C. M. Christ our Shepherd. THE Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want, He makes me down to lie In pastures green: He leadeth me 2 My soul He doth restore again, 3 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill; For thou art with me, and thy rod 4 My table thou hast furnished In presence of my foes; My head thou dost with oil anoint, 5 Goodness and mercy all my life, And in God's house for evermore Christ the Living Bread. JESUS, thou art the living Bread, By which our needy souls are fed: In thee alone, thy children find Enough to fill the empty mind. 2 Without this bread I starve and die; No other can my need supply; But this will suit my wretched case, Abroad, at home, in every place. 3 'Tis this relieves the hungry poor, Who ask for bread at mercy's door; This living food descends from heaven, As manna to the Jews was given. 4 This precious food my heart revives, What strength, what nourishment it gives! O! let me evermore be fed With this divine celestial Bread! Christ the Life of the Soul. HOW full of anguish is the thought, How it distracts and tears my heart, If God, at last, my sovereign Judge, Should frown, and bid my soul "Depart!" 2 Lord, when I quit this earthly stage, Without some glimpses of thy face; 217 S. M. Christ our Advocate. my food. THE great Redeemer's gone, To appear before our God, 2 No fiery vengeance now, No burning wrath comes down: If justice calls for sinners' blood, The Saviour shows his own. 3 Before his Father's eye Our humble suit He moves: 4 Now may our joyful tongues Jesus, the Priest, receives our songs, But, Lord, how weak are mortal strains, 6 How jarring and how low Blest Saviour, tune our songs anew, 218 WE C. M. Offices of Christ. E bless the Prophet of the Lord, Jesus, thy Spirit and thy word Shall lead us in thy ways. 2 We reverence our High Priest above, 3 We honour our exalted King; How sweet are his commands! He guards our souls from hell and sin, 4 Hosanna to his glorious name, 219 Y L. M. Christ our Pattern. My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, But in thy life the law appears, 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, I would transcribe, and make them mine 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervour 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. 220 GUID 8s 7s & 4s. Christ our Guide. UIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Feed me, till I want no more. Lead me all my journey through; Be thou still my strength and shield. I will ever give to thee. |